4 April 2024
At 5:30 AM I woke with a start, the unmistakable sound of a hard smack on bare skin ringing through my head — or ears? My alarm was set for 7, so this was too early. Besides, my alarm quacks (so, if a duck suddenly wanders into any dream I know I’m oversleeping); it does not smack*.
As my dream trickled into my semi-conscious (because who is more than that at 5:XXAM?) I remembered it. A uniform dream. A boy uniform dream. Thinking about it makes me shiver.
It’s been more than 25 years since I delurked on alt.sex.spanking then migrated to soc.sexuality.spanking less than a year later, an “almost-30” year old school girl. and linked my kinks with Paul’s, I can generally wear most school uniforms (skirts, blazers, even gymslips…or maybe not) out of the house without too much painful embarrassment. Especially if I can wear tights and sort of goth up the whole thing.
But boy uniforms, UK boy uniforms are different.
*I almost wrote “no one would want an alarm that sounded like a spanking…” but of course they would.