I just want to reassure everyone that this will not become a misery blog. I have hard times ahead but also wonderful times and I will try to stress those more than anything else. I feel much better after yesterday and am amazed by all the support. Thank you. I am now sponsored by “fake it ’58″ you make it.” soon I will mean it when I say I feel better – 
Today I will go to see Dexter for new year. I have bought some new knickers and bras over Christmas (I love those sales.)
Here is my concern;
I am a girl and I like pretty things. I adore cute knickers and I especially adore it when they match with a bra.
So I have lots of sets.
But then I have to wonder …
what is the point?
I wear something very pretty and in no time at all my knickers are around my ankles and all the attention is on my bum.
And I buy knickers to go with normal skin which is fair
not hot pink skin.
So I should just buy boring knickers – but I can’t.
What is a girl to do? I should hate to do the wrong thing – I might get spanked for it.
I’m glad to hear that you’re feeling better today. You’re very resilient.
The last picture – ouch!
I hope Dexter appreciates your pretty knickers.
I am sure he will. It will contribute to the overall picture.
Glad you are feeling better
Surely the whole idea of pretty knickers is to give him something pretty to pull down so he can spank your bare bum
“my knickers are around my ankles and all the attention is on my bum.” – you lucky girl!
Happy New Year to you and Dexter.
Hugs,
Hermione
I am nauseous with sorrow.
Fake it til you make it.
“Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.”
–Steven Tyler
From Aerosmith?
Huh! Who knew?
no no no no no no no no no
There is to be no hurling.
Drink champagne. It will settle your stomach. I think. It tastes like Alka Seltzer to me.
At least avoid pink or red, Poppy, you don’t want to give too many subliminal messages.
I have a great respect for pretty little things, which is why I surround myself with them. Drawers filled with silky, frothy, lacy underthings are just the beginning! I love the pretty faces of my little dogs and cats, and then there are embroidered tablecloths and silver spoons and all the lovely things I linger over in the stores.
I wonder, Poppy, if there might be a ritual you can create that will assist your healing and honor your love of pretty little things? As a gardener, my mind goes toward creating a collection of begonias, say, or African violets in jewel like colors that you add to to mark the passage of time, and to celebrate a new beginning.
Or perhaps you stop in at an antiques store and buy yourself one precious, tiny porcelain bird, and each week or month or year, you add another. Or is it a piece of Limoges crystal that might hold your heart, and your sorrow, for just a little while?
There is great significance in the things we choose as our pretty little things. Beauty speaks to the soul, and so they are not little things at all.
Hugs.
Hello Poppy. Loki_Darksong here. I am glad that you are in good spirits. I wanted to comment on your previous post, but time did not permit me.
Now about your knickers. Trust me, we guys do notice what you lovely ladies wear. If you want to see this with Dexter, perhaps a tantilizing fashion show could be used? Model sets for different types of spanking scenes and insist on now playing until you have shown him each and every one of them.
Then make sure that you have a pillow to sit on, because you are really going to need it afterwards!
I hope that makes you laugh. This is a difficult time for you. I know just how hard and painful change is. You have two good men in your life. Simon who loves you enough to insure that you are happy in what you love and what you need. Even when that means letting you go.A man after my own heart. You will never be the villian in this. He will see to that. And you have Dexter who will help put the pieces back together in a whole new pattern.
And warm you backside when you need and hold you always. I hope that you both make this a hot New Years. And I simply love that last picture on this post.
Will it really matter what you do? You’ll get spanked for it anyway! That’s my theory!
I love pretty little things too, but being the practical one that I am who can rarely justify spending on myself when there is so much more we *need* that money for, I don’t often get myself matching bras and panties. The biggest reason is because I am cursed — yes cursed, not blessed – -with bodacious ta-tas and it is difficult to find my size with the cutsey little sets.
Such a hard life.
sarah
ps you WILL feel better, and I for one think airing your struggles for a time if you need to do so is perfectly fine. It’s your blog, it should reflect YOU, and none of us are chipper, happy, and in a perfectly content place at all times! Don’t have to make it a perpetual pity party, but if judging by the support on your last post is any indication, 99% of the people will step up and offer encouragement when you need it.
Dearest Poppy, we (men) love your delicious, frippery little items of underwear, and we love it even more when you let us remove them in order to spank your even more delicious bare bottoms. A good spanking sets the world to rights, don’t you think? And I’m sure your world will be set to rights in the time to come.
I was rubbish yesterday. It was a bad day at first but it got better. Sorry I was so quiet- I drove to London.
Scarlet, I swear you have the best quotations and they help. I am awake now, my sorrow shouted at me- like the quote about God.
Cindy, I love champagne- I hope I shall have some tonight.
Alice, there is lots of pink and red in my knicker drawer but even when I wear blue or black he seems to spank hard. (But not black and blue hard!)
Scarlet, you are an inspiration. I should like to create a garden but I do not know where I will live. I will think about what beauty I can find to make me see the world more clearly.
Loki_Darksong, I am the villain, he has seen to that. Not because he does not love me but because he can’t see anything clearly. He thinks it was all me and my ‘perversion.’ Our friends all know now and not one person has contacted me, even to see if I am ok.
As for the knickers, I am wearing gray ones now, a dark gray because they match my heart and my ominous need but soon they will be a lighter colour, a brighter colour and everything will be pretty again.
I like you, Loki_Darksong.
Sarah, your description made me laugh. It was wonderful and we do get spanked anyway.
You are right about the writing. I was a bit stuck and i will write a post about what I will do.
Sweetsong, perfectly put and very true.
Oh, Poppy, I fear you’ve lost perspective at least where pretty little things are concerned. Sure we only see them for a moment but what a moment. A lifetime can be lived in a moment.
But even that moment is just a hint of all the pleasures those little things have brought. First there was the plan to go shopping, wondering what lovely things you might find. Then their was selecting, each offering its own fantasies to your mind. Followed by the lounging, sitting quite undisturbed in your special drawer but dream about when and where you will wear them and to whom and how you might reveal them. Will you be brazen or will he have to draw them into the light on his own? Of course, then come the selection, the slipping them on, the naughty thoughts as you step out into the world with them secreted beneath your outer garments. All leading up to you and he alone, your dress finding no hold against gravity in their silky textures or perhaps it is just a thumb and forefinger pinched across a hem moving so much like a curtain rise.
Now we are at that moment, that fleeting, transitory moment. They seem to shy away from the light, like a flash across the corner of the eye as they hide so little and yet seem to shrink with every clock tick. Although time dilates, every detail of the vision long exposed to the minds eye, to you it seems as if those pretty little things are whisked away in a headlong rush.
And so the pretty little things are coordinated so well with pale flesh and offer such a perfect framing. But after, they clash so with the pinks and reds brought forth. Even with this brash conflict, there is a lesson. That which was in conflict slowly fades into harmony with just a hint of vivid color.
Well, at least that is my perspective.
The subject of womens underwear seems to bring out your poetic soul, Nik. I remember a similar treatise on corsets.
I’m conflicted about cute panties and things myself. It often does seem such a wasted effort and cost when they don’t stay on for very long at all. I’m pretty basic with my own wardrobe. To each their own. I hope Dexter appreciates it.
Poppy, I agree that all these pretty knickers and such like, rarely seem appreciated, although BBH does occasionally remark on them when removing or replacing them. However knowing they are under a mundane pair of jeans or flippety skirt raises my spirits in life!
I am so sorry that Simon has made you appear the villain, I really hope as your friends assimilate what has happened that those closest to you will start to understand.
I agree with Scarlet, celebrate the pretty things in life, they help the spirit soar. BBH buys me sparkly things and tolerates my crystal and china collections!