Sunday, October 24, 2010
Chapter 6: Freedom…Sort of
“I said all day. It’s only six o’clock.”
I tried to stay up until midnight, but fell asleep and woke up in the panties. Miss Samantha came in the room suddenly.
“Hurry up, we’re late. Oh I see you’re still wearing your panties. You must like them,” before I could reply, she handed me some of my clothes and said, “Put these on, we have to go.”
I tried taking off my frilly panties, but she said, “Keep them on, since you like them so much.”
“No! I’m sick of this!”
She swooped down upon me like a hawk, flipped me around, pulled my ruffled panties down to my ankles, and proceeded to whip my bottom with a hairbrush that was sitting on the table. Her words were in rhythm with the spanking.”
I squirmed and tried to get away, but she held me down.
“Do you understand?”
A few more swats to my bottom made me give in, in tears.
“Yes ma’am what?”
“I’ll wear my panties”
“Like a good little girl?”
“Yes, like a good little girl”
“Now, because you’ve been bad, you will have to be punished. I was saving this for later, but I think today you’ll start wearing your school uniform.”
From a drawer, she pulled out a small plaid skirt. It was green with hints of blue and red in it.
“That’s…that’s a skirt!”
“It’s called a kilt. Lots of men wear them. Now put it on, we don’t have time.”
I hesitated, and she reached around behind me and gave me a few more stinging swats on already throbbing bottom. Instantly, I pulled up my ruffled panties and stepped into my kilt. She paired the skirt with a white oxford and luckily made me wear my own dress shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I could see that the ruffled panties made my kilt bulge out a bit. It made me a bit self conscious. I didn’t have time to dawdle, however, as I was quickly ushered into the car and was off to…a party.