One of the rather surprising side effects of writing this blog is that I have started to develop an appreciation of the female form.
I do not mean that I am developing Sapphic tendancies. I have no urge to touch a female form or to get all Katy Perry. But I have found so many beautiful photographs of girls that I am starting to see girls in the same way that I see a painting or a sunset.
I used to look at pretty girls with worry and distrust. I would compare myself to the utter unattainable beauty of Hollywood startlets and yearn for a burqua clad world.
But that has changed now.
I look at bottoms (oodles of pictures of bottoms for this blit) and realise just how varied and magnificent woman are.
A girl does not have to be a specific type to be beautiful. A girl is made beautiful in the unveiling, in the glow of love, in the situation, in the moment.
It does not make it any easier or less shameful when my bottom is unwrapped by Himself. I still hate it when he tells me to lower my knickers when I am in the corner.
I still wriggle trying to be invisable when he takes my knickers down when I am over his lap.
So this is an ode to all ladies’ bottoms in the whole world except mine. My bottom should remain clad for evermore and be kept safe and non-hot pink.
Poppy, don't be such a spoil sport, why deprive Himself of such a veritable pleasure.
I am in total agreement, is there anything more beautiful and satisfying then the feminine derriere, whether in it's pristine state, or anything from warm pink to flaming deep red, I think not!!!
You have wonderful taste dear girl, I'm growing to like you, more and more.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
You do have an eye for artful bottom presentation, young lady, and an uncanny knack for locating it too.
As to your bottom remaining safely wrapped forevermore – not flipping likely.
There's a class at my fitness club called "rock bottom" which is all about a workout for a lady's derriere…I do find myself wondering why the other women are there!
Hi Paul, I am sorry I could not reply last night. Someone had packed me off to bed- meanie.
I like you lots Paul, and seeing as you like me I am choosing to believe that you have wonderful taste!
Dev, you explained this to me last night. Although I don't understand why knickers are so important if they just get taken off me again. Men are so indecisive.
Scarlet, far better to drink margaritas and talk about bottoms. I do not know what that will achieve, it just seems a better thing to do.
Hey! If our bottoms were as hard as rocks do you think spankings wouldn't hurt anymore.
Why didn't I think of that? Maybe they can serve margaritas after class…I'll make that suggestion.
With the class, Scarlet. If they spill their drinks it will be a sign to slow down.
Nice try, Poppy, but your bottom should always be number one on Himself's hit parade.
Talking about an ode to bottoms reminds me of a poem I once read about the spanking of Kate in 'Kiss Me Kate'. The poem ended with the lines:
'So I say in conclusion, whether silk or of cotton,
Down with her knickers and wallop her bottom.'
So be it, say I, and your bottom cannot escape Poppy.
Aristotle