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Julia Gets Spanked

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This story concerns the spanking of my wife Julia and is a true account as best as I can remember. Julia is in her mid 30's, with long brown hair and stands 5ft 5ins tall in her bare feet. We have been married for 15 years and she has been subject to discipline for most of those years. Anyway, about Julia's latest misadventure! Julia had been repeatedly naughty over the course of a week so I informed her that Saturday night was payback time! I am a firm believer in women being as feminine as possible and that the spanking...

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Julia Gets the Strap

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Julia and Alex had breakfast the next morning in their room. Afterwards Julia dressed for a day's shopping in the nearest town - Alex idea. Because the weather was warm she decided to wear a long blue floral print dress which had a fitted bodice and flared skirt and which buttoned all the way up the front. Underneath she wore a pale blue bra and matching g-string panties and a pair of black hold-up stockings with lacy tops. On her feet she wore white sandals with three inch heels. Her slip was a very long, pale blue half slip with...

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Ivan Learns a Lesson

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Chapter 1 – Early Days Miss Penelope Davis was one of the English teachers at my old school. She was around 20 to 25 years my senior and possessed an apparently straight-laced disposition, as did most of the lady teachers. She was a strict disciplinarian with a stentorian voice that penetrated walls with ease. A tongue lashing from PD was a humbling experience and yet I sensed warmth and emotion in her character that made me want to connect with her in a deeper, more personal way. Miss Davis dressed soberly, usually in a two-piece skirt and jacket or otherwise in a...

Hotel Paradise

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'So there we have it,' said the manager of the Hotel Paradise. 'Your son has admitted the theft and Mrs Crenlee told us all when she caught the boy in her room she wants justice. I have no choice but to call the police.' To the horror of the three people sat opposite him the man reached for the phone on his desk and started to dial. 'No, wait,' said Jon Owens, getting to his feet. 'Surely we can work something out. We can talk to Mrs Crenlee about compensation.' The manager stopped dialing and looked at the worried man...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 1

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It was late spring in the year of 1958, and the weather in the Midwest was unseasonably cool. This was particularly true in St. Louis, Missouri. Thus, the two women waiting at the passenger terminal at Lambert Airport had been obliged to wear light jackets when venturing from home. The two women varied widely in age, yet there was a definite similarity in their appearances that spoke mute testimony to their being related. And indeed they were. The tall, statuesque, gray-haired elderly woman was Agatha Etheridge, wife of the late, renowned chemist, Dr. Percival Etheridge, and now the sixty-four-year-old...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 2

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He heard a voice calling him...calling him from somewhere...urging him awake... "Frank...Frank...are you awake?" The soft voice of his mother, Martha, brought Frank from the land of Nod. He opened his eyes. His mother, dressed in a lavender silk dressing gown, was bending over him. "I am now, Mother," he replied, humorously. His mother smiled at him. "I'm sorry to awaken you, sleepy-head," she teased him, gently. "But it's already past nine o'clock in the morning. Breakfast is still warm, but it won't be much longer." "Nine o'clock...that late?" He glanced at his alarm clock on his bedside table. It...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 3

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It was the midnight hour at the Etheridge home. Frank Etheridge rose from his bed as the grandfather clock in the hall tolled midnight. He threw on a robe, and left his room. He walked down the hall. He stopped at his mother's bedroom door. His hand found the knob. He turned it. The door eased open on well-oiled springs. Frank walked into his mother's bedroom. It was dark, with only the glow of a night light illuminating the room. The glow was sufficient, however, to reveal his mother's bed, and his mother's still form on the bed, deep in...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 4

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CHAPTER FOUR: GODMOTHER'S GARTER GIRDLE... Later, much later, in the evening, Frank was strolling through the living room and patio of the residence of Mrs. Stella Walters, sipping a bourbon and branch water, mingling with the other guests of the informal cocktail party. It had proven to be quite an impromptu homecoming affair for Frank. He had renewed acquaintances with a large number of people from his past, including old school chums and friends and professional colleagues of his late father and grandfather. One acquaintance had proved quite interesting; his sister, Lori, had introduced him to her girlfriend, Mona Walters,...

Great Aunt Vera Teaches the Ins and Outs of her Underwear – The Girdle

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It was with a great sense of anticipation that I called round at my great aunt Vera’s house for my third underwear lesson. Each time I thought about the last two times, my heart started pounding, remembering the sensation of wearing my aunt’s panties, sucking on her tits, feeling her moist cunt and being wanked to a massive ejaculation of sperm. My biggest concern was whether I could stop myself from cumming in my underpants. I knocked on the door and Aunt Vera opened it. As before, she was wearing a robe but I noticed at once that her legs...

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Grandma’s Little Girl

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I remember growing up in the 60's and how my grandmother wore those open bottomed girdles. She was a German woman who came alone to American as a young girl. She loved fine clothing and wore the best dresses, skirts and blouses; and of course, lingerie was always part of that. She was very open and a bit of a nudist too. I stayed with her many weekends after my grandfather passed away. She wore those girdles, like I said. I loved them, although she didn't wear the full ones that had the bra, only the shorter ones. Many times,...

Forced to Serve at my Aunt’s Tea Party

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When I was 12 years old, my parents went on a two week vacation and sent me to my Aunt's house to stay with her while they were gone. My Aunt Shirley was my mother's older sister. She was about 50 years old at the time. And she was a very imposing woman. She had large breasts, large hips and thighs, and a small waist that was often wrapped with a belt. She was a very strict woman and she informed me upon my arrival that if she was to be responsible for me, then I would not be allowed...

First Time Dressing in Mom’s Undies

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I still remember the first time I started wearing my moms undies. I was about 7-8 when I was going through her dresser and found her underwear. She had one drawer just full of girdles and one drawer full of bras. I took out a girdle and the feel and the smell I just know I had to try it on. But it was to big for me. But I always remembered that feeling and smell. When I was about 12/13 I was in the bathroom and on the floor was one of her girdles I picked it up and...

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Dressed By My Sister

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By Bra Guy This is a true story that set my life for good in dressing in soft silky lingerie. This happened about forty+ years ago. My dad traveled for work a lot. I was mainly brought up by my mom and older sister. My sister was four years older than me, she (I would love to tell her) is the reason for this story. Also I should add her best friend and next door neighbor. I can always remember helping my mother take the laundry from the dryer and help her fold them. ...

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Caught in Auntie’s Panties

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Bob stood in the shower and re-positioned the head of the hand-held shower he was installing. "How's that?" he asked. "A little higher, I think," Aunt Joy said. "Remember I'm taller than you are," she teased. "Only by an inch," Bob grumbled, not looking at her. "Sometimes a single inch can make all the difference." Bob looked at his aunt who smiled smugly back at him. Shetossed her curly red hair. Her blue eyes, like the teal blue of a stormy sky, sparkled as they always did when she teased him. "What kind...

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Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 02

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I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this.........AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!' The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath the apron was a set of clean sheets. I balked at the idea of wearing the apron...

Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 03

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After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin classic-style, pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious. My buttocks still stung a little and the cold vinyl of the dinning room chair against my buttocks did nothing to ease the pain. Aunty said very little during the meal and when we had finished...

Auntie Alice 4

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Something was up; Alice had insisted that I come straight home after I finished up at Rick and Caroline's. I came back to the house to find Alice getting ready to go out for the evening. She sat at her make up table applying the final touches of cosmetics. She wore a light cotton housecoat over her lingerie, I could plainly see down the open front that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had on a pair of powder pink high cut bikini panties, a lacy pink garter belt clipped into beige stockings. On the bed lay a stretch slipdress;...

Aunt Betty

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By BOB Sitting in my aunt's living room I patently watch TV. I was waiting for my Aunt Betty to come home from work. Aunt Betty was my mom's oldest sister. Aunty and her husband Uncle Cam lived in a lower one-bedroom apartment. They never had any children, but you could tell that they both loved kids. Uncle Cam would always walk me up to the corner store when I came to visit. He'd buy me candy, comic books and any junk food I wanted. His specialty was to buy a brick of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of...

Aunt Carmen’s Scented Panties

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My Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys' wet dreams are made of. She'd been widowed for several years by then. While she'd been married she'd been rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single again she ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and miniskirts, which made her look irresistible even though she was well past forty. Gone were the "sensible" flats in favor of tall stiletto heels. No more erotic woman ever lived! To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of endless gossip. They never seemed to tire of speculating who...

Aunt Dorothy

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As a teenager I would fantasise over my Aunt Dorothy's mountainous tits - huge melons that jiggled under her jumper as she walked. She was a mature and imposing lady in her late forties, and had a shapely figure, cinched at the waist with wide patent leather belts, which she often wore with flared floral frocks, and taffeta petticoats. And then there were the v-necked sweaters, accentuating her huge, cone-shaped breasts, through which I could occasionally see the circle-stitching of her brassieres. The swish of her petticoats as she walked, and the click of her high- heels never failed to...