Peter's Punishment
by Patti Remick
Part 5
Mommy looks at me and mockingly says, "You know…I think 'Peter' is a very stupid name for a pretty sissy little girl like you, don't you think?' I begin to try to say no but She cuts me right off saying, "We do need a proper sissy name for you." She thinks for a minute and I am too horrified to say anything when She finally says, "I think you should be called Patti…Its such a pretty name for a little sissy girl like you, don't you think so?"
"No please nooo Mommy," I quickly beg, very large tears now streaming down my face, but She just ignores me. Now with an even more unsympathetic manner than She has exhibited before.
She said, "Ok little Patti it's time to go downstairs now." She grabs me firmly by the arm, as She grabs my arm and calls me 'Patti' a cold shiver goes up my spine.
I am totally horrified and very self conscious as She marches me back down to the living room. The tights especially feel very strange on my legs as they rub together. I can also feel the skirt bounce around my
tights clad legs as I take each step. Then with a cold look in Her eyes Mommy begins again to tease and taunt me about Her taking me out shopping for more little girls clothes since its so obvious that She
thinks I look so adorable and cute in my new outfit. Looking at me and coldly smiling She says, 'Oh you are sooo adorable and I can't wait to take you shopping for some more little sissy girlie clothes…and I hope those same nice sales girls that helped me with this outfit are there when we go.'
I can't believe what She just said and hope She really didn't mean it but with that look in Her eyes my heart begins to pound again. She continues, "Don't you want to go shopping with Mommy for some new outfits Patti? A sissy girl like you really needs a whole wardrobe of little girls clothes don't you think?"
Horrified at this remark I again beg and plead with Her to let me out of these clothes, "Oh please Mommy, I promise that I will be a very good boy, I really promise, please can I have my old clothes back, oh Mommy please?" But instead of having any sympathy for me She begins to makes me walk around for Her, commenting on how cute and adorable I am and how I really am a total little sissy. She IGNORES my tears and my pleading to get out of these clothes, as it is so apparent that She is taking great pleasure in punishing and humiliating me this way.
She mockingly shows me how to curtsey and then takes the utmost delight as She makes me curtsey several times for Her until She is satisfied I have done it to Her liking. As I curtsey and hold my short skirt out, my tights covered panties are clearly visible and She makes sure I am aware of it by saying as I curtsey, "Oh you are so cute when you show off your pretty panties…you will have to curtsey just like you have
done now and show off your pretty sissy panties to the sales girls when we go shopping. Oh what a good little girl you are going to be!" Then widely grinning She remarks, "I guess I am just going to have to empty out all your closets and drawers of all of your old boy clothes to make room for your new wardrobe…and we will have to get you a wardrobe that all the other little girls in the neighborhood and at school will just be so jealous of!"
Peter's Punishment, Part 6
Wanting to try and end the humiliation of the curtseys and Mommy's teasing I try to sit down on the couch. But angrily She quickly grabs me by the arm and scolds, "I didn't say you could sit down, did I? Now you will not sit down until I say you can do you understand me." I meekly nod my head as I stand in front of Her. She coldly looks at me and says, "Ok now my little sissy can sit down." Using anything I can do to lessen my extreme torment I quickly sit down on the couch. But as I do I have unknowingly made Mommy very angry again as She sternly says, "Now when a little sissy girl like you sits down she will properly fold her skirt under her with her hands so it doesn't get wrinkled ..do you understand?" With that remark She makes me stand up and keenly watches as I, in total humiliation, gently fold my skirt under mewith both hands.
She makes me do this utterly humiliating action several times until She is also satisfied with this. Each time She makes me sit I carefully try to fold the short skirt under me and I can feel the shortness of it and then the strange feeling of my hands against the back of the my tights clad thighs. As I sit on the couch with fresh tears running down my cheeks Mommy just stares at me. I try not to look at Her in my humiliated state. Finally She coldly says, "Now this is what we have do to bad little sissies like you! I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner!"
As I sit on the couch I look down at my little legs and realize they really do look exactly like a little girls legs clad in tights, lace anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. I look down and see that in my sitting position the little pink skirt I am wearing barely even covers my crotch and I can even see a little bit of my lace trimmed panty through my tights. As I try to gently tug my skirt down Mommy snaps, "Patti you leave your skirt alone now – I don't want it ruined!"
I sit frozen and for a few moments Mommy looks deep in thought. I start to think that maybe She going to let my torment end and is ready to let me change out of these clothes and all that talk about cleaning out my closets and taking me shopping was just Her teasing me. In fact I quickly glance at Mommy's face and Her expression looks like it has softened. Thinking that now is my chance I am about to ask Her again if I can get out of these clothes when suddenly She looks up a me and with a little smile on Her lips says, "I have an idea for some fun." I am really nervous about the way She said 'fun' and the cold look in Her eyes.
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