Petticoat Discipline: Why Your Naughty Son Needs to Start Dressing Like a Girl!

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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. This section does not cite any sources. Please help improve this section by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. ( October 2018) ( Learn how and when to remove this template message) I finished my supper wondering how I could get out of going to the party. Perhaps Sheila would just forget about it? I will continue to approve posts here until August 1. The forum will remain as a guide to the new forum until the end of 2016. I whistled. "You look cute in that dress. It’s definitely your colour. I like your hair. Nice legs."

But then at supper Sheila asks me what I'm planning to wear to the party. I almost choke. I tell her I'm not going; it’s a party for girls. Robert whirled about, cheeks crimson, eyes blazing, "But... but... this... is... a... girl 's room!" he managed to stammer, nearly choking on the words. Like my chums I took great pleasure in teasing the girls who lived in our neighborhood, sending them shrieking into their houses. I received many a scolding from Mother about this and the threat that, if I continued, she would invoke some dire punishment on me. Little did I dream of what it would be. As the trim figure of her smartly uniformed 'Maid' fussed with her hairdo, Roberta's Mother sighed as she remarked, "Really Roberta I am the most fortunate Mommy in all the world to have so adorable a son-daughter to look after her Mommy's every need." She smiled at him affectionately as she added, "You know that too, don't you my pet?"

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But Sheila was in no mood for protests. Without a word she grabbed my arm, undid my belt and took down my trousers and boxers. She lifted my t-shirt over my head and then hauled me across her lap. Before I knew it I was receiving a very sound spanking on my bare bottom. Sure. Kay darling," he said, "this dress is kind of OK for the day time but I want to dress up a bit more for the evening. Would you mind if I went upstairs and changed?" Ellis Fairchilde had just been elected school sissy by staff and pupils at Presswell High. There were three votes for Peter Whitless and one for Brad Chambers, but that left four hundred and twenty-six in favour of the quiet, fragile and undeniably effeminate Ellis. I confess that I too petticoated my son to take the place of the daughter who did not materialise, and because I lost my husband shortly after the birth of my son. I pondered the situation for a few years, then when the longing for a daughter did not decrease, I made the decision to have my son become my darling daughter. My closest friends helped me that Paul was far too lovely a child to be wasted in nasty trousers, and as he was fair of complexion, and small of stature for his age, I turned him into a cute little girl.

That’s OK," I said. "Jill tells me that her rule with Greg is that he can wear his male clothes to work but he has to wear panties underneath and as soon as he gets home from work he has to get prettied up. I’ll expect that from you on Monday and Tuesday, Mary-Jo. OK?" Previously their behaviour had been disgraceful and at my sister Jill’s suggestion I had got both of them into dresses. Within a matter of hours this had had a really beneficial effect on their conduct and on their manners. Well,” she said, “you should have thought about your costume when I told you to. You could have gone as whatever you wanted. But you didn’t organise anything. So now you'll have to go in what I've chosen for you. Or would you like another spanking to help you make up your mind?”

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He would never have passed as a little girl. After all his outfit would have suited an eight year old and he was five feet ten. But he did look cute and I don’t know why, but he looked sexy. I wanted to make love to him there and then. Re: Tom & other posters: 7-31-16 last day I'll approve posts! -- Forum Moderator, 21:48:33 07/30/16 Sat I froze. “Oh,” I stammered, “yeah, sorry. I forgot. And now I've arranged to meet the boys in town, so it looks like I'm going to have to miss it. Sorry.” We are so fortunate, darling, that we decided to have two such adorable little girls! I shudder to think of what they would be like had we let them continue to wear trousers!" I had never seen a man looking so good. I wanted to eat him there and then but I knew I would have to wait until we were in bed. When we made it upstairs I insisted he made love to me dressed as he was. It was wonderful the best sex ever.

Thank you," Mary-Jo replied. "I’m so sorry I was rude to you all earlier. It won’t happen again. Now I’d like to cook you all dinner to try and make up for it. I’ll go and see what’s in the freezer." OK, then, Mary-Jo," said Kelly-Ann to his father. "You better come upstairs with me." Marvin meekly stood up and obeyed. There was something that prevented any of my family protesting about being put into dresses. As they left the room together, I heard Kelly-Ann say, "Now you go and take a bath. Shave your legs and armpits. Then put on a robe and come into my bedroom. I’ll get you all prettied up. OK?" 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 I was stunned, and could say nothing. I became aware of Lucy stood in the doorway, and tried to cover myself up.No tears please. You wouldn't wish to ruin your makeup, would you Miss Roberta!" She dabbed at his eyes with a tiny lace hankie. A slight tremor caressed Robert's frame as he sat demurely in his lavishly frilled boudoir, facing his Aunt. The slight movement caused the folds of his elaborately frilled pink satin negligee to shimmer, and it was not missed by the eagle eye of his hunt. "Yes Aunty," he murmured. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, the party came to an end. The Mums gathered up their little girls and ushered them out. Sheila made me give each one a kiss as they left.