I wrote this story in the Fall of 2023 when I was quite sick for several weeks with a bad asthma exacerbation and bronchitis. I had a lot of time to fall into my head and fantasize, daydream, think about spanking, etc. At the same time, a green sweater I found on eBay from Flynn & O’Hara, to match a black watch plaid kilt, tie, and green knee socks I’d already purchased, arrived in the mail. A complete uniform, from a school in a neighboring state. I put the whole kit on one day when I had a bit more energy, and took some photos, admired myself in the mirror, and allowed myself to fall into a fantasy about it. After the jump is the photo that inspired the story here, and the story itself. It’s only ever been shared with one other and I hadn’t re-read it nearly since I wrote it, but I’m rather fond of it. Uniform feels even further away than kink more generally right now, and has for months, so I am re-reading old personal writings in an attempt to feel that connection again. As for the title, it is a pre-bedtime story, so don’t expect pajama spanking here. There are three photos here – the original one that inspired it plus two bonus ones at the end. The story has some daddy vibes, those being some of my favorites. I hope you don’t mind.

It is M/F, semi-cons, includes uniform, line writing, and temperature taking.