Chapter 6
I tried my best to protest for the next hour or so, telling them that I could not just drop everything and stay with Val, but it seems that they had it all planned at my expense.
Mum had opened my computer files and found my diary, then contacted everyone telling them I was actually going into hospital for a little op, therefore I would be out of action until after I recovered, and she said they were all very understanding customers.
I then tried to say that I needed to go home to get some clothes if I had to work here, I needed something suitable to wear, but they would have none of it, not trusting that I would come back.
“There is no need for that my little one” said Aunty Val, “I have all the clothing here that you will be needing for the whole of the summer”.
“Why did you go and buy things for me” I replied thinking that Val had been shopping for things for me to wear.
“I did not have to buy a single item of clothing” she replied, “You liked all of my lingerie when you where growing up and my daughter left plenty of clothes to last for months”.
“But she only used to wear really girly and cutesy stuff” I replied getting frustrated.
“Exactly” said mum, “Aunty Val will have a new daughter for the summer and I will have a cute little niece whenever I decide to come and visit”.
“But you can’t” I protested, “I can’t wear all that stuff for the summer”.
“Yes we can and yes you will” replied mum, “Val has been waiting for a long time to get her hands on her little panty thief and I approve, or the pics I have been taking will show everyone what you are really like at home”.
I now realised just how serious they were about this and to what lengths they had gone to, to make it happen. I had been backed into a corner that I was not going to get out of.
“Well I have to be going but I will come and visit soon” said my mum, kissing me on the head while I sat there on the potty. She gave aunty a kiss and then turned and left us alone.
“So then my naughty little one” said Val, “We will have so much fun together, but first we need to get a few rules in place”.
“Yes Aunty Val” I replied knowing I had little choice in the matter; I was still not totally sure where her house actually was so it would be hard to get away.
“Well the first rule is simple” she said, “Aunty Val is always correct”.
“Second rule” she then said, “You will wear whatever Aunty decides, no arguing”.
I did not really like the idea of that one, but figured for now I would just have to accept it.
“Number 3” she said, “you might not like this one, but it is important”.
“You will be punished for any disobedience, talking back or arguing with me or any grown up”.
Now I half expected something like this, but the concerning part was the bit she added about “any” grown ups! Did this mean she was actually going to let others see me dressed up all girly?
“But you can’t let others see me all dressed up” I cried out.
She suddenly slapped me across my cheek,
“Naughty girl” she cried out, “Disobeying me already, well that earns you a punishment”.
“You will learn my rules and accept them or you will learn the hard way” she said in a firmer, angrier tone that shocked me, I had not seen her like this.
“You really angered me when I lived next to you” she said, “You went through my private things, my delicate lingerie and clothes”.
“Yes little one, I know what you used to get up to and it disappointed and angered me”.
I never stopped to think what I was doing back then, it all seemed like harmless fun, but now it was coming back to bite me and it was going to be quite some experience and lifestyle change by the looks of things.
“Now then, it is time for your first punishment” she said, “But we will take it easy this time, you will have to get used to them”.
She helped me up from the potty and removed the now soaked pull up; dropping it in a bucket she had retrieved. Then she led me over to the bed, having me lay down on it once she placed a large plastic mat over it.
“The mat has several uses as you will find out” she said, “But so now it will protect the bed covers”.
I felt somewhat vulnerable laying there and was surprised when aunty leaned over me and pushed a dummy in my mouth, strapping it around my head and locking it.
As soon as her hand started to smack my bare bottom I started to whimper and then cry, now making me understand why the dummy went in. I was crying out from behind the dummy as the smacks from her hands rained down on not only my bottom, but the backs of my thighs as well, actually stinging even more.
She eventually stopped and I think actually felt a little bit guilty, as she sat next to me on the bed and held me close, trying to calm me down.
“I am sorry for that little one” she said, “But that was due to all the frustration built up over the years”.
“I thowy” I managed to mumble out from behind my dummy, “It woth nawty off me”.
“I am so proud of you for saying that” she said kissing the back of my head, “Now stay still and I will get so cream for that bottom of yours”.