When I was coming of age, girdles were worn by “proper young ladies”. Dates were always well dressed in those days and that included a proper foundation. More than one date candidly admitted that multiple under-layers were prescribed by their mothers to hinder hands from gaining access to bare skin. I guess the reasoning was that by the time the boy got all the layers off, it would be curfew and their daughters would remain chaste. It had some the desired effect, but we usually managed to get it all off and back on without turning anything inside out or violating curfew.
How many layers? Skirt, slip, maybe a camisole, girdle and panties. More than enough to confuse a young lad.
Reminiscing About My Wasted Youth
I gave many spankings over girdles, but these were not spankings that I thought about before hand. The gal would do something to “earn” a spanking and I would spank her. Of course, after baring her girdled bottom for the spanking, I would be half-way home to my real interest after the spanking. Somehow, it was OK to pull up skirts and slips to give a spanking. It was another deal to just pull them up to make out. But once the skirt was up, then it was OK to go farther. I wonder how many of my dates actively provoked me to spank them? I am wagering all of them.
This post sounded familiar to me, so I checked the Blog and sure enough I wrote about this a year ago. Panty Daze. Well I only have one set of memories from my wasted youth.