I’ve unfortunately never been dominated or punished by someone while they were wearing the sort of shirt with sleeves that they would need to roll up. This is regrettable.

I like the immediacy of just being thrown over someone’s lap and spanked. The idea of not having to tend to too many articles of clothing besides some of my own appeals to me in the sense of instant gratification. 

However, there’s something so perfectly condescending about having to wait for someone to roll up the sleeves of their shirt. It kind of makes me tremble and feel terribly small.

In a good way.