On a previous posting that I made about the slipper as an implement
of chastisement there might have been a few aspects that I over
looked. After having a few conversations recently both in chatrooms
and real time I would like the chance to explain further why the
slipper does it for me personally. Under no circumstances do I expect
all people to be able to relate to this; in all honesty I expect very
few people will.
As a youngster I found myself a lot of the time over someone's lap
having my bottom smacked with a slipper (most of the time playfully).
I always had a preference to the female slipper which back in the 70s
would normally be fully enclosed, colourful, maybe a pattern design,
possibly with fur round it.
As well as having my bottom smacked it would be the fact that I was
over the knee, which I have always found a comfortable loving
position. There was also the fact that whilst over the knee I would
be able to see one slipper on the foot of the person administering
the spanking and the other foot would of course be slipper less.
To a lot of people this might sound very weird, and yes I have had
the piss ripped out of me for admitting this publicly. However this
is the truth!!!
Explaining a slipper fetish
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