Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

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We’re going to straighten you out Peter,” Jenny smiles, sitting in an armchair. “You can’t keep acting out as you have been.” The authority figure almost 99% of the time is the mom or a female relative, like a grandmother, mother's sister, teacher or principle (headmaster/mistress) Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.” I used a brother intstead of a sister, because in the other story, the brother was derisive and abusive, and allowed to get away with it, in fact the child being punished had to apologize for getting angrily defensive! Also, the brother character was necessary to work out my own stuff.

Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ A very realistic depiction of the dangers of petticoating is the story 'surprise'. It is so scary to me because it is so plausible and so tragic. I'm not really trying to run down this story. It is realistic and tragic and very avoidable if the lady just disciplined the right kid.

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don't know how happy it makes me to see Madam smiling again,” she went on.“I'm sure she'll really hate to see her little girl go once the weekend is I reluctantly left Aunt Mary's breast but was also excited at the same time by what was going to be done to me next. There was a desk in the room and I was lead to it by Carolyn. Carolyn said,”We will use this as your changing table”, after she put a blanket on the desk. I was helped up onto the desk after Carolyn removed my baby doll nightie. Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?” Carolyn said, “Yes we know that and it must be exciting for you.” I said, “One thing for sure is I know I am going to hate putting on my boy clothes when the weekend is over.” Carolyn replied, “I’m sure you will feel like that.” Look Peter,” she laughs, knowing she has the upper hand. “Your uncle has it down at the junkyard. Just so happens to be hanging over the crusher. Would be a shame if all that work went to waste because you wouldn’t let ol’ auntie Jenny help you.”

I would like to tell you about something that happened to me when I was a boy of 14 years old. Firstly I was a slim "pretty" boy of average height, small boned and with quite feminine features. For as long as I can remember I liked to play dress-up with dolls and put on girl's clothes. Since puberty, this had taken on a whole new excitement. Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” Oh Martha, really I am literally at my wits end to know what to do with Robert. He has become simply impossible of late, and the neighbors are complaining about his mean, bullying ways towards their daughters. Oh what can I do? I have tried chastising him and depriving him of privilege, none of which seem to have any effect. Tell me, do you know anything that would help?"They were only clothes, really, so I put them on. It felt kind of nice, and I smiled. Maybe I could get through this. The moment had come for me to leave the room. My aunt and cousins were busy in the kitchen getting dinner ready and did not take too much notice of me. My aunt told me that that was being much more sensible. Sue told me I looked fine and Anne agreed. Then they all went on with what they were doing.

As I may have mentioned previously, I have no particular hate for the idea, but to me it is all fantasy and probably kink. Ridicule and humiliation have their place in kink, and there is nothing wrong with that. But in this my story in particular, the situation was presented as actual punishment of a child, rather than safe, sane, consensual kink. And you're right, ridicule and humiliation have no place in the raising of a child, and the results can sometimes be very tragic in a number of ways. Honey, I'm so sorry... I didn't know... I just wanted to stop you from fighting before you killed each other, I never thought... Can you ever forgive me?"Oh Christine, you look absolutely wonderful,” exclaimed Aunt Mary, thoroughly pleased at the latest transformation. “I wish Susan could be here to see how darling you are.” After donning their wraps, the two ladies led me to the car for the drive downtown to the restaurant, while daintily dressed as a girl. she slid the silky panties up and down along his member, he began to shudder,“Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, his shaft erupted into the

Isn't it pretty, Christine?” she asked excitedly, winking at her employer.“Well? Christine, what do you think?”Sue, Anne and I sat outside under the trees and talked about clothes, and boys, and making out, and about seeing Luke pulling himself off. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community