panties

I know I gave my Christmas wishes in the last post. I seriously didn't think I would have time to write another post. Last night gave me some thoughts though, so here they are.

First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!

So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!

We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:

The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.

End review.

I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.

In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.

Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.

In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.

Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.

He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.

We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.

In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)

Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.

In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!

Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!

I mean it!

Go now!