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

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I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room. Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!” One day I was passing my sister Jill’s house on the way home, so I decided to drop in on impulse and say hello. three other women, all pretty and all wearing pretty dresses with full skirts.“This is my mother,” Ginny said. With my new hairstyle I looked very feminine and I could easily be the younger sister of Sue. On our way to bed aunt gave me a nightie to wear and some cream to rub on in the morning before I had my shower to tidy up any unwanted hair I had.

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) There really wasn't actual petticoats involved. You were assigned a dorm room uniforms that were to be worn during school hours, such as now, and special dresses on weekends. Some of the older gurls, the local slang for boys under punishment, had some other denim skirts and tops, all within the schools dresscode guidelines, that they could wear. Carolyn rubbed the front of my panties and I began to moan softly in delight. Carolyn said,” You just love this don’t you Chrissy?” I replied, “Ooh yes it’s nice, I just love it when you make me ejaculate into my frillies. I just love being dressed like a girl. You have turned me into a girl and I really enjoy it.” I thought about it almost constantly, too. Every movement aggravated my wound, I couldn't not think about it. I lay down and watched TV for a while, hoping to distract myself, but it didn't help. Every time a girl in a dress showed up on the screen, I was reminded. I could not believe what was happening, of course I would love to dress in the pretty clothes and they were not going to mind at all let alone laugh at me. I had a perfect excuse supplied to me as I saw it.

You should have used a sister and the boy humiliating her in some way. That was the justification my Aunt used on my cousin. I was reading another story of "petticoat punishment in girls school" When my muse decided that this should be part of the story. Oh well what can you do?

Jenny then holds up her phone and shows Peter a picture of his pride and joy. Last summer he restored an old Harley Davidson motorcycle. He’s so pleased with it; he only rides it on special occasions. Yet, she has a picture of it. Isn't it pretty, Christine?” she asked excitedly, winking at her employer.“Well? Christine, what do you think?” Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed, “Come along, sweetheart”, and with my skirts bobbing we walked together to the car. Eric, maybe you should have thought of that before you hurt him again. You two are going to stop fighting, or you will both end up in dresses at school."Synopsis: In which Kay discovers that her nephew Tom is being dressed as a girl to make him behave himself. We’ve both agreed that you are to live these next six months as a woman. With my help, you are to become Penny, my sweet and polite niece.” mirror now in my training bra and panties, this way and that. I felt so humiliated I wanted to burst out in tears, but I felt I stayed perfectly still, I knew he'd do it. It was only a matter of time the way things were going, before one of us killed the other anyway. returned, with no less than Mrs. Edna Bainbridge herself in tow. The door was ominously shut behind them.