Petticoat Discipline: How I Turned My Naughty Son into a Pantyhose Princess!

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Ellis wilted with a moan of emotion as the big brassiere cups approached his chest and settled into position like two big mounds of satin covered flesh. His mother spent so long fastening him into it between his shoulder blades that he could tell it was on him to stay. It was terrifying. They made him feel so feminine. His penis stiffened a little bit higher in its ribbons as he gazed down at his bust through his tears, but his shame doubled in agony as he heard the sizzle of the silky net petticoat he had to wear. Oh don't... Don't laugh at me, please," he wept, squirming between his captured arms so that he dangled and bounced as they threaded his romper higher to reveal more of his bloomers. Subtly making his bra more visible will still allow him to go out in public, albeit more gingerly, but more obvious changes may be used to prevent him from leaving the house at all. If the presence of his brassière simply cannot be denied, as is the case if its cups are heavily padded, your husband is unlikely to want to court the inevitable public humiliation of being seen wearing it, making such a choice ideal as a punishment bra. It is not just those around him who will be unable to ignore a highly visible brassière - your husband will also have difficulty forgetting its presence, once again serving to emphasis the inevitable consequences of his previous misbehaviour. I soon learnt to behave myself, and in a few weeks began quite to like the sensation of wearing stays, and to look forward to putting on the new and smaller pair with which my aunt provided me every two months. I found it advisable to keep my stays on at night, and then I did not have to do so much pulling-in in the morning, and at the end of a year, a fashionable French girl, with an up-to-date maid, would have envied my perfect figure and waist, which was never allowed to exceed seventeen inches, night or day. I was disciplined in this way until I was nearly sixteen, with the most beneficial result to my character and manners, and my health was excellent the whole time. . . . "The Victorian classic, My Secret Life by "Walter" (1888), [6] contains an account of pinaforing in which the main character, Walter, witnesses the birching of a wealthy middle-aged man by a prostitute while the man wears feminine attire. Male correspondents constantly wrote voluminous letters to this highly feminine magazine, and their favourite topics were tight-lacing, high heels, the use of spurs by lady riders, and the whipping of children - particularly young girls. . . . Many of the men confessed to wearing corsets themselves and experiencing 'most pleasurable sensations in being laced tight.' Robin Adair went to the trouble of having 'fashionable ladies' boots with high heels made for his own feet so that he could feel what it was like to wear them. . . . Witnesses of this type, spending their leisure gloating over these unmanly topics in a ladies' paper, are surely not to be relied on when they tell us of the sixteen- or even fourteen-inch waists achieved by their sisters and nieces . . . " (pp. 17-8) It was in pink plastic with a saucer six inches across, a large plastic ring in front and a teat that was narrow on the shaft and widened into a mouth filling bulb. The wailing turned to a stubborn hum as Jayne held it in front of lips that were tightly shut. A slap on the cheek took his misery up a notch, followed by another three slaps until he opened his mouth. Timmy’s crushed, beautiful, cornflower eyes met Lauren’s hazel and for the first time in the head sister’s life, she felt guilty not giving a boy the petticoat punishment. And for another first in the head sister’s life, Lauren got up went around the table, and pulled the now crying boy into an embrace. It was rare for her to touch anyone but herself spare the rare emergencies or when giving punishment.

Wonderful," said Angelina, "but where did you get such a great dress for husband dressing? It looks like it'll fall just short of covering his panties, or in his case, the crotch buttons of his romper." Of course, dressed like this, I could no longer romp or run wild, and at first I constantly rebelled. I soon thought better of it, however, as my aunt instantly punished any outbreak by making me wear a pair of shoes I could only just squeeze on, with the most extravagantly-high heels, and by lacing me relentlessly into a pair of 16-inch corsets, which caused me considerable pain. For a man who has never been brassièred before, simply having to wear a bra at all can prove punishment enough, even for just an hour around the house. Similarly, a man who has only ever worn a bra in private will hate being taken out shopping whilst brassièred, and a man who is used to wearing a bra in front of strangers will hardly relish having to wear one to work for a day. Even a man who wears a brassière to work every day is unlikely to have a good night's sleep if he is not permitted to take his bra off before he goes to bed. Unless your husband is already brassièred twenty four hours a day, it is always possible to punish him by making him wear a bra in situations in which he would otherwise expect to remain braless. Depending on the extent to which your husband is already brassièred, you may choose to do so for a specific length of time, or for a specific situation which he is likely to find uncomfortable.There, darling, he's standing up nicely. It isn't difficult being a sissy is it." She wrapped the pink ribbons under the knob of his penis and did them into a bow which kept it tensed and standing to attention. "Next we have your sissy breasts and brassiere, darling, all in one. Arms in here for me." This is Angelina... from Yesterday's Man. As you will know, YM as it's known to us is one of the most influential, up-and-coming organisations catering for women like us. I just love that motto: 'Give us a husband, we'll give you an effeminate panty-rag'. She has very kindly agreed to demonstrate one of their training items for us today, and she's going to use my pathetic husband as her babified sissy. He's doing it," murmured Jayne, spreading her own legs as her vagina felt a warm flow. His hands spread into stretched fingers on either side of him as he "Mmmmphhh - mmmmphhh - mmmmphhhed" into his wife's and his Mother-in-Law's panties, and all four women knew he was in the middle of learning by ejaculation who was in control of him now. Baby Butterfly," read Eleanor. "De Luxe dangle frame for displaying your sissy baby. Oh my, I'm feeling damp in my panties already."

His mother was delighted at the news. It elevated her in one stroke to a new prominence at the High School and in the social life of the neighbourhood, since Ellis would be in great demand at dozens of events around town. As for Ellis, he collapsed in class when the news was brought, and had to be carried by two grinning guys to Miss Ratchett's office, where smelling salts brought him round to the reality of his new life. cure, he told me that there is a medicine that he is going to send give to me tocook and give it to my sister to drink for one week, so I ask how All three women stood and laughed when they saw the spread out effect. "Baby Butterfly!" they exclaimed, as Angelina smiled her agreement. Seeing him dangling and bouncing helplessly, there was only one thought in the minds of all four women: we can't leave those sexless sissy genitals hidden inside. It was Trinny who said it first. Syndrome Fibrodysplasia Ossificans ProgresSclerosis,Alzheimer's disease,Adrenocortical carcinomaInfectious mononucleosis..Asthma,Allergic diseases.Hiv_ Aids,Herpe,Copd,Glaucoma., Cataracts,Macular degeneration,Cardiovascular disease,Lung disease.Enlarged prostate,Osteoporosis.Alzheimer's disease,Oh stop wriggling," snapped Jayne as she stood in front of him and straightened his collar into a neat circle, "you're making yourself look perfectly ridiculous." She attended to his curls around every part of his hair, fluffing them out for everyone to see how pretty they were. Depending on the extent to which your husband is already brassièred, you may choose to punish him by making him wear a bra at times when he would not normally do so. If your husband has a tendency to misbehave in particular situations, for instance, it is those situations that are best suited for his brassière discipline. The tightness around his chest, coupled with the fear of discovery, will help to remind him of his previous misdemeanours and keep him from repeating his mistakes, knowing that to do so would warrant further brassière punishment. Another approach is to make him wear a bra in situations he is already likely to find particularly stressful, where the presence of his brassière will be even more troublesome than usual. Doing so combines the two in a way that your husband will find much more unpleasant than either by itself, resulting in a punishment he will do his utmost to avoid in future. You may, for instance, wish to consider: