Dear Miss MacDonald,

My dear wife and I are so happy you're back and feeling better. I couldn’t believe that other people had some of the same experiences as myself when I was a young boy.  Below is my factual story.

My father was killed in a car accident after I was born. My mother raised a daughter, who was two years older than me, and then myself. We lived in a small house in a town with only a couple thousand people, in the center of the United States.  My mother worked as a accountant for a large construction firm.

When I was twelve, my fourteen year old sister would take care of me after school.  As my sister grew older she found better things to do with her friends after school, so I would be home alone at these times.  I found out how much fun it was to play dress-up with my mother's and sister's lingerie.  I would be left in the house alone, I was trying on their corsets, bras and panties.  About this time in my life I was starting to have wet dreams and discovering the joy of masturbation.  I wore boy’s pajamas to bed, and the next morning a couple times a week they would be stained.  I would throw them in Mom's wash basket and get a new pair the next night.

This went on for about six months, and one day, when I thought no one was home I dressed in my mom's corset, and was in the process of hooking up the four suspenders to the nylons when something made me turn around. There was Mom and my sister standing in the doorway. My sister was trying to quietly laugh, but my mom wasn’t even smiling.

My mother said that she knew for some time what I was doing, as I wasn’t folding her clothes the same as she did.  Mom told my sister to go into her bedroom and fetch the shortie pink nightie that she used to wear to bed. As my sister left the room Mom told me to get her things off this instant. While I was getting the corset and nylons rolled down mom came over to the bed and picked up my boys' clothes and left the room with them.

Just as I was naked and wondering what to do next, Mom and sister  came in the room and Mom threw my sister's pink ruffled shortie nightie to me, and told me that this was what I was sleeping in for a while - since I liked these things so much.  It landed on my bed like a soft pink cloud. Just as I pulled it over my head Mom grabbed me by the ear, and down the hall we went to her bedroom, with me bent over trying to keep up with her. I didn’t have any underpants on under the nightie, and I hadn't been given the chance to put on the frilly pink panties that came with the nightie, and so I was trying to cover myself, and trying to ease the pressure of Mom's grip on my ear.

My sister was following behind, giggling and laughing at my exposed bottom, and telling me "I was going to get what I needed".  Mom sat down at her make-up table chair and, before I knew it, I was over her one knee and her other leg was over my legs pinning them down.  Mom grabbed her wooden hair brush and on my bare bottom proceeded to give me ten spanks on one cheek and then ten on the other cheek. I can still remember how they stung.

Mom kept me over her lap for a couple of minutes and I was in tears. Then I had to stand in the corner in just my sister's ruffled nightie while my gloating sister made sure she gave my bottom a pinch every time she walked past. She told me that that was what boys did to girls.
Mom removed me from my corner time, and told me to put on a pair of white nylon girls' panties that she handed to me. They were about one size too small and had a very high waist band that came above my belly button.  The elastic leg bands were very wide and snug.  I was then sent to bed that afternoon and night with the door left open. The next morning Mom came in and told me to get out of bed and asked "if I made any messes in my panties". My face turn red and said "No" . Mom said I had better not, as I was washing them out in the bathroom sink myself if I did.

Then Mom told me to take my nightie and panties off and hang them on the old hat stand she had moved into my bedroom. The nightie was to be hung on a hanger on the top hook, and the panties clipped to the bottom of another hanger and hung on the bottom hook for all to see when they looked into my room. If I didn’t have them this way every morning, I would get another spanking…which my sister might give me next time if Mom was at work.

My sister worked hard to catch that mistake and did a couple of times.  Fortunately, Mom forbad my sister to ever spank me on my bare bottom.  However my sister did put me over her lap and spank me on the seat of my panties, and she made me thank her afterwards for disciplining me. My mom didn’t like her to do that,  but allowed it. While I was in school my mother had the next door neighbor man come over and remove my bedroom door, and it was never put on again. The rest room door was also to remain open when I used it. This was so they could keep a motherly eye on me. I never saw my mom or sister without them being fully dressed.

Mom threw away all my boys' briefs and replaced them with more high waisted  panties in a light blue color. This forced me keep my shirt tucked in at school. I could only wear the white panties to bed. The reason for this is a "accident"  in them would show easily, especially when they were hanging up in my bedroom. My mom strictly forbade me from playing with myself while in my ruffled nightie and panties, but about once a month I would have a wet dream. My sister would tease me when I was in the bathroom washing them out with soap those mornings.

Having to wear high-waisted panties, I also learned to sit when I went to the bathroom, like the rest of the females in the house and at school.  I remember when my sister had slumber parties when I was in bed. I would have the covers up to my chin to hide my pink nightie as they were quite free to walk by my room and look in at me. One of those mornings after a slumber party I didn’t hang my "things" up on the coat stand because all the girls were going past my room and that evening received my first discipline by my sister’s hand.

Even today thirty years later I do most of the house work for my wife and hold females to a higher order. This experience has taught me to be respectful of all women, and to be grateful and be of service to them. My sister came to visit my wife and me over the holidays. At the evening meals without thinking, I was returning to the kitchen to refill their wine and water glasses. My sister remarked that giving me all those pink bottoms when I was younger was a very good thing.  My sister and wife just smiled at each other, while I blushed and ran another errand to the kitchen.
My best wishes to you and your staff,

'Jessica'

It sounds like a fairly strict regime that your mother and sister imposed, but I am very happy to hear that it left you with a lasting admiration for women and girls, and that you are obviously an ideal husband. You must have endured a lot of teasing from your sister's friends. Thank you for writing such an interesting memory of petticoat discipline.
Susan