Do You Pull Them Down Or Do I?
Who makes the final necessary preparation of a girl’s bottom? Which of us tugs down that last veil between me and my most beloved target?
This is a control issue, of course. Making a girl suddenly that naked and that vulnerable is a moment of brightest elation for me. I have to smile at the sight, my pulse beats a little faster, the itch in my palm increases in intensity, so in most cases I prefer to do it myself, and I like to do it slowly, baring her cheeks and revealing that shadowy ‘tween space inch by tantalizing inch.
On the other hand, there is a lot to be said for simply ordering your girl to bare her bottom. In so doing, you force her to become complicit in her own chastisement, a harrowing augmentation to an already heavily fraught situation for her. This could of course become a battle of wills, if she is too embarrassed to accede, but a good Top is always up to a test of his moral strength, and eventually he will convince her that it will be much worse if she refuses.
Still, there is something so very visceral, even atavistic, about a man pulling a girl’s panties down, as is so clearly illustrated by the Waldo photoshop montage above. Deeds and not words control in this situation, as should happen on occasion. Sometimes words are not only unnecessary but they get in the way of the message. The message here is unmistakable so I will leave it at that.
Sometimes a girl may wish to show submission before the procedure even gets properly underway. Yanking down her own undies as if to say, ‘See, sir? I’m a good girl, I am!’ is another example of a silent message – unless of course she actually says it out loud, in which case the Top’s only recourse is to nod grimly and cover his smile with a brisk, no nonsense cough.
Still, overall I prefer the good old fashioned, reliable, ‘I’ve taken all the nonsense I’m going to take from you today, young lady, and these are coming down right now’ approach to knickers lowering.
And I have to think that my girl prefers this as well. She has no desire to be in charge, to be in control, let alone to voluntarily offer her tender bare backside to my hard, mean, awful hand. That she was responsible for getting herself into this predicament to begin with is bad enough. Anything over and above that is adding insult to really ouchy sting.
So whether she does it herself.
Or I do it for her, the end result is the same. But the getting there part is so much fun that I like to take my time.
That is all.