Randy has always been oddly obsessed with the state of my underwear drawer and what I’m wearing beneath my skirt. He buys me new panties almost as fast as I can wear them. The styles range from pink lace nylon granny briefs to practical cotton high cuts to sexy red bikinis. To his delight and arousal, I wear them all. We have a little ritual where I will model his latest acquisitions, generally ending with a fun spanking and more. I appreciate his attention.
I also wear thongs. We established ages ago that wearing a thong means a spanking for me, and usually a fairly hard one. After hundreds of iterations, I know this game very well. When I crave some posterior encouragement, slipping on a thong is a fast track means to make it happen.
Randy knows too. Occasionally, he hides the usual contents of my underwear drawer and replaces them with a dozen or so new thongs. As I lie across his lap and accept the inevitable consequences, he tells me, “Those look amazing on you. I think you should start wearing them every day.” Hoo boy.
Truth be known, I don’t hate thongs. I used to complain about wearing them until I found the correct style and size. In that part of the world, I need soft material with no abrasive edges. The waistband should rest at my natural waist and the fit should be snug, but not tight. When they are right, thongs can be so comfortable that I forget about them, at least until he gets out the paddle.
A reader asked me whether I feel humiliated by having to wear a thong. My answer is no. First, I’m not forced to wear anything. I choose my clothing with a full understanding of the implications. And I don’t feel humiliated. I’ve worked for years to find peace with my curvy body. I don’t mind showing it off for Randy because he loves how I look and often tells me so.
A better question is why so many guys are fascinated by this simple strip of cloth. I don’t know the answer, but I imagine someone will explain it to me. While we’re asking, what is it about a thong that makes guys think that the wearer needs to be spanked? I understand that the bottom is fully exposed, but even a completely naked bottom doesn’t seem to have this same effect. Does the presence of a thong convey something about the wearer?
I have a theory, but it may only apply to my man. I think that Randy likes me to be complicit in my own spankings. When I play a role, whether putting on a forbidden thong or fetching an implement, it signifies not only my agreement, but also my active participation. So I am at least partly responsible for the punishments I receive and the pain I feel. Collaboration is a different headspace than simple compliance.
So what do you think? Why do guys think thongs are different from other panties? What, for a spanko, makes them different?
