Caning , regulation knickers , and thoughts !
Ugh, my brain is in a VICE today and I'm not even mad about it. 😅
Like, picture it: shoes off, kicked aside on the floor. But socks still on, because for some reason that little detail just makes it feel even more real, more vulnerable. You're bent over, elbows planted firmly on the seat of a sturdy chair, so you can't even think about reaching back. You're just… presented.
And then there's the sound. The quiet rustle of starched regulation knickers being adjusted, the whisper of a cane being lifted. The anticipation is literally everything. You can feel the air shift before you even feel the stroke.
It's the kind of daydream that makes you squirm in your seat a little, you know? Just me? Cool, cool. 😇
Like, picture it: shoes off, kicked aside on the floor. But socks still on, because for some reason that little detail just makes it feel even more real, more vulnerable. You're bent over, elbows planted firmly on the seat of a sturdy chair, so you can't even think about reaching back. You're just… presented.
And then there's the sound. The quiet rustle of starched regulation knickers being adjusted, the whisper of a cane being lifted. The anticipation is literally everything. You can feel the air shift before you even feel the stroke.
It's the kind of daydream that makes you squirm in your seat a little, you know? Just me? Cool, cool. 😇
