The puffy, ultra-short skirt, held outwards by a stiff, frilly underskirt. The sound of heels on the wooden staircase. The demure expression on her face, determined not to trip and spill the precious cargo.
The warm spice and soft pastry, soaking up the cream. Sugarless tea to offset the intense sweetness.
The criss-cross of the fishnets that hug her thighs and calves.
Her round globes thrust out, awaiting the kiss of crop, flogger and paddles. Her head hung low, fighting the vertigo of looking down from the upstairs gallery.
Knickers, crisp, white and taut against her smooth pudenda.
The blush of her rosy cheeks, warm and ripe from their spanking. The sudden rush and whoosh of orgasms so intense that the linen bears the marks of gush, blood, even pee.
I revel in such memories because we won’t be able to make new ones for a couple of months and more. And I rejoice in the sure and certain knowledge that she’s mine.
What is it about the French maid‘s uniform that has so many of us Tops or Doms reaching for our crops or paddles?
Is it the bell-shaped, prematurely attenuated skirt that skims the thighs and usually the stocking tops? Oh yes, definitely stockings, there will be extra punishment if the wearer has decided to put on pantyhose or tights.
Is it the fact that the underskirt or petticoat forces the skirt to reveal the upper thighs and lower slopes of the bottom cheeks of the wearer? Or is it indeed that postage stamp-sized little apron that is usually positioned so that it covers the wearer’s pudenda?
Is it the possibility of upskirt voyeurism when the maid is on a stepladder, dusting books from the higher shelves?
Is it the generously cleavage-exposing décolletage of the bodice?
If there is a headpiece, does this add to the caricature of the domestic servant of yore presented by this ensemble?
Perhaps it is that there is an immediate assumption of a master or mistress/servant relationship? This is something that implicitly suggests a power exchange, the possibility of needing to correct inappropriate behaviour, which can be attended to simply by having one‘s charge bend forward over a banister, the arm of the sofa or across the knee.
My kitten and I were fortunate enough to be staying on a charming little hotel in the Canary Islands whose waitresses all wore a slightly more conservative version of this outfit. Every time we were served in the dining room or on the terrace, my pulse would race; I would ask the feline one if she could borrow one of these uniforms for a play session in our tastefully appointed suite. No, she couldn’t, she protested: and so my mind turned to having both her and one of the ‘real’ maids bend over the antique dining table in our suite so that I could discipline them both.
There are some other details of the attire that need to be carefully noted: the maid must have her hair up at all times – this not only renders her more attractive, by exposing the nape of her neck, it is a practical, hygiene consideration. She must wear a pair of killer heels so that she totters from one table to another or up and down the stairs.
Stockings – either the traditional variety or hold-ups – are another essential item of apparel. Sheer black will do very nicely but fishnets complement the outfit best.
Your maid must adopt a subservient, eyes downcast demeanour at all times. No request, however unreasonable, should be refused and close attention must be paid to her department. She is wearing that get-up for a reason – the sooner her master finds fault, the sooner the fun can begin.
Unless previously negotiated, knickers are absolutely essential: they must be impractical, lacy, and ridiculously small. If they are tight enough, they will enhance very nicely the pudenda (shaved obviously) of your employee.
Since you have your very own maid on hand, I recommend starting a scene with her serving some sort of light snack and a drink. She will thus be obliged to totter around on her heels while carrying a tray.
How long her knickers stay on is a matter for you and your maid: you can at least begin her punishment with knickers in place and then remove them, or lower them first, as part of the humiliation involved in corporal punishment.
I can’t conceive of a session like this that doesn’t result in some vigorous, sexual activity: now minus her knickers, your maid is readily available; simply by bending her forward you have access to her nether regions. On her knees, she presents a delightful spectacle, ponytail bobbing, as she ministers to your desire for fellatio.
Have her wear her outfit often – And punish her frequently for any misdemeanours, real or imagined.
Having roundly dissed the CP spanking erotica of yore, it’s now time to celebrate one of the current crop of innovative and ambitious producers of the genre – Sarah Gregory.
Of course all cinema and theatre involves a certain suspension of disbelief, but you can’t help remembering, when watching a naughty ‘schoolgirl’ being disciplined by a strict teacher, that it’s really an anonymous office somewhere and that there are probably only half a dozen people in the building, including the production crew. Yes, it’s supposed to be a school – but do you think we’ve got the budget for all of those actors?
Well, sometimes people do have significant budgets which they’re not afraid to spend.
In the past, I’ve seen some fabulous feature length spanking movies from Real Spankings. ‘Road Trip’ and ‘Maid for Punishment’ were particular favourites of mine.
They broke out of the 10, 20 or 30 minute cell and really let the plot and action develop. Multiple players, multiple spankings, multiple and myriad fun and games.
Such undertakings are obviously incredibly costly, consume vast resources and need to be able to pay their way once uploaded to the producer’s website.
It rather explains why there is so little of this quality and length of material around.
Nonetheless, some people are prepared to take the risk or have extremely wealthy backers who don’t mind funding such a huge undertaking.
Sarah has developed her Strictmoor Academy movies – which frankly deserve their own slot on Netflix.
These are period movies (late fifties/early sixties) set in a New England educational institution for young ladies (19 and older) whose parents think they are too wayward and want their behaviour corrected.
All of the movies are available on Sarah’s site but they also have their own Strictmoor Academy home, to save you rifling through all of the clips uploaded to the main SGS website.
The setting looks authentic – I assume a Victorian or Edwardian house somewhere in the north eastern United States.
The girls – and there are usually a good half a dozen or more – are the cream of the crop (pun intended), and the mature female Dommes (teachers and house mothers) play their parts to perfection. Everyone is ‘in character’and everyone is 100% credible.
Uniforms are exactly that – every girl is dressed in identical kit, right down to their socks and knickers. So many low-budget spanking films that involve more than one ‘schoolgirl’ suffer from having the girls turn up with slightly different uniforms.
Here the young ladies are contrite, deferential and resigned to their fate – they know the knickers will come down and their bottoms will be on display while they are soundly spanked, slippered and paddled.
I confess, I haven’t seen every minute of every movie, but I don’t believe I have yet seen anyone being caned. Maybe that’s for a future production?
The girls are usually disciplined in the classroom (in front of each other of course), in the office of one of the staff and at bedtime – because a spanking during the day means another spanking at bedtime.
This means we have multiple opportunities to see the girls baring their bottoms or showing their knickers, kicking their legs frantically as their creamy behinds turn from pale pink to deep crimson.
As an aside, I think there is a slight cultural difference between the UK and the US when it comes to spanking. American girls seem to let rip with their protests from the get go; I have the impression that British girls will try to maintain a certain stiff upper lip until the pain and humiliation get the better of them, and they, too, end up wailing and blubbering.
The Strictmoor films seem to place as much emphasis on spanking thighs as bottoms: a thigh spanking will be given separately, for example while the girl is being made to read aloud a poem from the board that she should have memorised.
I’ve never tried to consume a Strictmoor film from beginning to end as a complete whole. I suspect that if I did it would appear to be more episodic than continuous. Each scene is released separately on SGS – so perhaps Sarah intends for her viewers to consume these cinematic gems in smaller chunks.
Unlike the RS feature length films, I’m not sure there’s quite enough plot to stitch these episodes together. However, this is a minor criticism when set against the sheer scale of what Sarah has managed to pull off with her Strictmoor franchise.
For a future movie – and again I’m being super picky – I might be tempted to vary the punishment from one girl to the next – more reacting to how they are taking their punishment rather than insisting that each girl gets exactly the same. This, after all, mirrors real life: some schoolgirls are more bratty than others; some take the punishment quietly while others curse like troopers.
I would also love to see some mildly sexual humiliation: perhaps some rectal thermometer readings, some compulsory shaving of pudendae and so on.
Maybe some of the girls comforting each other ‘after lights out’ following a particularly hard day’s punishment?
Of course they would get caught, and of course, there would be consequences.
Strictmoor movies are exquisitely authentic, extremely well acted and obviously very meticulously thought through. I suspect that as Sarah and her fiancé develop this project, it will only get better.
Back in the bad old days of CP movies – and I still remember visiting shops in Soho, London and buying a really bad copy of a ten minute movie on VHS for the princely sum of £50 – it was all very formulaic.
A young female, dressed in school uniform (although the skirt was always ridiculously and appealingly short), would enter a spartan room and wait nervously. An older adult, usually male, would then enter and admonish her for some minor infraction of the school rules. She would then go over his knee or over the desk and be spanked over her minuscule skirt.
After a while, said skirt would get lifted (to howls of protest) and she would be spanked over her school knickers, although there was a possible variation at this point when the knickers were declared “not regulation” and some extra swats would be added.
Eventually the knickers would come down (usually just the top of the thighs) and she would be spanked and then strapped, paddled or caned ‘on the bare’.
The tearful miscreant would then be dispatched to the corner – skirt up, knickers down – to contemplate her misdemeanours while the camera would zoom in on her blushing posterior, sometimes with a cutaway to her tearful face.
End of movie.
There was always the added excitement of having to wait hours for a clip to download over a dial-up connection and the low resolution image that would flicker across one’s screen; this added to the overall clandestine and illicit nature of indulging one’s kink.
Some producers (and I will refrain from naming names to protect the guilty) would even run the footage from the second camera in a pathetic attempt to lengthen the movie and have you believe that this was an entirely new set of swats. You knew it was the second camera because the white balance was completely different from camera one.
The technical quality was usually beyond the control of the production house, but the lack of creativity certainly was not. It was shockingly bad – and showed nothing but contempt for the audience.
Now, I know there were studios that were producing better material than this – Real Spankings and Strictly English for example – but your run-of-the-mill spanking movie generally had all the charm of a wet November afternoon.
Thankfully, eventually, the sun came out: not only was HD video out there as the default standard (1080p and them 4K) but connection speeds got faster and faster meaning that streaming video became the norm.
At the same time trailblazing producers – and here the lovely Pandora / Blake springs to mind – were reinventing the genre. Feminist porn, high production values, movies with an actual plot or a proper theme, models who obviously engaged and were excited by the reinvention of spanking erotica.
Social media made it easier to engage directly with performers and producers, give them feedback on their excellent work and find out which spanking conventions they would be attending.
I was particularly impressed with Alex Reynolds – not just her amazing, curvy body but also her clever, edgy writing and her obvious enjoyment of the scene.
A couple of years back we even had a play date on one of her trips to the UK. Suffice it to say, I wasn’t disappointed!
This post set out to be a review of a particular set of films about Strictmoor Academy – very authentic, period drama-type films that feature multiple actors in an authentic, academic institutional environment in new England in the late 1950s/early 60s. However, the preamble has gone on for so long that this post will have to stand as it is.
In my next post, I will describe the delights of Strictmoor, and congratulate the production team on a job extremely well done.
Naturally, they get a little cross when people steal their material – having spent countless hours and dollars bringing it to fruition.
There really is no excuse for stealing porn – most of us can afford the modest sums asked to subscribe to various websites. And if you, like me, value the quality of CP erotica, you must realise that you can’t get something for nothing.
One thing that still does irk me a little though is when production houses try to strand their content into various themes (schoolgirl, cheerleader, girl next door and so on) in order to make you subscribe to individual streams; i’d much rather be asked for more money to have access to everything they produce.
That’s one hangover from the bad old days that should be buried with the uninspiring, formulaic old movies.
I’ve already elaborated on my first ever glimpse of a shaven, female pudenda – it was one of those heart stopping moments in childhood when you feel a little hot at the back of the neck and your breathing becomes very shallow. Sexual awakening? I’m not sure it was quite that, but there was something disturbing my hormonal balance for sure.
Apart from the odd glimpse of a female snatch, the rest of my ‘sexual education’, when it came to the object of this man’s desire, was in the adult magazines of the 1970s: Knave, Fiesta, Playboy, Mayfair, the list goes on and on. The fact is, they were mainly filled with young ladies displaying their nakedness thatched with a veritable briar patch of pubic forestry. Usually, there wasn’t even an attempt to tame the growth with trimming or topiary.
My developing sexual tastes always harked back to that very first, that very smooth cunt that had flashed across my vision for a couple of seconds at most.
Now and again, one of the magazines would advertise on its front cover, ‘Shaven Traffic Warden Special’, and I would rush to that photo shoot to see a beautifully bare cunt underneath the traffic warden’s regalia, usually framed by fishnet stockings and suspenders.
Back then, nice girls generally didn’t shave – the most they would do was to ensure that their high cut swimming costumes didn’t reveal their true hair colour. But I remember persuading one or two girlfriends to shave for me, or even – when I was extremely fortunate – to let me shave them.
That was another occasional morsel thrown in my direction from the adult entertainment industry: the odd top shelf magazine would do a photo shoot with one girl shaving another, or perhaps the girl was shaving herself. The before and after pics were a beauty to behold – underneath that ugly duckling of tangled scrub lay a deliciously smooth, puffy pussy in all its swanlike glory.
Gradually, the adult industry started to insist that performers either sported a Brazilian landing strip or went the whole hog and removed everything. Where the adult industry leads, the beauty industry will often follow.
Women were no longer obliged to depilate themselves using a razor and shaving cream: suddenly there was depilatory cream, electrolysis, waxing and, later on, laser hair removal.
I rejoiced in this newfound smoothness – and was pleased to note that I no longer had to persuade a girl to ‘take it all off’, because often it either had been or was so sparse as to require only a brief pass of my razor to finish the job.
I’ve read articles by some feminists who believe that removing a woman’s pubic hair is tantamount to sanctioning paedophilia. Of course everybody is entitled to their opinion and their choice of pubic hair style, but nothing could be further from the truth in my case. The owner of the cunt must be a fully fledged, adult woman giving her consent.
Of course there is an element of age play – be it women dressing up as schoolgirls or submissives shaving their pudendae. I have been delighted to see that more submissives than not will assume that a smooth cunt is a sign of deference.
Just for the record, what exactly are the advantages of going smooth?
It looks beautiful – that delightful little crease that bisects the vulva is there for all to see. Incidentally, I find images that are too gynaecologically detailed to be much less arousing than those that just display the fold and allow the viewer to use their imagination That delicious little cleft shows through much better when hitting by tight (hopefully white) knickers – but don’t call it a cameltoe
3. If your thing is oral sex – giving it to your lady rather than receiving – a completely smooth set of labia is absolutely delightful. It rather puts me in mind of high-quality seafood.
For the cunnilingus recipient, there is an added sensitivity bonus
5. There is certainly a submissive aspect to insisting that it is removed and kept smooth
6. The depilatory process in itself can be enormously arousing – and checking one’s workmanship can only be done with the most sensitive part of the body, the tongue
7. The pussy will smell and taste much fresher and healthier
The adult industry’s influence is now such that – among women of a certain class and region in the UK – pudendal depilation is taken for granted; the new kid on the block is ‘anal bleaching’. This gives the woman a porn star look – doing away with dark coloured skin puckered around the anus.
Now I can’t say that this is ever something that has interested me, but times change, so never say never…
Today I want to pay homage to that beautiful horizontal crease twixt thigh and the downward slope of the buttock: it’s called the gluteal sulcus, and every time I get sight of it, it sends me spinning into a thousand erotic fantasies.
For us spankers, it’s not just a visual delight it’s actually (or should be) the very object of our desire.
This area is actually known as the ‘sit sport’ or ‘sweetspot’ of your submissive’s beautiful bottom: some well aimed hand, paddle, crop or cane strikes in this area will have your loved one thinking about their misdemeanours every time they sit down for the next few days.
It is worth paying very close attention when spanking to ensure that this area gets more than its fair share of attention.
It’s the little crease that is so beautifully displayed when looking at your sub’s bottom.
Boyshorts finish well above this line so you can indulge in some sweet spot spanking even with knickers in place. Even full-back knickers will leave the gluteal sulcus exposed and allow you to work away, unhindered and unprotected by the usually flimsy fabric of a pair of knickers.
Pull those knickers down though – perhaps to top or mid thigh – and you will find the little crease framed and ready for your attention.
Stockings, too, draw attention to the sulcus: perhaps better to have her wear hold-ups rather than what we in the UK call ‘suspenders’ and our American friends call ‘garters’. After all, it wouldn’t do to damage a perfectly good suspender belt.
As I write, I’m looking forward to an afternoon in which my baby girl will have to atone for her behaviour in the last week. She will be wearing a T-shirt, simple, white, cotton knickers and a pair of kneelength white socks. That’s all it will take to set my desire aflame.
Friday is a good day for end of the week reviews and reckonings: we can then start the weekend with a clean slate and a well spanked bottom; this will be a reminder not to misbehave in the week ahead.
Having considered in some considerable detail socks, skirts and, most importantly, knickers, we now need to complete our ideal adult schoolgirl outfit.
As I’ve already said, the outfit needs to be believable but a slight exaggeration of a real school uniform. So when we come to blouses or shirts, these need to be credible. A normal, button-down shirt or a short-sleeved plain white shirt will do very nicely. It should be tucked into the skirt and not flapping around, looking sloppy.
I reject out of hand the cartoon schoolgirl outfit which involves tying the ends of the blouse underneath the bust. This beggars belief and looks more than faintly ridiculous. With a very short skirt, knee-high socks and white, cotton knickers, it risks ruining the rest of your schoolgirl look. These outfits are best left at the lapdancing club.
If you’re attending a fetish party, you might want to consider a school blazer or a plain grey or navy blue cardigan for extra warmth.
Then we come to the tricky subject of hairstyles. For me, long hair is what it’s all about: there are good biological reasons why many men are attracted to women with long hair; most of us are unaware of it, but a good, healthy head of hair is a subliminal message that a woman is good breeding stock and is healthy.
A schoolgirl’s hair must be neat and tidy though: at the very least, it needs to be up in a ponytail, the higher up the head the better because then it swishes delightfully from side to side when she walks.
If you put your hair into ponytails – in the UK we call them ‘bunches’ or ‘bangs’ – this will lend an added air of youthful innocence.
By far my favourite hairstyle – on the many occasions when my Kitten favours me with schoolgirl attire – is what Americans call ‘braids’ and what we call ‘plaits’. Again, two plaits will look better and more in keeping with schoolgirl style.
The only possible or permissible headgear should be a simple, straw boater. For this adult schoolgirl connoisseur, it is entirely an optional accessory and will soon come off anyway when she is bending over (as she inevitably will).
Finally, footwear: some sort of heel will certainly enhance backs of legs (especially calves) and encourage the bottom to stick out in the most inviting way. There are several Mary-Jane variations that seem to do an excellent job. With your adult schoolgirl wearing white socks – as previously specified – the front strap of the Mary-Janes will draw attention to the legwear.
Now you’re all dressed up and you can either go to a party (remembering to wear a long, preferably ankle length coat), get ready for some D/s spanking fun in your playroom or bedroom at home, or just flit around the house, doing some chores and driving your Dom quietly mad until he gives up what he’s trying to do, bends you over and gives you the spanking that you no doubt thoroughly deserve.
That concludes my little schoolgirl spanking series – more of other fetishes in future blog posts. Now where did I put that hairbrush…?
Disclaimer: please understand that I am in no way condoning or advocating sexual relations with anyone under the age of consent. For me, as for others in the scene, our play must be safe, sane and consensual. Anything else is abuse and should be rightly condemned as criminal.
I make absolutely no secret of my knicker fetish: since as long as I can remember, I’ve been trying to look up girls’ skirts to get a glimpse of what lies beneath.
How did this begin? Who can say for sure, but one episode from my childhood is still burnt into my kaleidoscope of sexual awakening: I was at a boarding school for disabled children. One of the young care staff – let’s call her, Jane – stepped over me as I was lying on the floor of our day room. She had on a psychedelic, flippy miniskirt it was the Sixties after all) but underneath that, she was completely naked! Not only that, she was completely shaved.
This is something that, to this day, I insist upon with anyone with whom I have sex (not just submissives). That beautiful expanse of puffy flesh, divided by that darling little crease, sets my pulse racing and my cock stiffening like nothing else. I love giving oral sex but I can only do so if I’m not having to fight with a tangled forest of odiferous pubic hair. Thankfully, fashion has caught up with my kink in this respect.
Having seen Jane in all of her smooth, naked glory, you would think that the sight or flash of a girl’s knickers would be a disappointment to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. A flash of white knickers is even more tantalising and that is why schoolgirls, of the adult variety and of the playmate tendency, must wear deliciously innocent white, cotton knickers.
I love flipping up her little skirt, when my Kitten is bent over or lying across my lap, and smoothing my hand over the swell of her bottom. I love the sight of the bare flesh and then the curve of the cotton fabric. I like to leave her knickers in place for the initial spanking and then either pull them down to upper or mid thigh or give her a nice, tight wedgie: this has the added advantage of stretching the fabric across her vulva and giving more than a hint of that secret little place after which so many of us spend so long questing, fantasising, masturbating.
Thanks to my friend Molly, I now know not to call the delightful little crease in the centre of her knickers a ‘cameltoe’, since some women find the term offensive. I will, henceforth, describe this as a ‘vulvine groove’– for that, essentially, is what it is.
I digress – back to the matter in hand. So our schoolgirl submissive must be attired in white, cotton knickers, the plainer and the more innocent-looking the better. Of course, we Doms can have a lot of fun with adding extra punishment for infractions of our rules on appropriate schoolgirl knickers:
These are not regulation, Missy!
The wearer is then subject to extra punishment, sometimes removal of said knickers (anything too brief or slutty, especially skimpy thongs), and these will often be balled and stuffed into the wearer’s mouth as an impromptu gag; not before giving them a really good sniff to check for arousal, which is almost inevitable and smells heavenly.
Sometimes, I instruct my Kitten to keep her knickers on throughout her punishment and even while bringing her to her first orgasm:
Cum in those beautiful knickers for Daddy, Kitten!
She will squirm and writhe as I apply toys through the fabric which will bring her to completion but with the added barrier of that thin layer of cotton which is moistening moment by moment.
This is not to say that I only enjoy seeing white, cotton schoolgirl knickers: I love knickers of every shape and size, although I do draw the line at the Bridget Jones-style granny pants. Often, while shopping on Amazon, my eye will be distracted by some sexy knickers from Fruit of the Loom, Calvin Klein or Velvet Pussy. I will then wallow in my knicker fantasy for a good half an hour, adding item after item to my basket and showering my Kitten with more and more beautiful knickers to adorn her most secret and beautiful assets.
I haven’t ever counted how many pairs she owns but I’m sure we must be past two hundred pairs. I have told her that one day I want them all spread out on the bed so that we can roll around and play with each other, surrounded by those wonderful little bits of fabric after which I lust so much.
Since we are in a long-distance relationship (LDR) I keep a pair of her schoolgirl knickers in a Ziploc bag in my toy cupboard. When I miss her too badly, I open the bag and press the knickers to my face, inhaling deeply of her sweet, musky scent. I am in seventh heaven.
Having discussed socks and their power, I now travel further north, as it were, to look at adult schoolgirls and what I consider to be an appropriate skirt. This is such an important part of the overall ensemble that it can make or break the outfit.
Too long, and it can look unflattering, reveal too little and resemble, too closely, a similar uniform worn by an underage girl. This is not what we are striving for at all.
The idea is to exaggerate, slightly the genuine article and make the wearer feel both innocent, vulnerable and sexy.
One disappointing aspect of purchasing adult schoolwear is the proliferation of tartan. Admittedly, it can look very sexy but a plain colour looks much more authentic.
The skirt should be box pleated, allowing free movement, cartwheels, bending and stretching during ‘exercise’ or playtime. A straight, pencil miniskirt won’t do at all: it’s much harder to raise and it inhibits movement.
If the skirt is to be worn to a party or outside of the bedroom or playroom, 12″ is probably an appropriate length. But remove that requirement, and a 10″ skirt is much more deliciously revealing.
An 8″ version is even more skimpy, verging on being more of a wide belt. The wearer only has to bend forward slightly to reveal an enticing flash of (hopefully) white, cotton knickers. I will be addressing appropriate underwear in a future post.
Having my Kitten wear schoolgirl attire around the house, or going about her chores, allows for an indulgence of my penchant for looking up her skirt. Plenty of bending activities are desirable as is the necessity to retrieve things from high shelves or cupboards using a small step ladder.
Whenever a man looks at a desirable woman in a schoolgirl-type pleated skirt, he’s probably asking two questions: first, is she wearing any knickers under that brief piece of fabric? If so, what type and what colour are these knickers?
By the way, I don’t hold at all with the American word ‘panties’. Although my Kitten is a beautiful, Southern belle, she knows much better than to use any word other than ‘knickers’ for her underwear. For me, ‘knickers’ has a hint of something excitingly naughty and forbidden, and is thereby far more sexually charged than ‘panties’ could ever hope to be.
I think it is incumbent on those of us on the UK side of the Atlantic to educate our beloved, American cousins in this matter. It’s ‘knickers’ all the way for me.
Of course there will always be times when knickers will be confiscated – modesty being a privilege that has to be earned. Asking one’s submissive to remove them in public and hand them over (at a restaurant table for example) is overwhelmingly exciting and charges the rest of the meal with a good deal of sexual promise and intrigue. Not only that, but a probing foot under the table can get right to the heart of a Dom’s desire and make his submissive squirm with embarrassment and arousal.
It goes without saying, I hope, that the beautiful prize, snuggly concealed in the wearer’s knickers, should be smoothly shaven.
From time to time mainstream fashion will pick up this unspoken appetite for adult schoolgirl attire: American Apparel, for example, produce a range of revealing, but wearable in public, miniskirts that certainly seem to be inspired by the desire to see a more glamorous version of school uniform.
Before you kit out your babygirl with school uniform, think carefully about the skirt. It will make the difference between a fulfilling fantasy and a laughable caricature.
Disclaimer: please understand that I am in no way condoning or advocating sexual relations with anyone under the age of consent. For me, as for others in the scene, our play must be safe, sane and consensual. Anything else is abuse and should be rightly condemned as criminal.