As requested by Rich in a comment and Himself in real life.
Living so far away from my lover there are times when he tells me to remove my knickers.
He tells me to remove them when I am in the corner which he can see. This is a very horrid and embarrassing thing. He watches me and I tug them down and he won’t let me leave them up even a little bit.
He tells me to take them off completely if I pull them back up without asking or sometimes if I am a bit uppity. It is difficult to be uppity when someone has told you to remove your knickers. It makes one a bit shy and hesitant to be knickerless. It is not just that he knows but also that he told me to do it. That is such a personal act. It makes me a little quiet to think of it.
He tells me to remove my knickers when he tells me squirmy stories but I may die of shyness if I tell you about that.
When I am with him the baring of my bum is out of my hands, with one exception.
Most of the time he does it when I am in position. I am curved over his knee, making a sullen S shape and I am sulky, angry, sorry, bratty or one of a million other moods. He may give me two or three swats and then down they come. He may do it briskly, a business like tug which I hate. It is like he does not even care that I want my knickers up; he thinks it is all his choice. I know it is but that lack of choice makes me feel so submissive and surprised.
He may do it before I end up bent over in one way or another. I stand in front of him because that is what he tells me to do and he reaches up and pulls them down. My head hangs low when he does this. Standing before him all bare is horrible and it is almost a relief when he bends me over the bed or his lap or a table.
The exception is rare but it does happen. I will write about this event a bit more at some point but for now I just want to tell you about how it starts.
I am in trouble for a specific offence. I know just what it is that I did and what the result will be. He tells me to get the cane (I have written about this properly, and I long to tell you all now, soon, soon) and to take it to the table. He further instructs me to bend over the table and put my dress up and my knickers down. That calm, lonely moment, that shame and lack of contact, that waiting and fear – all of that may be the worst time I am told to bare my bottom.
Thank you , Richard, for requesting this subject. I was surprised to find I had a gazillion pretty pictures on this topic and I have no idea why.
How can it be possible that there are so many cute and beautiful bums running around out there?
I love the pictures. AND the story
XXX
Maria
I know. The wonderfulness of other women’s bums never ceases to amaze me.
Thank you for loving it.
xxx
It is better when he bares your bottom, oh, I am sure of it. You can almost not be there, you can pretend it is happening to someone else, you can be sullen and uncooperative. But you can’t do that when you have been told to do it yourself, and you find your own hands pulling down that too small scrap of lace, while he watches.
Poppy dear girl, surely “the wonderfulness of girls bums”, is a purely top-ish sentiment.
Something about this story is eerily familiar.
You have a treasure trove of pictures with which to please your friends and you succeed.
Have a great Sunday.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
Scarlet, honey, really you have to write more. You are made for all that.
Paul, I can admire girls’ bums without being a Top. They are pretty, what is not to like?
Have a great Saturday night and Sunday yourself!
xx
So true, Poppy, what is there not to like?
Poppy, I found this post remarkably poignant. It’s no surprise that the moment when a girl or a woman is being told to bare her bottom — so it can be spanked all the more painfully — is “charged” will all sorts of sexual and other feelings.
It’s a moment when she is expected to help with getting herself spanked. It’s a moment of submission, of acknowledgement, of making herself vulnerable.
The demand is really a question, and her answer is the way she does or doesn’t do what she is told.
Presumably, in the first place, she is getting spanked because on some level she DIDN’T do what she was told. Now she’s being given a second chance to show that she CAN obey…. by taking down her own panties when she’s told to do so… so she can get be properly spanked.
I like the way you describe your extreme reluctance, but still I get the impression that you do acquiesce in the end, that you DO pull down your own panties and turn yourself humbly over his knee, knowing full well that you’re signaling your submission to whatever sort of spanking he decides to give you.
There’s just something so sweet and romantic about all that, that we can’t help but love you for describing it for us in such excruciating detail!
Thanks, guys! Poppy has been frightfully busy one way and another this evening, and is now put to bed, only she wants you to know she will be back tomorrow and will reply in full.
Karl, that comment blew me away.
I really don’t know what to say. I have high quality readers and that helps a lot.
Thank you. You made me blush.
xx
That is such a delightful phrase to accompany an equally delightful sentiment…..’the wonderfulness of other women’s bums’!!!! May you long continue, Poppy, to admire that most attractive and alluring part of your sisters’ anatomy…….and to share the wonderful pictures you find of lovely women’s delicious derrieres.
Aristotle
Thank you. I feel a bit like a ship now but the feeling is not a bad one.
Thank you, Poppy! I’m honored to have you respond to this request. And then, the pictures. Ahhh. Just the thing!
I am very glad you enjoyed it. It was my first ever (and only) request and it was a joy to honour it.
‘Bare your bottom’ – three of the most beautiful words in the English language.