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

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We drove on, heading down the shaded boulevard toward the academy. “I'm sure we'll find your suitcase, but it will be so much of a shame; you look so pretty as a girl.” I want to tell you first about what Sissy Karen said when she wrote to me not long ago. She said: "Why does Prim always talk about the most girlish sissies in his stories as if they are boys and not transformed into girls? It's 'He said this' and 'she told him to do that'. Wouldn't it be more girly to pass a point in the story, somewhere near the start, where he becomes a girl, so it's 'she felt lovely in her new dress' instead? Put these shoes on and I think we can show the others what a pretty girl you are now; if that's the right thing to say." My aunt asked me to set the table. We had dinner and made small talk about nothing in particular. After dinner my aunt asked me to come over so she could have a look at me. She told me that I looked very good. She trimmed my hair and combed it into a much more feminine style. Do everything she says’; mom’s words flashed thr

So, what’s it to be Peter…?” Jenny leans forward in her seat. “Are you going to allow ol’ auntie here to correct your unruly behavior or is it goodbye to your precious bike!?” We explained that we felt it best, and dad agreed that we had done right. Then my mother thanked us for what we had done, and asked whose idea was the curtsey. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ I agree with one or two of your members who have written to say they are disappointed at how long it takes you to come out with your next edition of PPP or Walt Wisconsin. Sometimes you say a date for us to expect, and you miss it by weeks! I'm sorry to say it but I think this is poor business.As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. The Tiny twisting road I was driving down seemed to be taking me further and further away from civilisation, I hadn’t met any passing cars, or pedestrians for that matter for at least half an hour, finally I saw the sign I was looking for Gragewood Manor. I pulled up in front of two large gates, as soon as I stopped they began to part and I drove into a small courtyard. The front door was adorned with a large brass boss which made a deep sound into the interior of the building. A few moments later the door opened and I was greeted by a young lady who introduced herself as Macy. At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. Something seemed to go pop in my head as I shyly looked at him, feeling an inner excitement. "I think the name Alice is very sweet, don't you?" I knew that I had spoken in a higher voice, but just felt that I had to. Mat I don't know, dear. Perhaps it's because of the clothes. Anyway, let's show your sister what her new sister looks like!"

The same goes for you Peter" said my uncle, "I think you would both deserve a reward if you did it. I know it's a lot to ask any boy. Think about it for a few minutes. We'll be downstairs." Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so much nicer and softer than my own.

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Please can you publish my confession so that all your members know that I am a sissy little girl in dresses and panties. There, I said it, I don’t like her, but recently, she invited us to stay with her for the summer vacation. Mom was busy with her work, and there was no way she could’ve taken a leave. But instead of cancelling her invitation, she asked me to go there, alone. I was dead against it, but always liked my mom, and never said no to her, thus when she asked about it in the morning, I simply half-heartedly accepted. Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom.

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. We fell in behind him, and once we were out of earshot, he exploded "Who the hell said you're to have girl's names?"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!) I don't know. I expect so." I stood up, "Mind you, I would like that bike, wouldn't you? After all, I suppose it would be a laugh." I felt myself wavering and looked at Peter. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you think?" I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.” I understand this will be punishment at first Peter,” Jenny says. “But yes, I want you to have control over what Penny looks like. I believe you will learn a lot from this.” Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile.