Peter's Punishment

by Patti Remick

 

Part 3

 

Standing naked in front of Her I am overcome with fear and horror as She begins to take the clothes out of the bags. I almost faint as the first thing She takes out of one of the bags is a package of panties. I can clearly see that the package says: GIRLS NYLON PANTIES – 6 PAIRS. She opens the package and removes one pair. As She unfolds it I can see that it is shiny and white with lace trim at the waistband and leg openings. To my continued horror I can even see that there is a little white bow attached to the lace waistband in the front.

"Oh please no, no Mommy…those are girls panties…please don't make me wear them," I plead. But my pleading is in vain as She holds the panty out and open in front of me and makes me step into them. I begin to softly cry and through my tears I can see the smile on Her face as She pulls them up firmly.

With the panties completely on She runs Her finger around the waistband and legbands. She then has me turn slightly and She runs Her hand over my now panty clad little bottom. "Oh they fit you perfectly…I got the right size. And you are so 'small' that the panties make you nice and smooth and flat between your legs, don't you think?" She coldly exclaims, looking down at my crotch I can see that She is right and that my tiny male genitals are completely hidden and my crotch has been smoothed out by the panty. In horror I realize my crotch now looks just like a little girls.

She then makes me sit down on my bed as She next removes from the same bag four thin packages. Again horrified I can see each package says: GIRLS NYLON TIGHTS – ONE PAIR SIZE SMALL. I can see that two of the packages contain white tights and the other two are pink. She tells me to sit still as She removes one of the white pairs of tights from its package and unfolds it. She tells me to, "Keep still and hold your legs straight out." As She begins to put the tights on me, expertly rolling up each leg with Her fingers and pulling them over my feet until both sides are pulled up to my knees. Again I plead with Her to stop but I am ignored and am told me to stand. As I try to resist She practically lifts me up off the bed and onto my feet. She will have none of my whining, and after She stands me up She expertly pulls the tights up the rest of the way to my waist.

As I stand in front of Her She makes sure the panties and tights are pulled up securely and that the tights are on with the crotch seam straight and the waistband firmly around my waist. Much to my distress She runs Her hands over the panties and tights to make sure they are smooth and secure as the tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I know that Mommy sees my tears but She ignores them and in fact another little smile begins to show on Her face. I again quickly look down and I am in shock as I look at the lace trimmed waistband of the white tights up around my waist, the white panties underneath, and my now smooth and flat crotch.

Mommy now takes out of a second bag something that looks like a white shirt. As I look at it I have some hope that perhaps She is only going to make me wear girls underwear. I watch as She unbuttons the collar button and wrist cuff buttons and removes the price tag. As She does this I further study this 'shirt' and quickly realize it's not a shirt but a girls blouse. I can see that it is a very fancy blouse with lace trim along the wrist cuffs and at the collar. The collar is also very rounded in the front and I can see the little tag at the inside back of the collar: CHRISTY BROOKS – GIRLS SIZE 6.

She holds the blouse in front of me and says, "Oh look at your pretty new blouse…don't you think its so perfect for a little sissy like you."Still ignoring my tears She makes me put my arms into the sleeves and then She buttons it right up to my neck, telling me, "Hold still," while She buttons the top collar button and then the cuff buttons. I am horrified as I look down at my arms and see the frilly lace on the cuffs and then lower my head and see the same thing on the now tightly buttoned collar around my neck.. The bottom of the blouse comes down to just below the waistband of my tights.

Next She takes from one of the bags what looks like a several pairs of white socks. But as I look closer I am again horrified to see that these too have lace on them. She removes one pair of them from their SIZE S - saying to me with a cold look in Her eyes and a little smirk on Her face. "Oh aren't these lace anklet socks just adorable I just love these, now sit down again while Mommy puts them on you."

Completely powerless to stop Her, I sit down on the bed and watch in total horror as She then puts the anklet socks on my feet over the tights, making sure they are on completely. Reeling from the sight of them on my feet I try to pull my feet away from Her hands. "Now hold still you little sissy," She snaps at me as She rolls the top of each anklet sock down and fixes the very lacy trim so it is sticking straight out from just above my ankles. I look down at my feet and cannot believe the sight of the lace anklet socks on my feet over the white tights. Next Mommy takes from a different shopping bag a shoe box. The box is white with pink writing on it. She begins to open it and mocking says, "Oh, now I know my little sissy is going to love the shoes that Mommy has got here."

I nearly faint again as She opens the box and takes from it pair of what looks exactly like the shoes I have seen so many little girls at school and at church wearing. They are shiny black patent leather 'Mary Jane' shoes with the straps that go across the top and little buckles on the sides.

Smugly smiling at me again, She takes them out of the box and picks them both up in one of Her hands holding them right up to my face by their straps. "Aren't they cute?" She sarcastically asks me as She teasingly rocks them in Her hand by their straps in front of my eyes.

I begin to beg Mommy again, "Please Mommy please don't make me wear those shoes…they are little girls shoes…please, please…I don't want to wear little girls shoes."

But She quickly chides me, "Well I don't care what you want, I picked these shoes out especially for you and you are going to wear them!"coldly adding, "and they are going to look just perfect with the rest of your outfit!" She tells me to stay very still as She puts my feet into each one and straps them on securely. I can feel Her secure the straps tightly across the tops of my feet. But even in my horror of seeing them on my feet I can tell by feel that they do fit me perfectly. Mommy now says, "Now stand up so I can look at you," and as I slowly stand She stands back to look at me. "You really are such a little sissy and these clothes are really just so perfect for you," She says as She looks at me standing there in my panties, tights, blouse, anklet socks, and Mary Jane shoes.

Chidingly, as She continues to ignore my tears She looks at me and says, "Well now my little sissy…don't you think these clothes are just right for a sissy like you?...I certainly do."

 

 

 

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