Knee High Socks

Earlier in the week I had organised to have a spanking adventure. I have never taken part in such and activity but I was feeling that it was something I just had to do.
I wanted to dress as a Catholic School Grrl for the part. Not to get spanked but to be the spanker. I decided I was going to be the Hall Monitor spanking the younger grrl for being bad.
I even went so far as to create an Hall Pass Detention Slip Email. Telling the other party that they had been caught smoking in the toilet and were in general very bad and needed to see the Hall Monitor (me) for punishment.
Then I ran around my house putting my hair in pigtails and slipping into my new lingerie ( yes lingerie... if you knew me you would realise what a big thing that is). So I had my knee highs, pleated skirt, my shiny shoes, school tie, white lacy undies and bra and the kickers... 'I love Duran Duran' written on my arm in pen. I was really feeling it.
Then the phone rang. The other half of my school fantasy said she was tired and couldn't come over like planned earlier. I said it was ok and put the phone back on the wall. I sat there and went from feeling sexy and exciting to ridiculous and silly in a shoulder sagging sigh. Perhaps a 32 yr old woman should feel ridiculous dressed as a School Girl, all I experienced was reality pushing it's way past my fantasy.
Oh life can be so harsh.

I am tempted to pack up my spanking fantasy and put it up on the shelf beside all the others that spin around in my head. Seems a crying shame though... Don't you think?