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Ooof. Sorry about your circumstances there man. Hopefully things get sorted soon. -
I assumed that they'd be the proper size. My point was...if they looked like that AND were sized appropriately then I'd wear them....why not...
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
For the big shopping expedition we chose Saturday because we knew it would be crowded. Except when we were in the car or Alice was actually in a bathroom stall either Christine or I held Alice’s hand very firmly. A lot of the time we both held hands with her. In department store after department store I came out with this line: “Alice is tall for a 9 year old, but still very childish. I am worried about her getting precocious. I think she thinks she should be treated as an adult. It’s not as if she’s mature for her age. Have you any suggestion? Think 7 rather than 11.” The 18 year old, dressed in pink elasticised pants and a pink sweatshirt just stayed silent. Aunt Christine and I had taken our freckled little girl to a half a dozen shops and found quite a few suitable outfits for her. At the very last shop we visited we found an amazingly helpful, if very young, shop clerk. Norma Johnson was an African American who looked like she was still at school. She suggested a sailor type dress. It was sized for my sister but was not likely to be the first choice of many girls over the age of 4. It was quite short. I wondered whether we would get away with it. “Do you have a fitting room for children?” Norma Johnson, who was indeed schoolgirl with her first Saturday job, smiled: “Well, they’re mainly for grown ups but I’d like to see how this young lady looks so I’ll take you there.” The room was bigger than I expected. It allowed the lady trying things on to be looked at by a friend or two before committing herself to the extent of going into the store in whatever it was she was trying on. Christine helped a reluctant Alice into the new dress. I liked what I saw. Alice did look cute in the short childish frock. Christine took a photograph. It looked really amazing. I stood next to her. I wore heals and my hair right up. Together with my natural height advantage we really looked like a mother and a rather young daughter. The sales lady came in. “You look like a really nice little girl Alice. If your aunt buys you pretty dresses like this there is no risk of YOU growing up too fast, despite being so tall for a 9 year old.” The clerk remarked. There was a slight problem. Christine saw it more clearly than I did: “Yes, but there’s something that worries me. The dress is so short. People get glimpses of her cute heiney and panties. Now there are so many men who have quite the wrong idea of little girls.” I was thinking along the same lines. There was an element of truth. I had a suggestion: “Christine is right. It does suit Alice, but some guys see short dresses as sexual. Could it be in the same style, but just a little longer?” The clerk had another idea: “I see your concern. I have an idea, can you give me a minute.” The lady went out. She came back with some tights. They were pink and ribbed. Christine and I smiled. They seemed an ideal solution. Alice’s reaction was different “Are you blind you f****ing, n*****, bitch. I’m not a baby, I won’t wear toddler clothes.” I was secretly pleased that her performance was so like a toddler, even including Alice stamping her feet. Christine apologized. “We are really sorry. We do not tolerate that kind of behaviour or language.” I noticed a bolt on the door and pulled it locked. We were going to need some privacy. Then I looked at my still angry 18-year-old sister. “Alice I think you have something to ask.” “Not here, not in front of…” In thirty seconds I grabbed my sister, found the comfortable chair and had her across my knees. Up went the short skirt of her dress. Down came her panties, the ones with Minnie Mouse cartoons on them. Out came my hairbrush. There was one last bit of defiance: “You CAN’T, not here.” Then with all my strength I landed three heavy whaps on her bottom. She started to cry. I carried on with the whaps for about ten minute. “Now young lady, stand in the corner there. Hold up your dress and leave your panties round your knees, then have you something to ask Christine.” The place had mirrors placed so that you could see how you looked from the back. We adjusted one. Alice could quite clearly see her pale pink left buttock and the other cheek as red as a rose. The clerk suggested that Christine and I try on some adult stuff so we could keep the dressing room. This worked out quite well. She also remarked: “I wish a few more Moms were as good as you at letting kids know what is acceptable.” After the 4 minutes of corner time I told Alice: “You know what you deserve for defying your elders. I think you have something to ask Aunt Christine.. Alice obeyed, she asked: “Aunt Christine, I’ve been VERY naughty please spank me very hard.” Christine is left-handed. She borrowed the same heavy former sorority hairbrush. Again the 18 year old cried. After another 4 minutes of corner time. I said to Alice: “Tell Ms Johnson here what happens when you use naughty words.” The subdued 18 years old said: “My mouth gets washed out with soap.” I said: “Since it was Ms Johnson here you were so nasty to, I think you should ask her something.” “Pretty please, will you take me to the rest room and wash my mouth out with soap?” Norma had a problem: “I would love to do it, but maybe not on company time.” I gave her our address and phone number. “So if you came about half past seven, Alice would just be ready for bed. Then she could have the soap taste to remember all night.” Alice left the shop in her new dress and tights. We bought more in the same style. Dressed as she was and without any money or ID we felt that we no longer needed to physically hold her hands. We found a children’s play area. Alice had to pretend that she really enjoyed using swings, slides and things like that. Maybe she did. Christine and I kept a good eye on her and we discussed our plans. “You know my Jane Alice would be 10, if she had not died.” I remembered. I had felt really sorry for my aunt who had lost her only child and her husband in the same year. At 49 she would now have little chance of having another baby. The two girls had Alice in their name because of an ancestor who had been a real heroine in the 19th century not only fighting for suffrage but also teaching former slaves in Mississippi (a very dangerous job.) “So we could pretend she was the other Alice. She could start school as a 10 year old. She’d be believable. And she still has an incentive to get people to believe it. “But I do not think we should tell her about our plans. And I know that Brian worries about Molly. She is very mature and responsible, but she is 11. He wonders how he’ll manage. Well my job does not start until fall. If Alice came with me I could keep an eye on both. I think it would be good to tell Molly that Alice is 9.” I had Alice Joan’s school reports from 8 and 10 years earlier. They showed her as being a potentially bright child who was lazy, disobedient and difficult. Frankly they seemed to suit her very well. They were hand written, and not well. So changing the appearance of the years concerned was not hard. Christine, of course, still had Alice Jane’s birth certificate. It was not going to be hard to get the 18 year old admitted to 4th grade, if she seemed mature enough. But these were plans for the end of the summer. After letting “the child” have some time “playing” we needed to buy some other things. Principally we needed some suitable soap. I checked on safety issues. There was an effective carbolic soap, which was really good at getting rid of germs and dirt but safe even if kids swallowed a bit. We also bought our child one toy to play with, a Betsy Wetsy doll. Since Alice had behaved badly she would need to be sent to bed without supper. I ordered HER favourite pizzas, which were delivered. We also had coffee Ice Cream, which both Alice and I love. She stood in the corner silent whilst Christine and I gorged ourselves. Her tights and panties were down enough to show of her heiney, which was still fairly red. Her short dress was pinned up just to make sure. At 7pm it was bath time. Christine insisted on supervising Alice’s bath time. By 7.30 the 18 year old was washed, dry and in her new ‘jamies, with feet on them and cartoon characters. I found a large plastic bib. I heard the doorbell go. It was Norma Johnson, the shop clerk. I led her straight up to the bathroom. Alice knew what she had to say and she said it. “I used VERY naughty words to you Ms Johnson. I need to be punished. Pretty please will you wash my mouth out with soap?” Norma managed three applications with a VERY soapy washcloth. Then the child was in bed, to stay until 7am. She was NOT given a chance to rinse her mouth out. We had to organize things quickly. Christine packed what she would need. I packed lots of Alice’s new clothes. I booked the train trip. I double-checked. There were two advantages of going by train. The first was that it would mean that we would cause less pollution than going to Brian and Molly by plane. The other I will come to later. Christine would stay with Brian for the rest of that summer. I would have to be home by Monday. We had breakfast and left just after 8am. A bit before 9am we had a visit to make. I held my sister’s hand. She knocked on the door. “May I have a word to Ms Norma Johnson?” A lady, her mother or grandmother, had come to the door. She called up “Norma!” Alice curtsied to Ms Norma Johnson. I should add that I think Ms Johnson probably had just a Saturday job. She would have been 16 or 17. “Ms Johnson, I forgot to say thank you for washing my mouth out with soap. I do thank you. I really needed it and you were very good at it. I also want again to apologise for my language and behaviour.” During the car journey to the train station I explained the situation: “Alice, for the rest of the summer you are 9. You can be 18 if you want us to call the police about your latest crimes. Now as a 9 year old you will refer to me, as Aunt Roberta and you will talk to your Aunt as Aunt Christine. For other adults you will say Mr or Ms or Dr or Reverend as the case may be. “You also need to know that my hair brush and the rest of the carbolic soap are in easy to reach hand luggage.” We had reserved three seats on the train. Where we sat there was a little table. Alice was sat next to the window and therefore furthest from the corridor. The train was quite crowded. About half an hour into the trip my sister said: “Bobbi, I’ve got to get up.” I ignored her. A few minutes later she said “Aunt Roberta, please.” I then whispered into her ear. I made clear what I expected of her. She changed her tone. “Aunt Roberta, Alice needs to go potty.” Christine got out of the outer seat. I took Alice’s hand and held it firmly. I carried a bag in my other hand. She guessed some of what was going to happen. “Roberta, give me some dignity.” The rest room cubical on the train was relatively large. It was designed to suit the needs of handicapped people if need be. It was also gave enough space for me to sit down and have Alice across my knees. First I insisted that Alice wash her hands after using the rest room then I said: “Now we need to deal with some disobedience. What have you got to say?” I looked at her. My efforts had worked. “Aunt Roberta, I’ve been very naughty please spank me very hard.” I lowered to top of the toilet seat. I sat on it. She was dressed again in the sailor dress and tights. I pulled down her tights and then her cartooned panties. I carried on spanking until she cried. After the spanking I said: “Now someone needs to learn to address adults properly. You need to learn what you can say. Just a reminder about your disrespectful tongue.” I then washed her mouth out with soap. I did not have the time to do as complete a job as Norma Johnson had the night before but I think she realized she would have to be careful of what she said. Once we had returned to our seats I said: “Why don’t you play with the lovely toy Aunt Christine bought?” So she had to spend a lot of the train journey feeding and changing Betsy Wetsy. I was not able to stay for very long with Brian and Molly. I did have a night train to catch. However I heard some things explained to both of the little girls. “Molly, I know that you are only eleven but your father tells me that you are very mature and responsible for an 11 year old. Alice, I know that you are only a quarter of an inch shorter than Molly but you have been much less mature than most 9 year olds. “So we are going to have to supervise Alice much more closely. Molly, we don’t want you telling tales for the sake of it but if Alice is difficult or disobedient we need to know. “Molly we know that your father is not sure about whether it is right to hit naughty children and that in any case you have never been REALLY naughty. Unfortunately, for a long time, Alice was VERY, VERY naughty and got away with it. So sometimes her aunt will have to spank her.” It was Brian who carried on with the explanation “Aunt Christine does love Alice. She does not like hurting her but Alice needs to learn to behave like a responsible child or else she can NEVER be a responsible grown up.” -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Amy looked at her daughter and was proud that she apologized, then asked if she would like to watch TV with her big sister and her cousin Sherry nodded her head, but Amber made sure Sherry sat at the opposite end of the couch and kept her and Valeria separated making sure to keep an eye on both of them promising her mom that she would look after them both. -
By duaoer naster · Posted
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