Peter's Punishment

[Patti Remick]

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This is an old story that I wrote, and have rewrote several times, and which used to be at Bettys old story site. However, I believe it was never archived here.

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This is a completely fictional story.

Peter's Punishment by Patti Remick

Prologue/Part 1

10 year old peter has been a total little brat again!

Mommy has really had it with me this time. She is going to punish me
and She knows exactly how She will do it!

It all starts as She says to me, "Now I have repeatedly warned you
about this behavior of yours. I am sick and tired of it and now Mommy
is going to punish you real good, you little brat." Mommy then says to
me with a wicked look in Her eyes and a smirk on Her lips, "I have a
punishment for you that will be just perfect…and one you'll never
forget… you bad bad little sissy brat." She continues, "I have wanted
to punish you like this for some time and I have gone out and purchased
exactly what I need for your punishment." It's so obvious that Mommy is
going to ENJOY this!

Nervously, I begin to whine, "Oh please Mommy please don't punish me,
I'll be a good boy…I promise I will be now…pleeeease don't." I continue
to plead with Mommy not to punish me, but She totally ignores me and
has NO SYMPATHY. She thinks to Herself: "What a pathetic little sissy
he really is!"

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Peter's Punishment, Part 2 by Patti Remick



Unknown to me, Mommy had previously gone out shopping and purchased

many items which She knows are just perfect for punishing this bad

little sissy. She grabs me firmly by one wrist, and continuing to

ignore my pleading, She marches me upstairs to my bedroom. As She drags

me into my room I can see several shopping bags are waiting for me on

my bed. She very coldly and sarcastically says to me, 'Do you know what

Mommy has for you…well I just know my little sissy brat will like what

Mommy has got for you.'



With that remark She begins to open one of the bags and says to me, "I

have some new clothes for you that are so very appropriate for the

little sissy brat that you are…do you know what they are?" I quickly

and nervously shake my head 'no' as She says, "They are little GIRLS

clothes…and you will be going to be wearing them for as long as I say

so."



Horrified I quickly begin to cry and whine as I beg Her not to punish

me like this. "Oh please Mommy don't do this…please no…I promise I'll

be good…I didn't mean to be bad…I'm really very sorry ..please don't do

this." But I can see that my whining is irritating Her even more and is

just making Her more determined than ever. She says She knows that I am

really such a little sissy and this is the most appropriate punishment

for me.



"You've been such a bad little sissy brat so I decided that since you

cannot seem to be a good boy we will just have to see if you can be a

good little girl."



I begin to yell, "Nooo…noooo."



But She quickly responds with a stern, "Now shut up and take off all

your clothes right now or else!" I can tell by the tone of Her voice

that She really means it this time. I meekly obey and quickly I am

stripped naked in front of Her. Then with utter delight She begins to

dress me in my punishment clothes.



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Peter's Punishment, Part 3 by Patti Remick

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
little package, which I can see says: LITTLE GIRLS LACE ANKLET SOCKS,
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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Peter's Punishment, Part 4 by Patti Remick

 

As I continue to cry I begin to try again to say to Her that I'm sorry

but before I can say anything, and ignoring my clear distress over the

attire She has put me in, She sarcastically says, "Now Mommy has one

last item of clothes for you to wear…can you guess what it is my little

sissy?"



I am too horrified to say anything but my imagination runs wild as She

reaches into the last shopping bag and begins to take out something

that at first I mistake for a pair of shorts. It is a pink and at first

glance I immediately notice that it is very odd looking for a pair of

shorts. Coldly, Mommy looks at me and says, "Now for the most special

item which matches the rest of your outfit so well and is so perfect

for Mommy's little sissy," and then adding the horrifying word, "for

Mommy's little sissy GIRL."



Even now, wearing the very feminine clothes She has put me in, I gasp

as She holds the garment up and I fully see what She has taken out from

the last bag. It is a short pink pleated skirt and She holds it up in

front of me with a big smile on Her face. The sight of it is so

horrifying that it makes me step back and as I do I have a multitude of

unfamiliar sensations: the panties being held against me by the tights,

the tights on my legs rubbing against themselves, and the tightness of

the straps of the Mary Jane shoes on my feet.



Mommy sees my reaction but She calmly steps up to me and sarcastically

says, "Well what's the matter my little sissy? Now I know my little

sissy girl really wants to put on her pretty little skirt, doesn't

she? doesn't she want to finish getting dressed?" With that remark She

holds the skirt out by its waistband by Her long red nailed fingers and

makes me step into it. She holds it at knee height as I slowly place

each foot into the hideous garment. I am totally horrified as She then

pulls it up around my waist, putting Her hands down the elastic waist

band to adjust it and the bottom of my blouse. She then puts Her hands

up under my skirt, lifting it up to pull down the bottom of my blouse

as it has rode up when She pulled the skirt up my legs.



As Mommy finishes Her adjustments I glance down in total horror to see

that the skirt is so short it barely covers my tights covered panties.

It is much shorter than the skirts the little girls at school wear.

Mommy again steps back to look at me and says in a very mocking tone,

"Oh what a pretty little sissy boy… oops, I mean little girl, you are.

I think you look adorable in your new outfit, don't you?"



With that remark Mommy says something that totally horrifies me even

more as She coldly looks at me and says, "You know something…I am so

glad that all the sales girls at the department stores were so helpful

because I told all of them that I needed these clothes a punishment for

a very bad little sissy boy…And when they heard this they were all just

too happy to help me convert from your old boy sizes to your new girl

sizes…they all thought this punishment was such a wonderful idea…and

those nice girls all did such a great job and it really shows as these

clothes fit you so perfectly. And they all were so nice in helping me

pick out a very nice sissy outfit for you…They all told me to bring you

back so they could all see you in your new outfit and they all said

they were very eager to help me pick out even more sissy little girl

outfits for you. I'm sure you will want me to take you back in your

new clothes so you can thank them all yourself…I think that would just

be so sweet." My heart is pounding and I feel faint as I hear Her

cutting words.



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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!"



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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 me with 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.


Peter's Punishment, Part 7 by Patti Remick

With this remark She says, "I think I will call Cathy and Linda over…I
bet they would really love to see you now!" I am horrified as She
begins to tell me how Her girlfriends always told Her that I was such a
little sissy and should be really be punished just like one. I am in
shock as She coldly says, "I'm so glad I finally listened to them…I'm
calling them right now so they can come over and see that they were
right!" She picks up the telephone and as She begins to dial I realize
that my punishment is not over by any means and, in fact, seems to be
just beginning.

I now become so petrified that I begin to cry hysterically, jumping up
off the couch and standing in front of Her pounding my little feet on
the floor and screaming, "No no no, please Mommy no." But like every
time I have pleaded with Her before She just ignores me.

I just cannot believe She is going to show me off to Her girlfriends
dressed like I am. In my hysterics I fall onto the floor laying there
kicking my legs futilely. I am making such a commotion that Mommy
angrily hangs up the telephone and begins to walk over to where I am
still laying on the floor crying. Suddenly I begin to feel a warm
feeling in my crotch. At first I think its just because I have been
frantically kicking my legs so much, but then I quickly realize to my
absolute horror that in my hysterics I have accidentally wet my
panties. I quickly realize that it is just a small amount, but I
panic in horror and immediately try to hide this but my short little
skirt has rode up and I can see the little wet spot that has seeped
through my panties and has even made a tiny little wet spot on
the crotch area of my tights.

Although it is very small and I thought I hid it I am wrong. Mommy has
also seen it and furiously confronts me, "What did you do?…what did you
do? What was that spot? What are you hiding from me?" Then she utters
those horrific words, "Have you wet your panties?" Still laying on the
floor I try to roll over onto my stomach so as to best attempt to hide
the wet spot, but She grabs me by the arm and rolls me onto my back.
She puts one of Her hands firmly on my chest keeping me from rolling
back over and She quickly pulls up the front of my skirt with Her other
hand to confirm what She suspects. I quickly try to push my legs
together tightly to hide the wet spot but She is now furious and
sternly says, "Spread your legs right now do you hear me...spread
your legs now!"

Horrified at what She will find I try to continue to hold my tights
covered legs tightly together but She is too overpowering as She begins
to push my legs apart first pushing one thigh out and then the other. I
realize it is futile to continue resisting and She continues to push my
little legs out until my legs are well spread, my little skirt pushed
up and my knees bent. "Well oh my, look what we have here," She
sarcastically says as She looks at the little wet spot on my crotch.

As I see the anger in Her eyes I begin to beg and plead with Her, "Oh
Mommy, it was an accident...I'm sorry Mommy." I try to beg Her to let
me go to the bathroom. "Please Mommy I'm sorry…it was an accident
please let me go to the bathroom…please." As I see that She is
continuing to ignore my pleas. I try a ploy that I hope will work and
say to Her, "Oh please Mommy…I think I need to pee some more." Thinking
that She would let me go if She believed that I had to pee more. But I
can tell that there is no way She will listen to me and She totally
ignores me and my plea, that I still need to pee.

"Well what a little sissy BABY we have here!" Now I am reeling from Her
using the word 'baby' but She coldly continues, "our little baby sissy
girl has wet her panties hasn't she?" I futilely shake my head 'no' but
She just holds me and says, "Oh yes you have. Don't you lie to Mommy,
you have wet your panties just like a little sissy baby girl haven't
you, HAVEN'T YOU?" I cannot answer Her as She says to me, "What a
bad girl you are…a very bad little girl."

I just lay there crying and wondering what will happen next. I am to
quickly and horribly find out that Mommy has an additional punishment
for this little sissy baby brat.


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As I lay there crying and whining She angrily grabs me firmly by the

arm and lifts me off the floor. I continue to cry hysterically and can

feel the wet panties against my crotch as She practically drags me back

upstairs. My little legs are doing all they can to keep up with Mommy

who has a firm grip on me and is pulling me along quickly. As She drags

me up the stairs She says, "So you need to pee more?" sarcastically

mimicking my plea. And then very angrily She snarls, "Get upstairs you

bad little baby…what a very bad little sissy baby girl you are…get

upstairs!"



At first I assume She will probably take me back to my bedroom and in a

strange way I feel a sense of relief as I assume She will have to take

me out of these wet panties and will probably undress me to do so.

Maybe, I pray, She will even put me back in my boy clothes too. But I

am discover that I am terribly mistaken as She takes me past my

bedroom, and past the bathroom, to the door at the end of the hallway.

I know that this room had been empty for a long time but in the last

few months Mommy had started to keep the door closed and locked. I have

no idea what is in it, why She has kept it locked, or why She has taken

me here. While still holding me firmly by the arm She reaches into

the pocket of Her jeans and takes out a set of keys. Then She unlocks

the door and I nearly faint - my little tights clad legs feeling weak -

with the sight I am seeing.



She has converted the room into what looks exactly like a baby's

nursery room – in fact from what I can see She has made it into a

little baby GIRLS nursery room. It is painted pink and decorated with

pink and white and I notice right away all the white baby furniture in

it. As I quickly look around in horror I see what definitely is a crib

with tall white metal bars on all sides, a large playpen on the floor

and what appears to look like a baby's changing table with drawers and

large storage compartments underneath it.



I am frozen in the doorway as I look around the room in shock and am

suddenly jolted as She quickly and firmly pulls me into the room. She

then pushes me further into the room and proceeds to quickly lock the

door behind Her with a key. Frantically, I try to run for the door but

I cannot open it as She has locked it securely. I look up at Her as I

struggle with the door but She just smiles at me apparently taking

great pleasure from my predicament. In my frustration I finally just

collapse on the floor at the foot of the door, continuing to cry

hysterically.



Ignoring my crying I can see through my tears that She has walked over

to what appeared to me to be a changing table. Through my tears I look

at it carefully and am horrified. Although it looks a bit large it

definitely IS a changing table just like a baby's changing table. It

has a white padded top with pink edging and I can see what appears to

be several white straps with little pink fasteners at their ends. It

has several drawers and compartments directly under the padded top

although I cannot really see what is it those drawers.



I am startled as Mommy turns around and while standing in front of the

table looks at me and very matter of factually says, "Ok you bad little

sissy baby, lets get you up here so you can 'pee more'."



Her continued sarcasm on the phrase 'pee more' is not lost on me as I

am now realizing my little ploy has totally backfired. Further

horrified at hearing this, I now try to stay were I am near the door. I

look over at Her, my eyes pleading, but She just sarcastically smiles

back at me and with a flattened hand mockingly taps twice on the padded

surface of the table, Her hand motion tauntingly 'calling' me to the

padded table as She says, "Come on now my little sissy baby…I'm

waiting." Completely horrified I continue to stay frozen by the foot of

the door. She again says, "Now come on my little sissy Patti, I want

you to get up here for Mommy right now…like a good little sissy baby."



Horrified by what I see I continue to remain at the foot of the door.

But now Mommy's face turns very stern and She puts Her hand on the top

of the table's padded surface and says, "Now Patti, get up off the

floor and get up here on the changing table right now or else."



As I hear Her use the words CHANGING TABLE I just cannot take it and

begin to have another tantrum but this time Mommy comes right over to

where I am laying and begins to pick me up. Hysterically, I try to

resist but She grabs my arms and practically drags me to the changing

table. I begin to scream and cry as She then grabs me under my arms and

quickly lifts me up…my little lace anklet and Mary Jane shoe encased

feet desperately trying to stay touching the floor. As She holds me up

from under my arms my crotch is clearly visible to Her inspection and

She can now clearly see that I have further wet my panties and tights.

With a disgusted look on Her face She continues to lift my now

hysterical body up and in one swift motion She lifts me up over the

table and lays me down with my back on the padded surface of the

hideous piece of furniture.



I can feel the plastic cover of the table's padded surface and, still

hysterical, I try to get up off of it. But She quickly pushes me back

down onto it on my back, and tells me, "Now don't you move." Before I

can even try to move again She quickly brings one of the white straps

under my arms and across my chest and fastens it to a pink clip on the

other side of the table. She then firmly pulls the strap tight and I

quickly realize I can no longer lift myself off the table or even roll

over. I am still hysterical as She now orders me to pull my skirt up. I

am crying very loudly but She tells me to lie still, shut up, and

do as I am told. Angrily She yells, "Pull the front of your skirt up

right now, and spread your legs do you understand me!" Her now raised

and harsh voice startles me and using both hands I quickly put my skirt

up over my blouse.



Restrained as I am I can no longer even attempt to try and hide my wet

crotch and complying with Her orders I now move my feet apart. Mommy

now looks very closely at my wet panties and tights and again shakes

Her head in disgust. She coldly says, "Well you little sissy, just look

at this…You have had a tantrum and wet your panties just like a little

baby, didn't you?"



Crying loudly all I can say is, "No Mommy no, it was, it was an

accident…I'm sorry…pleeease…." But She just ignores my pleading as She

did before. She then says to me something that totally horrifies me

because I'm not sure what She means but I can clearly tell that She is

seething with anger.



"Well we have something for bad little sissy girls who wet their

panties."





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