Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

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Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

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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. I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. I sat stunned into silence, 'governess', ‘ten-year-old girl’! Surely I had not heard her correctly. Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!” 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.

That’s perfect,” said the playwright.“You’re very handsome and look fabulous in that dress. Every women in the After months of severe figure training and deportment, Robert's Aunty feels it is time for her to present her darling, feminized boy-girl to the public.frightening now, just how feminine my outline looked. My waist was now much thinner, but my hips were wider and of 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. Lauren nearly laughed at such a question but she held it in, “Some of the parents don’t like it too much and the school board agreed. So, I can’t give it anymore, or else I’ll be in trouble.” 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!)

Like my chums I took great pleasure in teasing the girls who lived in our neighborhood, sending them shrieking into their houses. I received many a scolding from Mother about this and the threat that, if I continued, she would invoke some dire punishment on me. Little did I dream of what it would be. All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs. 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. 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. When I was growing up my dad caught me and my little brother smoking. His discipline was to put me and him in the fireplace (not lit) for an afternoon. That was a punishment that fit the crime; it was creative; it was humiliating but it wasn't overboard. The shortness of the punishment was the relief valve that is necessary to classify it as a punishment rather than an abuse.Carolyn said, "And I surprised you when I came through into the room and you tried to hide your erection." I said, "I was embarrassed I was feeling that way as boys should not feel things like that." Aunty decided to adopt a lad of Roberta's age and train him for duties as a 'Personal Maid' to Roberta. Peter folds his arms tight. “You two are planning something. I know I’m not going to like it, so why would I smile, Aunt Jenny?” in and shut the door behind them. “Turn around, Peter.” said Hilda. “Yes, that's a good start – you're I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container.

You cannot generalize and condemn something like this; especially if you really don't understand the subject you are condemning! Then in 8th grade history I did not please the crazy male teacher and he spanked me bare ass in front of the class. From then on I was taunted by 5 boys as being the little baby that got spanked. It hurt and I cried. Then I was called the crybaby little girl.

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. 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)



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