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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.”