There is no spanking in this tale of shameless freedom from panties, but arguably, there ought to be. Those “my subconscious mind went and did what I wanted to all along, honest, I never meant to” moments are what spankings were invented to cure, no?
“You know, it’s actually a common practice to make your submissive go without panties in public.”
“No one would know, just me and you. Can feel the breeze. I’ve done this back home when I was a teenager. When I didn’t have any clean ones. Even when it was colder outside.”
“I AM TELLING YOU TO WEAR THE FUCKING PANTIES!” (Or something almost like that).
“It’d be under the skirt, anyway.”
“Don’t the panties prevent you from getting stinky?”
“I suppose they do.”
“So you wanna go around stinky?”
“YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR PANTIES. The idea of public embarrassment does not turn me on at all!”
“But it wouldn’t be public embarrassment, it would be private embarrassment.”
Tail between my legs, I put on the swimming suit and the indicated skirt over it, and brought a pair of panties with me to change into after the swim.
“WHAT? YOU WERE GOING TO GO WITHOUT PANTIES IN T H I S SKIRT? WITH THE SLIT ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP????”
“No, no, I am bringing them, see, they are right here,” I exclaimed defensively, waiving a pair of pink panties like a white flag.
“Pull up your skirt. Show me.”
I showed him the suit covering safely my private parts.
As fate would have it, when we were done splashing in the pool and it was time for me to take off my wet suit and change into my clothes, I realized that… the panties I thought I’d brought with simply weren’t there. Everyone’s familiar with the idea of a Freudian slip here, right?