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« on: April 20, 2011, 05:56:42 AM »
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It was the first day of the summer holidays and I was looking forward to lazing around for six weeks. Mum had suggested I get a holiday job but so far I had not had any success, there were very few jobs in our town and no one seemed to need any help. Had I known how my summer was to change I would have made more of an effort at finding one.

Both mum and dad worked and as I knew neither would be back before five o’clock I was sitting on the sofa playing with myself. Normally this would be a very secretive thing done only in my bedroom. Mum had caught me once and for a week berated me for the ‘disgusting abuse of my body’ that I was doing; when she decided that a thing was wrong she certainly let you know it. From that time on I took extra care to not let her find out. I even heard her telling our neighbour Cindy Wells, they seemed to share everything including their homes.

I sat there playing with myself, I was using a pair of pretty pink panties given to me by my girlfriend, she had said that I could use them to remind me of her when she wasn’t around. I was already missing her as her parents had taken her with them on a five week trip across Europe.

“So this is what you get up to when your parents are out, David?” I jumped up in surprise covering myself up as Cindy stood there.

“What...?”

“What am I doing here? Well little one your mum asked me to keep an eye on you, with good reason obviously and before you ask she gave me a key so despite the fact that you locked the door I can come and go as I please. Just wait till I tell your mother, she will be so disappointed in you.”

“Please don’t tell her, I’ll do what ever you want.”

“Whatever I want? Are you sure David?” Knowing my mothers likely reaction I did not think that anything Cindy would come up with could be worse.

“Yes.”

She smiled.

“What are you holding?” I looked shocked. “No silly, the other thing.” I sheepishly handed over the panties. “Well these are pretty are they yours, is this what you like to wear?”

“Of course I don’t wear them, my girlfriend gave them to me to remind me of her whilst she is away.”

“If she gave them to you then they must be yours?” Cindy asked.

“Sort of… I suppose.”

“No suppose about it. I wonder what your mummy would say if she knew you had pretty pink panties like these. So pretty and girly.”

“Please don’t tell her.”

“Well join me next door and lock the door after you. If you don’t want mummy to find out what her little one has been up to I shall find something to keep those hands busy.” With that she left and went home, taking the panties with her. I wondered what she had in mind but the alternative of mum finding out had to be worse, didn’t it? I tidied myself away and went next door, entering the kitchen.

“Right, firstly take those trainers off; I don’t want dirt dragged into my house.” When I had done so she continued “right you can dust and vacuum the lounge and dining room for a start.” I must have looked surprised. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you lounge about the place did you?” After a pause she continued “You obviously did. Well there’s housework to be done and if you don’t want to do it you can go home and I’ll speak to your mum when she gets back.”

“I’ll stay.” Reluctant as I was, I was just glad that her daughter, Amy, was away at college. Whilst it was the holidays she was doing a special sport centre management course to help her specialisation in the sports degree she was doing. Amy did not really like me and would get a great kick out of seeing me do the housework.

“Good, you’ll find the vacuum cleaner and dusters in the cupboard in the corner. Get them out and I’ll be back in a minute.” With that she went upstairs and I could hear draws being opened and closed. I found the vacuum cleaner and dusters and got them out as she came down the stairs.

“Here, pop this on to protect your clothes.” I looked in disbelief at the full frilly pinny in pale pink and covered in small red rosebuds.

“Surely you don’t expect me to wear that?”

“How many times do I have to tell you? If I tell you to do something I expect you to do it or leave, I don’t care which but you know the consequences. So which is it to be?” I really didn’t have a choice, so held out my hand. “No dear, I expect co-operation immediately, so as a punishment I want to you to ask to be allowed to wear this pretty frilly and very feminine pinny unless you want a spell across my lap with a hairbrush.” She certainly wanted to embarrass me but I had no illusions about her not being able to carry out her threat to spank me or the pain she would be able to inflict.

“Please Cindy can I wear your pretty pinny?”

“That’s not what you were told to say, try again.”

“Please Cindy can I wear your pretty frilly and very feminine pinny?”

“Of course, little one” she said putting the halter top over my head then turning me round to tie a perfect bow. “There, pretty as a picture.”

“Cindy?”

“Yes dear?”

“Why do you keep calling me little one?”

“Just my little joke, you remember what you were playing with when I caught you?” I started to blush then got indignant when I realised what she was implying.

“It’s not that small!”

“Well as long as it keeps you and your girlfriend happy it’s big enough I suppose. Now you’ve got work to do, off you go and start dusting the lounge.” I left and went to the lounge where Cindy directed me towards a unit with shelves displaying her ornaments and told me to start there, before returning to the kitchen. Whilst not used to such work I still got on with it despite being worried with some of the more intricate items of Cindy’s. After about five minutes Cindy returned with a cup of coffee and she settled down and watched me dusting. When I had finished the shelves Cindy inspected the work and had me re-do a couple of items and I thought she was satisfied. Then she checked the top of the unit which being above eye level I had not done and from the amount of dust that came down neither had she for some time. Before I could stop her she started brushing some dust, that had come down, out of my hair then said “wait here a minute” and disappeared of upstairs. She returned moments later carrying a piece of material. “Here this will stop your hair getting dirty.” To my horror I saw the material was actually a headscarf in pink with roses as a border all round.

“I can’t wear that.”

“Why not?”

“Well it’s so feminine, haven’t you got a plainer one?”

She laughed “you stand there in a frilly pink pinny covered in flowers and complain that this scarf’s too feminine.” Ignoring my protests she folded it in half, placed it on my head and tied it at the back of my neck. “Very sweet, and it goes so well with the pinny that you’ve got on.”


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« Reply #1 on: April 21, 2011, 10:29:40 AM »
Chapter 2

The rest of the morning I spent hoovering the lounge and dining room. When I had finished Cindy said I was time for lunch, making it very clear that I was eating with her. Together we got and ate lunch but I was left to sort it out afterwards and do all the washing and wiping up.

By three o’clock I finished both rooms and was hoping to sit down for a bit but Cindy had other ideas. “A woman’s work is never done, I really need the kitchen tidied up and all the worktops cleaned, so off you go.” She followed me in to the kitchen and showed me where the cleaning items were stored and then supervised as I cleaned all the work surfaces and then mopped the floor. Finally she seemed satisfied and as it was getting towards half past four Cindy finally decided I could go home.

“Well your mum will be home in less than half an hour so you better get off, you probably need a shower.”

“Yes Cindy.” I went to remove the scarf when Cindy stopped me.

“What are you doing.”

“Removing your scarf and pinny.”

“Do it when you get home, then you’ll have them ready to wear tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Of course. You didn’t think it was just for today did you? I see from the look on your face you did. Well I know boys like you, if you’re not back here you’ll just end up playing with yourself the minute your parents have gone to work. I expect you back here at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning, wearing your pinny and headscarf, understood?”

“Yes, Cindy.”

“Well you had better get going, your mum could be home any minute now. Of course you could wait and let her see you in your pretty things.” She laughed when she saw the look on my face. I rushed out and got in just a couple of minutes before mum and hid the pinny and headscarf in my bedroom. She asked about my day, I didn’t have the courage to tell her really happened and managed to answer with vague comments. Mum didn’t seem to notice, it seems she had had a hard day herself.



The next morning I got up, dressed and went down for breakfast. My parents were obviously surprised at my being up before they left but fortunately did not ask any awkward questions. No sooner had my parents left than the phone rang. I answered it to find Cindy on the other end.

“Morning little one” she said “I will expect you here in the next five minutes. Make sure your wearing your pretty pinny and scarf before you leave and use the front door. I shall be watching so make sure you walk, don’t run, it’s not ladylike.” Before I could reply she had put the phone down. I was somewhat concerned as both our drives were quite long and easily visible from the road, the thought of being seen was bad but the consequences of what Cindy could do were worse. Reluctantly I donned the pinny and scarf and ventured out. The short trip was nerve wracking but only one car went passed and they did not seem to notice. I knocked on the door. After what seemed like ages but was probably less than a minute, Cindy finally opened the door. However she did not let me in straight away.

”Be a dear and go and get the post for me” she smiled. She obviously wanted me to be seen by someone as her mail box was at the other end of the drive. As I got to it I heard a giggle. Turning round I saw two girls of about nine year’s old coming along the road towards me.

“Nice outfit” laughed one.

“For a sissy” said the other sending them both off in fits of laughter. I knew Cindy was watching so did not dare to say or do anything except walk back to house, despite my body screaming at me to run. When I got back Cindy let me in with a smile but indicating that I should remove my trainers first.

“They seemed like nice girls” she commented “perhaps I should invite them in. Would you like that? I bet they would.”

“No please don’t” I pleaded.

“Alright don’t panic, they’ve gone now anyway. Still as you’re here you might as well get started with your housework. Today is laundry day; I’ve sorted it all out so let’s get the first load on.” We went to her laundry room and as she had said there were a number of discreet piles. Before I could put the first load in Cindy insisted on explaining the reasons for the different piles and then had me repeat it back to her to make sure I had been listening.

“Why do I need to know all this?” I finally got to ask.

“Because it wouldn’t hurt you once in a while to help your mother out. She goes out to work while you laze around and expect her to run around after you when she gets home. It hardly fair is it?”

“Well..”

“Well nothing, of course it isn’t.” There didn’t seem to be much I could say so I loaded the first lot of clothes in to the washing machine. As I switched it on the front doorbell rang. I stood there frozen.

“Well go and answer it then” said Cindy.

“Dressed like this?”

“Of course, now hurry up” she smiled. The bell rang again. Nervously I went and answered it. To my shock there was Amy, Cindy’s daughter.


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« Reply #2 on: April 22, 2011, 08:01:03 AM »
Chapter 3
She took one look at me and began to laugh saying
“My David don’t you look sweet.” Before she could continue Cindy arrived in the hall.
“Hello dear, I didn’t think you were coming home this week.”
“I wasn’t going to but the washing machine at our digs has broken down and I need some washing done. I’m glad I did, I wouldn’t have missed seeing David in such an girly outfit for anything.” She laughed again when she saw me blushing.
“Well you have chosen the right time, David’s just started the washing, just leave it in the kitchen and he’ll sort it out.” This started Amy giggling again.
“He certainly is dressed for the part - really cute.”
“Then put the kettle on David, I’m sure Amy would like a drink.”
“Yes please” said Amy.
As I left for the kitchen I heard Amy go upstairs and then return to the kitchen with a carrier bag, taking two more from her rucksack, filled with her dirty washing. She took a look at her mums’ underwear on the draining board.
“Are you washing the undies by hand?”
“Yes” I answered, “your mum insisted.”
“Of course, she would, they are so much nicer when washed by hand. Here’s all my washing.” Amy dumped all three bags on floor. “Bring the coffee through when you’ve made it.” With that she left and joined her mother in the lounge.
I took their drinks into them on a tray with some biscuits Cindy had got out. No sooner had I put the tray down when Cindy said
“Thank you, now I suggest you sort out Amy’s washing and then start hand-washing the undies.” It seemed I was not going to get to sit down for a drink. I left, returned to the kitchen as Amy and Cindy started to chat, from the laughter I assumed some of it was about me. I sorted Amy’s washing out, it seemed to consist of a large part as underwear, and started the hand-washing. I was about halfway through when Amy and Cindy returned carrying a tray.
“I’m glad you’re here Amy as I need a few things from the local shops. You can keep David company.” Although the way she said it, it was a more like Amy would be there to keep an eye on me.
 “Perhaps David would like to help you with the shopping, I’m sure the neighbours would like to see what he’s wearing these days” laughed Amy. “Would you like to go David?”
“No thank you.”
“Just as well” said Cindy “he has still got a lot of washing to get through.” She got her shopping bags and left. I hoped Amy would leave, but it was not to be.
“So David which pair of frilly undies is yours then?”
“They belong to my girlfriend, she only lent them to me.”
“I bet she knows you like to wear them.”
“I don’t” I snapped.
“Don’t take that tone with me” replied Amy spinning me round and pinning me up against the cupboard. I bet you are still the sissy I used to beat at everything.” She laughed as I struggled to push her off. “Just as I thought, now show me which pair of undies are your panties.” I picked up the pair Jane had given me.
“Aren’t they pretty, pink lacy panties just right for a sissy like you?” She cut me off as I started to protest. “You are a sissy otherwise you wouldn’t be wearing a pinny and a headscarf like you are.” She smiled “in fact David is much too masculine and name for pinny wearing sissy, I think I’ll call you ‘Pinnykins’ that’s much more suitable.”
“No way” I argued. Before I knew what was happening she had bent me over the table with both arms twisted up my back painfully. “You seem to forget that I could always beat you up and after two years studying physical education at university you don’t stand a chance. So are you going to accept your new name Pinnykins?” I said nothing and trying to ignore the pain and to stifle back the tears. “So sissy’s trying to be tough eh? See if you like this.” With a further twist I thought my arms would break and let out a yelp. “What’s your name sissy?” she asked
“Pinnykins” I said with the tears running down my cheeks.
“That’s better.” She released me and turned me back to face her. “Ah, poor Pinnykins is crying, don’t move.” With that she dashed upstairs as I stood there massaging my sore arms. “Here you are Pinnykins dry your tears.” I looked in surprise at the box she held out, in it were three small dainty hankies each with embroidered rose in one corner and edged all round with an inch of white lace.
“But they are…”
“Yours” interrupted Amy “they are far too dainty and frilly for me and really suit a sissy like you. So who’s are they?”
“Mine” I said knowing the painful alternative.
“Almost, first you have to plead with me to be allowed such girly hankies and say how suitable they are for a sissy like you. Well go on then.”
“Please Amy don’t make me do this.”
“Come along unless you want me to spank you.” I knew she could and if I refused she would.
“Please can I have those pretty lace trimmed hankies with the pretty flowers on them, pretty please? I know they’re very girly but they would suit a sissy like me.” I couldn’t help but start crying again with humiliation at what she had made me say.
“All right then, seeing as you begged so nicely just as a sissy should.” Amy then took all three from the box, handed one to me placing the other two in each of the pockets of the pinny. She laughed as I used it to dry my tears. “Well Pinnykins what do you say?”
“What do you mean?”
“Good little sissies say thank you when they get presents.”
“Thank you for the hankies, Amy.”
“I’m sure you can do better than that, I want to hear you say again how pretty and appropriate there are for sissy like you.” Although she was smiling it was obvious that she was daring me to refuse.
“Thank you for my pretty feminine hankies with their lace and roses, they’re just right for a sissy like me.” At that Amy burst out laughing.
“You really are pathetic, a right sissy cry baby. Still you had better get on with the washing.” As the first load had finished I took it out and hung it up and returned to the kitchen to continue the hand-washing. Amy had gone back to the lounge.
A short while later I heard a key in the lock and Cindy returned and came into the kitchen dumping down her shopping bags.
 “Put the stuff away David and bring me a cup of tea.”
“Me to” called Amy from a lounge. I put the kettle on and prepared two cups on a tray, I knew there would not be time for me to stop. I had just finished the hand-washing when the kettle boiled, so I made the tea took it in to them.

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« Reply #3 on: April 23, 2011, 06:13:19 AM »
Chapter 4

 “Thank you David, How’s the washing going?” asked Cindy. Before I could answer Amy said

“It’s not David any more, we decided Pinnykins was a more suitable name.”

“Pinnykins? Is that right?” Cindy asked me.

“Yes Cindy” I answered.

“Amy is right it is appropriate. And where did she get those pretty hankies from?”

“Amy gave them to me.”

“Only after he asked if he could have them and said how pretty they were and suitable for a sissy like her. Didn’t you Pinnykins?” laughed Amy.

“Yes Amy.”

“I hope you thanked her for such pretty hankies.”

”Yes.”

“But where did you get them from Amy?”

“I’ve had them ages, there were a present for aunty Joy, but they’re too lacy and dainty for me. Really only suitable for girly girls like Pinnykins.” Before I could object Cindy said

“Anyway, what about the washing?”

“I’ve just finished washing the underwear and a second machine load has just about done, then there’s just one more load to go on.”

“Fine, off you go then and hang it all up.” By the time it was all on the line and the last load was washing Cindy decided it was lunch time. Despite Amy’s comments about the maid not eating with them, Cindy allowed me to. Once lunch was completed I set to cleaning up and then hanging up the last load of washing. When it was on the line I checked what I had already hung up. It was a hot and breezy day and all the underwear was already dry so I brought it in and told Cindy it was ready.

“Not quite Pinnykins it will need ironing.”

“You don’t iron underwear” I said.

“You’re right, I don’t, but you do” she smiled. Realising it was pointless to argue I took it upstairs to where the ironing board was and began. Fortunately it went fairly quickly but it was still nearly 4 o’clock when I finished. I went downstairs

“Your underwear is all ironed but I need you to sort out whose is whose.”

“Okay” said Cindy and she and Amy followed me back upstairs. Amy picked up a pink pair

These are yours Pinnykins” handing them to me, they were indeed those from my girlfriend, and knew it was pointless to object to her comment. They sorted through them but when they had finished there were still five very frilly pairs of panties and a lace trimmed half slip left.

“Well those definitely are not mine” said Cindy “I don’t wear ones like those.”

“Well they are too frilly and childish for me they must belong to Pinnykins” smiled Amy.

“But this is the only pair that you brought from my house” I exclaimed holding up my girlfriends knickers, “how can they be mine? They have to be yours.”

“Don’t be silly Pinnykins, mum and I both say they are not ours so they must be yours.” I wanted to argue as I was running out of time as mum will be home soon. Cindy must have seen me looking at the time.

“OK Pinnykins you can go home now, just be back at nine tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t forget your undies Pinnykins” said Amy who then followed me out guiding me to the top of the stairs before disappearing into her room. As I went to go down with what they considered as my underwear Amy came back out holding a three-tiered pink ra-ra skirt.

“If you don’t want everyone to know what a sissy you are make sure you’re wearing a pair of your frilly knickers, your pretty slip and this skirt tomorrow.”

“I can’t wear those.”

“You can and you had better, otherwise I’ll take photos of you and put them on the Web and around the neighbourhood.” She laughed when she read the resignation on my face. So I took the skirt and the underwear, returning home only just in time to avoid being seen by my mum.

“I am glad to see you’re keeping the place tidy, last time we left you alone it was a real tip” said mum. I just smiled, I hadn’t been in enough to make it a mess.

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« Reply #4 on: April 25, 2011, 06:26:36 AM »
Chapter 5

The following morning I got up and reluctantly selected a pair of knickers that I was sure were Amy’s, given to me to humiliate me more. The put on my jeans as per normal for breakfast, I think my parents would have a fit if they saw me in a skirt. Dad finally left and mum shortly afterwards giving me just enough time to change into the skirt and slip as well as the pinny and headscarf. As I was leaving my bedroom I heard the front door opening

“It’s only me” called a mum “I forgot a couple of things. Do think you could bring down my glasses case from my bedroom?” I couldn’t let her see me like this, so quietly crept into the bathroom, closing the door before calling

“Sorry mum I’m on the toilet.”

“OK don’t bother.” I heard her dash upstairs and into her room. As she left she said “be good.” and was gone. I checked from a bedroom window to make sure that she had left this time, it was far too close for comfort. Another minute and I would have been at the bottom of the stairs and in full view. By this time I knew I would be a few minutes late but walked as instructed earlier in the week otherwise Cindy would just send me back again. I collected a post on the way then rang the bell and Amy answered the door.

“Well Pinnykins I see you decided to wear your pretty skirt, but you should have shaved your legs, I can do it for you if you want.”

“No thank-you” I answered. I liked wearing shorts and in the summer shaved legs would certainly draw rude comments.

“Okay but show me what pretty undies you’re wearing” insisted Amy. I lifted the skirt to display the slip causing Amy to giggle.

“And now the knickers Pinnykins.” I obliged causing further laughter from Amy and Cindy who had just joined us. “What pretty frilly yellow knickers, so lacy and girly just like you and despite what you said yesterday, they must be yours or you wouldn’t be wearing them.” I wanted to disagree but having been through the argument unsuccessfully yesterday it not seem to be much point.

“Right Pinnykins I have sorted out the ironing into two lots. Do the lot on the left first as that’s Amy’s, she’s going back to college this afternoon so needs them done before lunch, then start the rest” said Cindy. I was relieved that Amy was going but was sure that she would spend most of the time before trying to embarrass or humiliate me.

“Before she goes doesn’t Pinnykins look pretty in her skirt mum?”

“Very cute, but isn’t that your skirt Amy?”

“It was but it is so girly I thought it would be better on Pinnykins and I see I’m right.”

“Maybe but let her get on with the ironing now, off you go Pinnykins.” As I left I couldn’t help noticing, though I could not remember when it had started, now both of them referred to me as ‘her’ and ‘she’. Dressed as I was it was difficult to argue. I had almost finished Amy’s ironing when she popped into the room, as I looked up to see who was there, there was a flash and I could see Amy had a camera.

“You said if I wore these clothes you wouldn’t take photos of me” I said indignantly.

“No I said I wouldn’t post them on the Web or around the neighbourhood and I won’t but there’s no way I’m going to miss the chance of taking such cute pictures of a sissy like you my friends at college will love to see sissy in his frillies.” She spent the next 10 minutes having me pose to display my skirt, slip and knickers and finally seemed satisfied saying “Thanks, sissy, whenever I need anything from you I wont have me to beat you up again just threaten to publish and post these.” She left laughing, I was in no doubt that she might use the threat.

Cindy called me down to start lunch, which we had together. As I was clearing up Amy was getting her stuff together to go back to university, fortunately. She called me upstairs to get her rucksack

“What’s your e-mail address Pinnykins?” she asked.

“I don’t have one, our computer is not linked to the internet.”

“What a shame I was going to send you some sweet projects to carry out.”

“Projects, what sort of projects?” I asked.

“Like sending you out to buy girly things for yourself and getting you to send me photo’s of you wearing them.”

“Well you can’t” I said relieved.

“Maybe not but next time I’m home I’ll expect you to have purchased a lacy pink slip, no girly boy can get by with just one half slip. Better still make a full petticoat instead!”

“I can’t do that.”

“The choice is yours, you know what pictures I have already.”

“When are you coming home next?”

“I don’t know it could be months… or days.” She laughed when she saw my expression. “There is one alternative.”

“Yes?” I said hopefully.

“Next time I come home I’ll take you shopping for it, along with other girly things of course.” My hope dashed, she left laughing, telling me to bring down her rucksack. When I got downstairs Cindy was laughing at some things she was looking at. I looked inquiringly.

“Nothing for you to worry about Pinnykins” said Cindy.

“Well I must be going” said Amy. “It’s been a lot of fun meeting you Pinnykins you make a great sissy maid. The girls and I could make great use of you at university, we could even get you a French maids outfit for you” she laughed. Cindy and I finally saw her off.

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« Reply #5 on: April 27, 2011, 06:27:26 AM »
Chapter 6
“Well you still have my ironing to do I believe” asked Cindy. I replied that I did and went off to do it. When I had finished it, it was about 4 o’clock and Cindy said I could go early today.
“Cindy can I wear jeans tomorrow please?” I asked tentatively.
“Doesn’t Pinnykins like her new skirt?”
“It is pretty but I’m not a girl.”
“Maybe not, alright okay, but you must wear a pair of your pretty knickers, the frillier the better.”
“I’ll bring the skirt with me and Amy can have it back” I offered hopefully.
“No, Amy made it quite clear that that she gave it to you as it’s too girly for her, so you must hang it up in your wardrobe. Now off you go before I find you another job.”
Not wanting to push my luck I left. I was in time to take a shower and dress properly before mum got home and surprised her by having a cup of tea ready for her when she did. That night I went to bed early, whilst working for Cindy was tiring it was triply hard when Amy was teasing and humiliating me. So I woke up refreshed the next day and dressed in jeans over some white knickers with three rows of lace across the bottom, in addition to that around the leg holes. Once mum and dad had left I  put on my pinny and headscarf (my? – oh well) and then walked round to Cindy’s for what I fervently hoped would be the last time.
I spent most of the morning tidying up the lounge and then started on the bedrooms. I had nearly finished when Cindy called me to tell me it was lunchtime. As we ate Cindy said
“Pinnykins I am very pleased with the way have knuckled down to work, I really expected and if I’m honest hoped, to have to put you across my knee more than once. However I expect your hardest task is still to come, this afternoon I am having a visitor and I expect you to serve tea to the two of us.”
“Dressed like this?” I fearfully asked.
“Not exactly I want you to go home and put the slip and skirt back on.”
“Please don’t make me do that it will be far too embarrassing” I pleaded.
“I know but I still expect you to do it. Then when I call I expect you to bring in a tray of tea and biscuits, you might as well get them ready once we have eaten then tidy up the kitchen afterwards. I want all the work surfaces wiped down and then you can go and change and come straight back.” We finished lunch and I was preparing the tray when Cindy said “set three cups Pinnykins, you can have the afternoon off and join us.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to but why start arguing now. Cindy went off to the lounge as I sorted out the kitchen. I returned home and reluctantly removed my jeans and reluctantly dressed in the slip and skirt and went back to Cindy’s and re-checked everything was sorted in the kitchen.
About half past two the front doorbell rang. “I’ll get it” called Cindy, to my relief. I knew I would have to meet whoever it was but postponing it was fine by me. About a quarter of her later Cindy called “Pinnykins can you make the tea please?”
“Yes Cindy.” I re-boiled the kettle, made the tea and placed the teapot on the tray with everything else. As I walked to the lounge I got increasingly nervous but when I opened the door I nearly dropped the tray. There sitting next to Cindy with a big smile on her face was mum.

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« Reply #6 on: April 30, 2011, 06:23:42 AM »
Chapter 7

“Mum, I…”

“Tea first Pinnykins, we’ll talk once we are all sat down.” I put the tray down and poured three cups of tea before sitting myself down. I began to ask a question but was shushed by mum.

“I knew that if I left you to your own devices you would probably play with yourself once my dad and I had left and as it turned out I was right. I also knew you wouldn’t keep the place tidy and wouldn’t do any housework. So I decided that if Cindy could catch you, like she did on Tuesday, I could keep our place tidy and you could learn how to do housework, which from what Cindy says you have.”

“She certainly has” Cindy added “Well haven’t you Pinnykins?”

“I suppose so” I said wishing she would call me David.

“And it was so nice of Cindy to lend you the pinny and headscarf not to mention the pretty skirt and undies Amy gave you. You look even better than in the pictures.” I looked aghast not realising that mum was admitting that the panties and slip had been Amy’s, not that I really had much doubt.

“He hasn’t seen these yet” smiled Cindy handing over an envelope which she passed to me. I opened it and was shocked to see copies of photos Amy had taken of me showing all my underwear.

“How…?”

“Amy’s got a photo station, she plugs her camera into it and she can print them without needing a computer” Cindy explained. “Also Mary, Pinnykins can keep the pinny and headscarf I don’t use them.”

“But surely I won’t need them” I said hopefully.

“Of course you will sweetheart” said mum “from now on your going to be doing all the house work. After all it’s only fair as your dad and I both go out to work and before you say it, yes I do expect you to be properly dressed in a pinny. In fact you will need a couple more as well.”

“I’ll do the housework mum but please don’t make me wear them” I pleaded.

“It’s not up for negotiation and if you don’t stop complaining I’ll take you to get your others dressed as you are with your skirt and pinny on.” I wanted to complain but was scared of the consequences. “But first where did you get such pretty hankies from?” mum said pulling one out of my pinny pockets.

“They were Amy’s, she gave them to me.”

“Only after he asked her for them, even said ‘pretty please’ so Amy said. He said they were so pretty and appropriate for a sissy like him” stated Cindy. Before I could say anything mum smiled saying

“Well Amy is right there but why didn’t you tell me you wanted such pretty girly things. I know what you’re going to get for your birthday and just wait till I tell your Aunty Julie the sort of things you like.”

“Please don’t tell her.”

“Who’s Julie?” asked Cindy.

“She’s my sister and she never liked Pinnykins very much but I’m sure she’ll have fun choosing this years girly birthday present as I will” laughed mum.

“Mum” I pleaded.

“Just be quiet, I’ve made up my mind so there is nothing to discuss. Now about your extra pinny’s.”

“Can I ask, why do I need three pinny’s?”

“Simple, like your grandma used to tell me you need three, one to wear, one in the wash and one ready, that’s why and yes you are going with me to get them.”

“When were you planning on going?” asked Cindy.

“Well either when we leave here or tomorrow morning, why?”

“Well I’d like to come along if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is, you can help choose Pinnykins new pinny’s” answered mum.

 

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