You know how people have a foot fetish? Or a shoe fetish, and every little element of the high heel or the peep toe takes on new and extravagant meaning?
Well, I have the opposite to that. I am not scared of feet. I am perfectly happy to admire someone’s pedicure or pick up a pair of shoes.
But I cannot bear to be spanked with anything to do with feet so much that it makes me a bit angry.
Or hopping mad.
It is the dirtiness that puts me off first. If a shoe has been anywhere outside or on a floor that has been trodden on by outside shoes that have been outside then you do not know what is on that implement. 
Shudder.
Even if it is brand new it just feels so disrespectful and so uncaring. It feels like the spanker just does not care. My bum has soft skin on it; it is a gentle part of me and I take care of it. The idea of a foot thing being thwacked against it makes me feel horrid.
Spank me, tell me off, put me in the corner until I am so shy that I may die, but do it all like you love me so much that you can’t imagine the world without me.
I think there are lots of different types of girls who get spanked. I think the shoe thing may be one of those things that indicates what kind of spankee you are.
I used to be a bit sad that Himself would not use a hairbrush on me because it seems like the right time for me, a bit antiquated, a bit childish. But then he explained it to me. He told me how he sees me and how a hairbrush jars against his view of me. I loved that. I loved that he had thought of me, that he saw me in a way. Once he had told me how he saw me then I started to see myself that way too.
I wish he had been around to whisper these insights into my ears years ago. 
I would like to be like this girl above but I am not like that at all.
I will write about this in another post. I cannot cover so lovely a subject in the same post as I have talked about being spanked with a shoe.What about you? Is there anything you would hate to be spanked with? Or that you would never spank a girl with?
Poppy, I think that I would use many different implements to spank Mrs.A with but not a shoe. I have never analysed why that was before but it is probably the reason that you give….namely that spanking with the sole of a shoe somehow shows a lack of respect for the bottom you're spanking.
Keep caring for your bum that has soft skin on it, Poppy.
Aristotle
Poppy, I have never been spanked with a shoe. Shoes are used to walk on the dirty ground and worse than that, to squish ants and spiders and other yucky things. I am glad to know that you have never been spanked with a shoe, either.
Hurrah!
I am right about shoes and slippers and the like. I will take it as a sign that I am right about everything.
Scarlet, I did not even start to think about the spiders. Shudder.
Keep not spanking your wife with footwear, Aristotle.
Well, I've been spanked with a slipper and a tennis shoe and I thought they were okay, they give quite a nice wallop. Out of respect for us they should be new and clean, though, of course.
Got it.
If anyone needs to get the slipper then Lorraine has, very decently, volunteered to be the one.
Thanks, Lorraine!
You can be so very kind to your guests sometimes, Poppy. Good job I still have my belt, and my ruler, and the cane of course, and the leather paddle, and that nice little tawse I got at the party last year, and … well really it's an embarrassment of riches and I never will miss shoes or hairbrushes.
ANYTHING made of plastic or silicone is PURE EVIL!
Sorry I'm late. Canada Day carousing and all that!
I got the wrong end of the stick when I saw the first picture. I thought you were anti-stiletto and I thought I'd found a kindred spirit. I am anti-high-heels, cuz I fall over when I wear them!
So, now that I've got the point, I don't think I would care to be slippered. Around our house, anyone walking outside in the yard just might have stepped in something an animal or bird left behind on the ground. Ewwww. Not coming near MY bottom!
There are so many other lovely implements just waiting to be used.
Hugs,
Hermione
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