I Got My Son in Panties!: A Petticoat Discipline Story

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Luke came over and we talked for awhile and flirted with him flipping up our skirts accidentally and making sure he was getting turned on. Sue enjoyed flirting and I was enjoying it too. Poor Luke had to put up with our teasing for the next hour. Then again maybe he was enjoying it too. I was certainly enjoying being a girl. William is my regular lover and thoroughly enjoys the fact that my husband is now my maid and treats her quite correctly as nothing more than domestic staff. The final twist is that William has insisted that Michelle refers to me formally as Miss Long which was my maiden name. All's well that ends well.

No, Mama, don't make me be Eric, Eric was bad, I don't wanna be bad anymore. I wanna be good, even if I am dirty. I tried to clean up, Mama, but I'm still dirty. I'm so scared..." We hid in the trees and could see that Luke was still at the edge of the river. He was looking around and obviously thought he was alone. He had pulled down his jeans and underwear and was certainly enjoying himself. He was very excited, and Sue and I were getting excited about watching him. Sue slid her hand under her skirt. I could not see much but she was enjoying herself and was not worrying about me watching her. Sue straightened herself up and said we had better go. I was feeling very randy. I ran until I fell; I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, my whole world was pain again. I could feel blood on my legs, grass in my face, but John didn't have me. I was in a field outside town, and John was nowhere near. It was just me, my dress, and the blood. I sat stunned into silence, 'governess', ‘ten-year-old girl’! Surely I had not heard her correctly. Is the punishment done out of love and concern for the boy being punished? Or is done out of hate and/or a non-caring attitude of the consequences? The punishment should fit the transgressions.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. 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. Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” Harry walked down the hallways of the school to tons of whispering from just about every girl to see him, which was many, as he walked he recieved at first, one or two small claps and then more and more. It would be hard for any teacher to pinpoint who was and wasn't clapping or who started it. To an outside observer there was a boy walking down the halls of a girls only was only a sort of mannequin while this was going on, because Hilda and Gertrude were doing all the fiddling and fitting. The

To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed. All the way to the Studio, Robert pleaded with his determined Mother not to compel him to become ‘Miss Dollie Dimples'. 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 In the morning I showered and put on the padded lacy bra and panties, white petticoat and the pale ye1low dress. The dress was soft and the petticoat made the skirt full swish as I walked. Auntie Joan complemented me on how I looked. I was getting the idea that she was enjoying me being dressed and acting like a girl. I was enjoying it as I well - for the first time I was feeling so complete and full. He shut his eyes tightly to blot out the sight of his Aunt and cousins derisive expressions when they spied him.All this continued to my first year of high school. Tenth grade. At the end of it I was kidnapped by said boys and forced as Eric was several times. I was threatened the loss of my mom, who was my only parent since my dad was killed just before my tenth birthday, told to expect more as this was just the beginning and let go. I felt dead and dirty and ashamed of myself and guilty. But true to their word I was their 'girl' forced to please them to the end of school, when I was finally able to get away.

Auntie was apparently subconsciously jealous of me being the only boy in our families and this I guess was the driving force in what was about to happen. The weekend was a huge success mainly due to my mothers training of Michelle which she says was a regime of punishment and reward with the judicial use of the strap on. She has encouraged me to continue with the same training which I find most enjoyable; Michelle has in turn accepted fully her role in life and is a very attentive maid. My mother and I now share the benefits of Michelle for domestic support with all that that entails. covered in a canopy hung with wispy lace as were the curtains and the vanity.“I'm sure you'll be comfortable here, ”Carolyn said with a gleam in her eye as Sure he had petticoat punishment when he was young. He said it did him the world of good. That’s why he was keen on Tom wearing dresses too. It’s a pretty dress in the photo. Isn’t he cute too?"Aunt Mary said, “We are so glad you are enjoying it my darling. We still have lots in store for you.” Carolyn will you please go and get the things we are going to dress baby Chrissy in?” At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. 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)

Yes, Ma'm, she'll be right down.” With that, Carolyn called up the stairs, “Come down, and Honey, we're ready to leave.” Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.”At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. Auntie and my cousins decided to go to town but despite the protests, I decided I was not ready yet to let other people see me. After they left I went for a walk and ran into Luke. At first, I was a bit unsure but after I realized he was convinced that I was a girl I decided to have some fun. As he emerged from the fitting room, clutching his Aunty's arm to keep from stumbling over his heels, to his horror, he spied a girl of whom he was very fond approaching, accompanied by her Mother. 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.” And is that what Tom likes? Wearing dresses?" My cross-examination continued. It seemed a little odd for a 13-year-old boy to dress as an eight-year-old girl.