Petticoat Discipline: A Mother's Story

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Would you beat a child with a belt 100 times for being 1 minute late getting home? No! That is overkill in the extreme as was your story. Carolyn lay me down with my head resting on Aunt Mary’s breasts and then put on her negligee and gown and left the room. Aunt Mary said, “Chrissy my darling can you just get up a minute while I remove my negligee?” 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.

Carolyn helped me out my underwear and then assisted me in getting on my nightwear. She knelt at my feet and then opened up the panty for me to step into. I over from Carolyn and pulled the panty over my hips. As I did so Carolyn asked, "How did you feel when you first put these panties on?" I said,” They felt so soft and silky." Sarongster Hi-Line Panty-Girdle” - it was a perfect fit. Well, that's to say a perfect fit after the pair of them tugging Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.” Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel frightening now, just how feminine my outline looked. My waist was now much thinner, but my hips were wider and ofIn school I knew some things. I was not like the boys and I liked the girl things. My parents divorced and I got replaced as the baby by a brother just before I was 5 and the year I started school.

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.

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I looked around the sterile room and tried not to cry. They would come and get me, take me home, and it would never stop. John would rape me again, kill me, and I'd go to hell because dirty people like me don't get in to heaven. And he'd be there in hell too, it would never end. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't wait any longer. “I have to use the restroom,” I finally whispered.