Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

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Synopsis: In which Kay discovers that her nephew Tom is being dressed as a girl to make him behave himself. I sat stunned into silence, 'governess', ‘ten-year-old girl’! Surely I had not heard her correctly. I believed him. He made me feel safe, though I still couldn't stop being scared. And I was so bad, I didn't think I deserved his caring. Sarongster Hi-Line Panty-Girdle” - it was a perfect fit. Well, that's to say a perfect fit after the pair of them tugging Really Robert, I simply cannot understand how you can be so ungrateful. Here I have spared not a penny to groom you for the role, ever since that day the talent scout spied you, and now you complain that you do not wish to be M

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. Petticoat Discipline or Punishment is not the real problem! It is how it is done and why. As with any form of punishment, unjust and hateful use of any punishment toward anyone is WRONG. All in all this kind of punishment is either regarded as a punishment, but later regarded as norm, or regarded as a punishment all the way through. Like I said, speaking from experience, 9 times out of 10, it's enjoyed.

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Carolyn asked, "And did you like it?" I said that I did and once I had put the nightie on I was determined that the fact I liked it would remain my secret. frightening now, just how feminine my outline looked. My waist was now much thinner, but my hips were wider and of

Yes. That’s his decision. He decided that he likes himself better when he works hard. He works hard because he has no other distractions here. He always stays in and does his homework. He doesn’t go out with his friends. Anyway secretly I think he likes wearing dresses." Jill smiled a knowing smile.

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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. The day went slow, but three did eventually come. John came home. I knew he would, and I knew what I had to do. He wasn't going to stop. He knew I was weak, and he would want to remind me. A lot. This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) So now he’s here, in Lauren’s office as Lauren continued doing her work while he waited. It was like this; the sister likes to compose herself and give the students time to think about what they did wrong. The silence was oppressive. Or it would’ve been oppressing if Timothy wasn’t vibrating in his chair with excitement as though he was waiting for this moment. Yes, Ma'm, she'll be right down.” With that, Carolyn called up the stairs, “Come down, and Honey, we're ready to leave.”

Call me Erica, I don't wanna be Eric anymore. Eric was bad. I'm bad, officer. I tried to kill John, I was going to stab him and never stop. Then I was gonna kill myself, once he was dead. I don't deserve to be protected. If he hadn't taken away my knife, I'd be a killer, and dead." 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. It took forever. It hurt and hurt, and the pain kept going for hours, days, weeks, months... And then he was gone. It still hurt. It started a year ago. Tom wasn’t doing very well at school. He kept getting into trouble. I decided to do something drastic; I couldn’t let it carry on." She sipped her tea.Shhh, now, it's okay, cry if it helps. You're safe now. Do you want to tell me what happened? Should I call your parents? You'll have to tell me the rest of your name if you want me to call them." While I still considered myself a boy, the way I was dressed and acting made this all feel so natural. Sue told us how she would sit in the front seat of the bus because she knew that the boys behind could see up under the skirt of her tunic in the mirror. She enjoyed the idea of all the boys getting hard looking at her. She also liked to bend over a bit more than she had to, teasing the boys. Aunt Mary asked me if everything was all right and I nodded. I now having emptied my bladder could continue on my soft drink. We finished meal and then Aunt Mary called for the bill and then after it was settled they left the restaurant. Carolyn opened the rear doors of the car, the pink Cadillac convertible that had the top up, for her mistress and I. I rested my head on the bosom of my host as Carolyn drove off. Carolyn said, “I think our darling girl behaved impeccably in restaurant. “ 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. He put the half empty glass down. His manners were perfect and I noticed that each time he had called Jill mommy, just like a little girl.