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

Product Information

I woke up again and the policeman was sitting in a chair next to me. I think he was sleeping, but when I moved a little to get more comfortable, he got up. I've had a lot of therapy, I still feel dirty, but I've been really good. I help out at home, I don't get in fights, and Mama is slowly starting to give in to my requests for hormones. Funny, but if things hadn't gone as bad as they did, maybe I would have transitioned right after Mama started making me dress up. Instead it took me four years of therapy to even realize who I am. It's still hard sometimes, I think it always will be, but I am healing, and taking my transition slowly. Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!” Honey, I'm so sorry... I didn't know... I just wanted to stop you from fighting before you killed each other, I never thought... Can you ever forgive me?" 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.”

Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. 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. The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. I rang the doorbell but Jill didn’t seem too pleased to see me. "Oh I thought it was the new television we’re having delivered," she said before inviting me as an afterthought. "Come and have a cup of tea, Kay," she said.Petticoat Punishment by itself is not the problem. No, the problem is how it is done and in what means it is accomplished. three other women, all pretty and all wearing pretty dresses with full skirts.“This is my mother,” Ginny said.

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. 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. As he emerged from the fitting room, clutching his Aunty's arm to keep from stumbling over his heels, to his horror, he spied a girl of whom he was very fond approaching, accompanied by her Mother. 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.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. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs. I could barely see him through the tears, but the big dark blob got bigger, and a warm hand rested on my shoulder. I think I jumped, because it went away.