A compliment over purple corduroy leggings

A compliment goes a long way, especially when it is unexpected.

On Saturday, I had to stop by a store. Due to the pandemic, only three customers are allowed inside the store. I was waiting outside with roughly five other people.

I managed to get inside the store at long last. I was waiting for my order to be fetched. The man behind me started a conversation with a compliment.

"I love your purple pants," he said.

I had purple corduroy leggings on. I thanked him and said that they screamed my name when I saw them. He said that he wouldn't mind wearing a pair because they are purple and he loves corduroy. He saw them on me and thought that they were cool. I loved his fashion sense. He even said that he would wear them with white sneakers. Yes, a pop of colour goes a long way.

What is cool about these leggings is that they have full front pockets. You don't normally get that with leggings. You often don't get pockets. Sometimes, if they are jeggings, you get a small front pocket and two back pockets. 

He brightened my day. I'm glad that I was able to brighten his with my purple corduroy leggings.

Loving my legs and leggings

My guy loves my legs.

On Friday, I told my guy that I was at a bar after work, having a drink with a colleague and our manager. I indicated that all servers at this bar wear black leggings.

"I love when you wear leggings," he told me. "You have nice legs."
"Thanks, sweetie. I know that you love touching my legs when I have leggings on."
"Yes, I do. They are the most attractive pair of legs I have ever seen," he admitted.

He's sweet. I still remember when he first hugged my leggings after quality time. He truly loves them.

Being playful before, during, and after a spanking

The other day, my guy wanted to spank me. We were sitting in the treehouse. He moved closer to me and wanted to touch my butt.

"Oh, no," I said, playing the role of a girl who is avoiding a spanking.
"It's time," he said.
"I am going to remain seated where my butt is safe and secure," I said, which made him smile.

He tried pulling down my leggings from the front, but I wouldn't let him. He then tried again from behind. We both get excited with this sort of playfulness.

Eventually, I went over his knee and my punishment began. Pleasure followed soon afterwards for both of us.

I am so glad that we both like role-playing.

The double-whammy spanking

My guy and I were cuddling, and he managed to get a few swats across my left buttock.

"You know that I love your butt," he whispered. "I like your corduroy leggings."
"Thanks," I said. "That's not nice that you want to spank me."
"Well, you've been a bad girl," he said, first putting his hand in my left back pocket, followed by attempting to slide his hand down my panties.

I have noticed that when I stop him from sliding his hand down my panties to grope my butt, it makes him excited. He'll try some more and then he'll try the front. It's fun trying to stop him. It only works for a brief period.

"Assume the position," he told me, shuffling over and signalling my going of his lap.
"But, I am. I am a good girl sitting here," I replied.
"Nope, that's not right."

Eventually, I did. He pulled my panties and leggings down. I was that bad of a girl that it was a hard bare-bottomed spanking. I got excited.

He first started smacking each buttock. Being an optimizing guy, he decided to use both hands to smack my bare bottom, punctuating each syllable of nonsense that he was playfully saying. In other words, he was playing the bongos and substituted them for my butt.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed, which was true.
"Good," he said.

He pleasured me. My orgasm was intense and wonderful. I rested across his lap for a bit.

He pulled up my panties and leggings. He stroked my backside and then smacked in a few times.

"Hey, I thought that my spanking was over," I told him.
"It's not if you continue to rest across my lap," he advised.

Well, my spanking was done, but he pulled down my leggings and panties again to pleasure me. I felt so good.

He's a gentleman. He always puts me back together, and pulled up my panties and leggings again.

I got up from his lap and kissed him. It was a nice, passionate kiss. I caressed his head as we kissed.

I asked him what the name of that new type of spanking was. He has dubbed it the double-whammy spanking. My butt is still sore from it. It was a lot of fun.

J is for jeggings

My guy is somewhat traditional in his ways. He insists on paying for lunch or dinner whenever we dine out. He will open the car door for me and close it before he gets in. He also insists of driving me places. It's one of his sweet qualities.

When it comes to clothes, I tend to wear styles that will endure for years. I try not to follow trends.

For years, I avoided wearing leggings. I have large calves and I always felt like they were being strangled when I tried on a pair of leggings. I felt the same way about skinny jeans.

Well, the fabric technology has changed and improved over the years. Wearing white leggings no longer means that you can see everything underneath, as if you had x-ray vision. They stretch much better. As a result, they are comfortable.

I bought my first pair of jeggings (jean leggings) last winter and loved how comfortable they were on me. I wore the same pair on my flight to Istanbul.

The first time I wore my jeggings in our treehouse, my guy didn't know what to do with them or me.

"Your jeans don't have a fly!" he exclaimed.
"They are jeggings. You pull them on."
"How am I going to get access to you?" he asked.
"You just have to pull them off."

When I got to the hotel in Istanbul, while lying on my back on the bed, my guy took my jeggings off in one smooth motion. He was so used to jeans having a fly and a button. They were both missing. It was a good reason for me to be spanked.

I also wear bras that are comfortable. They look different to my guy. However, he never has an issue unfastening whatever bra I am wearing.

I suppose that guys will figure out how to disrobe you no matter how foreign your clothes seem to be to them, at first. Practice does indeed make perfect.