Rereading my sexy snippet reminded me of something else wot i rote a while ago.
Feeling one has to wear frilly knickers or a rubber peephole bra (or whatever...) to be sexy isn't sexy. But dressing up in something to add to the mood because you want to (and not because you need to) is quite delicious.
This is something I wrote about dressing for fun:
She smiled to herself as she thought of the vanilla candles. Along with the vanilla soap and body lotion they would imply that she was only interested in a more conventional lovemaking. His threats of spankings had been fierce in their communication throughout their separation. She had teased him, sometimes welcoming the thoughts and sometimes protesting, but they both knew how much she needed and wanted him to spank her.
She smiled too, as she dressed. There were times that only black underwear would do, she told herself as she opened the packet and took out a new pair of black stockings. She fastened the black suspender belt and drew on the stockings. She picked out a new pair of knickers – they were black net – not overly skimpy but revealing more than they hid. The pink ribbon threaded through was rather sweet she thought; counterpointing the naughtiness of their sheer texture.
Although it was illogical to put on her shoes before completing her dressing, she couldn’t resist. He loved her in her underwear and the spike-heeled, strappy shoes. She enjoyed the subtle contrast of the dark purple straps that criss-crossed her toes and fastened around her ankles. They looked wonderful with the black stockings as he’d noted over his knee, across the table or chair and finally on her bed…
He had put a lot of thought into how he was going to spank her, so she decided a half-slip petticoat would throw his plans and amuse both him and her. She also knew that she would get spanked on every layer, so her petticoat would earn her a longer spanking… Of course she planned to protest that she was trying to seduce him into simply wanting to caress and fuck her but she knew that neither of them would be fooled…
Once again she smiled to herself. She teased him about how much time she spent thinking about what she’d wear for him and cook for him. And the fact that she planned her underwear and then the rest of her clothing caused her amusement – not stereotypically feminist thoughts, but she was no stereotype, as they both knew.
Stood in her slip, black stockings and stilettos she was almost respectable from the waist down… Her uncovered large breasts, however, shattered any such claims to respectability as she reached for the plain white shirt and slipped it over her head. She knew he liked the quite formal look of her in a blouse and office-style skirt. Illogically she had left the close-fitting black skirt until last. She struggled into it, stepping into the garment carefully, unsteady in her high-heeled shoes, and aware of the absurdity of trying to keep the petticoat down as she tugged the skirt up. She just liked the idea of dressing in the reverse order to the way she was likely to be undressed and uncovered by him.
Her skirt was always the first garment to be lifted, when she was over his lap and had received her first spanking over it. He would spank her over her petticoat, before uncovering her knickers. She shivered at the thought of him taking down her knickers for her first bare-bottomed spanking in two weeks. Although he would take down the pretty black net underwear, she also knew that they would be put back in place ready for the long, hard spanking and caning he had promised her bent over the chair.
He had said he would cane her over her skirt, and then remove it for the rest of her caning. He hadn’t planned on her petticoat. She knew she would also receive a caning over the thin black slip in addition to the ones he’d already promised to deliver over skirt, knickers and finally on her bare bottom. She didn’t know if he would remove the slip or raise it…
As she imagined herself over the chair, she knew that he would take down her knickers as she bent over for a caning on the bare. He had also said he would paddle her bare bottom if she had recovered from her first spanking with his hand and her hairbrush. She knew he would inevitably decide she needed the paddle across her exposed bum, as well as the cane…She realised that once again she would lose the protection of her insubstantial knickers before he removed her blouse, but she usually got to regain them, before he took her into the bedroom.
He would spank her naked bottom with the paddle until she felt she could take no more, and then she would receive six strokes of the cane…
As she stood shakily in her blouse, knickers, stockings, suspenders and heels, he would hug her and take her to the bedroom. On the bed, she knew she would lose her blouse and then her knickers as he made love to her, dressed in her stockings, suspenders and heels. She was aware that if she turned over onto her tummy as he touched and stroked her he would spank her again. And somehow, despite being spanked to her limit over his lap and over the chair, his kisses and caresses would make her relive her spankings and she would want to be in his power once again. She knew that she would lie on her bed, face down, bare-bottomed in her stockings and stilettos so he could decide how she was to be spanked, as she lay quietly, acquiescent and dazed with desire despite her apprehension.