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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Karen explained how things would follow. “The naughty boys’ room is also a fitting room I think that Ollie should stay standing as he is.” Mom nodded. My brother was standing with his trousers around his ankles and his underpants around his knees. His very red ass was visible. As we had discussed earlier I went out and I offered my brother some possible clothes. They were a jumper, a blouse and a pair of definitely girlish but rather plain panties. I guess they looked a lot like I wore and say 8 or 9. “How would you like to wear this dress and these panties?” I asked in a friendly manner. He said nothing, I think that he did not dare say he did not like what was on offer but, after his spanking, he would not directly say "no." Mom said: “It’s alright Ollie; I can see you don’t like the clothes Rosemary chose. That’s fine. I think you should have something prettier and more in keeping with your emotional age.” Mom then picked up a more childish dress. It was very fussy. It had a sewn in petticoat. I remember a photo of me in such a frock; I must have been 3 or at most 4 at the time. The new frock also buttoned up at the back. There were a lot of very small buttons there. It would be impossible for him to unbutton the garment himself. My brother did not resist as Mom unbuttoned and removed his shirt. “I think you should step out of your pants.” Mom said, and he complied. He did not resist as Mom pushed his arms into the arms of the dress. Then she talked to me: “Rosemary, would you button up your brother’s pretty new dress?” I did so. Actually given the smallness of the button and button holes it might have taken a while for anyone. I made sure to do this as slowly as possible. I pointed to a mirror. He just let me do what I wanted. When I was nearly finished Mom came back. She offered a pair of panties. They had a cartoon figure, Minnie Mouse. Mom then reached and pulled down his boyish, now inappropriate, underpants to his ankles. “Lift this foot.” He obeyed and the underpants were removed from his left foot, “Lift this foot.” Not only did Mom take off his boy undies but also slipped on the little girl panties. “Now the other foot.” The childish panties were slipped on and pulled up under the new dress. A further instruction followed: “Sit down child.” He obeyed. Then Mom gave me some socks. “Would you put the child’s socks on him?” I did so. The socks were very bright white. They just went to his ankles. They had cartoon pink rabbits on them. Next came very black, t-bar sandals, which I slipped onto his feet and fastened them for him. You can imagine that he looked quite a sight when he walked out of the room into the main part of the shop. As he did so I saw an interesting thing. Another young man, in a skirt and blouse, was curtseying “Thank your for my skirt.” He curtsied “Thank you for my pantyhose.” He curtsied. “Thank you for my blouse,” He again showed girlish respect. An 8 year old girl was sitting down. He looked about 16. His Mom was watching. I had a question for my brother. “Do you know how to curtsey?” He shook his head. I then asked the 8 year old “Could your brother teach my brother to curtsey?” “Tammy, teach the boy to curtsey.” The next half an hour was very comical. My brother’s efforts, even at the end, were not that good. At the end he repeatedly curtsied thanking me for his sandals, his Minnie mouse panties, his socks with pink rabbits, and finally for the pretty dress. Finally Ms Watson came out. “Ollie, although it would probably do you good we feel you cannot wear you pretty dress outside. You can wear this skirt.” She showed him the tartan garment. There was a surprising amount of pink in the tartan pattern. “Lots of people will think this is a kilt. But it is not, it is a tartan elasticized skirt.” I held my brother’s hand on our walk home. I knew, and so did 80% of those looking at him, that under the skirt disguised as a kilt he wore a petticoat and childish panties. As soon as we got home we got my brother out of the kilt- or rather tartan skirt, petticoat and blouse and into a properly childish frock. Then we showed him a VERY large pile of ironing. Just at that moment the doorbell rang. It was Karen from the shop: “I think I should explain about AAG. It stands for Assertive Athletic Girls. You know I have hopes of becoming a professional tennis player. Mom, she’s a widow, originally decided to come to this town because the Gym department at the High School heard of me and kind of head hunted me. McGirl wins every single competitive women’s sport event around here, sometimes State wide and sometimes wider than that. “It is also great to live in a town where you know ALL girls, that is all REAL girls and women feel safe and ARE safe. That’s what AAG does. “There are about a dozen of us on call any given night between 11pm and 7am who can be called by a Mom or sister. We have thirty on duty during the day. If an overgrown child is too BOIsterous and does not want to wear a pretty frock or wash dishes they phone- 1 800 AAG. “Then three of us will turn up. The boy will find himself over two different knees. He will be spanked 20 times on each with full force and with the special oil that makes asses especially sensitive to pain stimuli. Then we will ask: ‘“Do you want another spanking in half an hour or do you want to do what you are told?”’ Then Karen took out three large posters: “Is he too BOYsterous? Call 1-800-AAG, any time. No charge.” AAG actually had about a hundred members. They had rotas. Karen went on: “I was really glad to be called down to deal with Ollie here…” She gently patted his butt, whilst he carried on trying to iron my pants. “The thing is it is usually only kids going to Ms Watson’s for the first time that need our services. “We also give spanking lessons. We only actually have members from 16 to 25. But we like to train and encourage younger girls...” I was, and am, quite athletic. I liked this idea. “The full deal with three of us and the oil and all that is a last resort. The average 13 year old can learn to give a spanking that a bad boy will hate and not want to repeat. This reminds me my colleagues should be here soon. Someone forgot to say thank you for their spanking.” After a bit more ironing by my brother and chatting to Karen the door went. We then had some more fun. Ollie curtsied and said “Thank you Ms Marcie, for helping with my spanking. “Thank you Ms Stacey for helping with my spanking “Thank you very much Ms Karen for spanking me. I really needed that spanking.” Aunt Janet ordered Pizza, Ollie’s favourite. Mom told him: “Because of the way you have behaved you will go to bed without supper. I am sure you will smell it. After what you did to your sister you yesterday you do need a spanking. I think it would help for Rosemary’s first lesson.” Karen advised me. “Now if the naughty one is going to have to submit and not be held you need to pick just the right kind of chair. This will be excellent. You see you can feel comfortable but Ollie here will feel unsteady and worry about falling If he does that just means you have to start the spanking again. “Now you know you need to go across Rosemary’s knees.” I sat down. He assumed the position. Karen went on: “Lift the skirt of the dress. With this one you do not need to lift the petticoat separately because it is sewn in. You want to make sure that it does not get in the way. I find large safety pins do the job wonderfully.” I continued to follow the instruction. I pulled down the Minnie Mouse panties, but only so they were out of the way. I really enjoyed landing blow after blow on his butt with the heavy hairbrush. As I happen to be left handed the relevant half of his bottom had started off white as a sheet. It ended up red as a rose. Better still I managed to get him to really cry. Karen advised: “A spanking is NEVER over until the boy is really crying. Sometimes you need to go on but I think there is other business tonight.” Mom took him up to the bathroom. I watched. After supervising his bath she applied hair remover to his legs and also his face. “Big girls wear nighties. Little girls wear jamies.” The pair he was offered also had cartoon figures on them. (From about age 6 I would have refused to put on such babyish night clothes.) He heard the door bell go. “Oh and there is one more part of your anatomy that needs cleaning.” Up came Ms Peters: “Did you use naughty words to Ms Peters?” He nodded: “I think that mouths that use naughty words need to be cleaned out. Have you something to ask” He did “Pretty please wash my mouth with soap Ms Peters.” She did so with a lot of enthusiasm, and I then realized, quite a lot of experience. She spent twenty minutes with the wash cloth and the carbolic soap. Then he was put to bed. I am sure he smelled the Pizza and heard us having a great time. He was in bed by 8pm. Leonie had a sister called Molly, who was in the third grade in the elementary school. They had started giving beginning classes on “Home Economics and Home Making”. Perhaps surprisingly, in view of the kind of town McGirl is, the young students attending this class tended to be girls. However, the elementary school and the High School cooperated. There were lots of young men who now NEEDED lessons in this kind of thing. It was arranged that these lessons be provided. The boys, aged 14-19 were walked to the Elementary school by a teacher. However most of those in each lesson were girls aged 8-10. It was not an accident that the girls nearly always wore pants when they were learning with the bigger boys. I doubt that even one of the girls in the class were unaware that the boys had petticoats and panties under their ‘kilts’. That evening Molly told us what happened, whilst Ollie, in his pretty frock, scrubbed the kitchen floor. I was surprised how loudly the 3rd grader could talk. “We had a practical test of needlecraft. Then we had some quizzes. It was so funny. All those big boys came last in the class. Maybe they should be in Kindergarten Home Ec class, would you like that Ollie?” He carried on scrubbing. I asked “Would you like to be in a Home Economics class with kindergarten girls Ollie?” He paused. “Well, I will have to deal with rudeness but I still want an answer.” He said: “I would not like to be with kindergarten girls but if teacher tells me to I will do what I am told.” After the kitchen floor had been washed I looked. I said: “That’s not good enough. You must wash it again. But first you need to be punished. I need you go across my knees.” He obeyed. I wanted to maximize the humiliation. I asked for Molly’s help. The dress Ollie had on now had a separate petticoat. I asked Molly: “Would you lift Ollie’s dress out of the way? “Would you lift Ollie’s petticoat out of the way? Now use these pins to keep them out of the way.” He was lying uncomfortably in the childish position. The much younger child fixed fastened the skirts of his dress and petticoat out of the way. “Are these diaper pins, like for old fashioned cloth diapers?” I smiled and nodded “Yes they are.” I pulled down his panties. They had cartoon elephants on them. Few girls over age of 4 would choose such underwear. The first twenty whaps came with my hand. I could tell it hurt him a bit. I gave further instruction: “Molly, would you get the hairbrush from the hook on my bedroom door?” She obeyed: “Whap, whap, whap.”[/b] By the fifth blow he was starting to cry. I looked at the clock it was twenty five minutes after five. I carried on the spanking until half past. “Now stand in the corner as you are.” He struggled to get there with his panties halfway down. His very red behind was very visible. So for the next couple of days I had no dishes to wash. My brother had to do my washing and ironing as well and tidying my room. The trouble was that he was useless at them. The kitchen floor needing to be done three times was typical. Then too there was the problem of the ironing. He had ruined my best sweater. I quietly talked to Mom about the problem. This was after nine; my brother was in bed and had been for an hour. It turned out that Ms Watson wanted to try a new range of clothes in her boys’ section. Furthermore she had talked to Karen. In McGirl most of the work in the shop had become girl’s work. They agreed to spend all of Friday afternoon making some very particular furniture. Karen showed me an antique. It was the High Chair she had sat in, like her mother, grand father and great grand father. It was all wood. Then she showed me what looked like an identical item of furniture, only bigger. She explained some differences: “With this High Chair the arms and the sides of the tray are hinged. However once the baby..” She giggled a lot at this word. “…is safely in his chair you can lock the tray in place. It will be hard for baba to get into trouble, but there are some other features which can be added to make absolutely sure.” -
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By tigercub59 · Posted
I was wearing 4-5 days a week unless on vacation or visiting my folks or other relatives ,but I just had prostrate surgery and right now have a foley in. I expect I will be wearing every day and especially overnight, which I haven't been, while I try to retrain my bladder to hold it again. I expect I wil be wearing overnight for a while even then. Not upset about it but I still would like that control as I like to be naked sometimes and especially while I sleeping.
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