A Few Notes About My First Story *Petticoat Memories*

I've been meaning to publish this story since the middle summer, but life has a funny way of constantly moving on.  The thing which kept me from publishing it was that I knew it needed a little editing, but never suspected all the work involved in that process.  Finally, a few days ago, I went through the story one last time, fixed what I thought needed fixing, today decided to publish it.  I guess no work ever feels complete, but I'm fairly happy with this first attempt at writing.

I've pieced these experiences together with the help of some of my submissives.  I wanted the story to have a genuine feel to it, from the male perspective, and I wanted the story to have a bit of heart.  I guess that's my reflection in the story.  Pure cruelty only goes so far in a story.  We're all humans with a need for a range of emotional experiences, not just leather, dungeons, and whipping.

I hope you enjoy this first story on this blog.  I have more that I'm working on, that I hope to publish soon.

Petticoat Memories - Chapter 1: An Angry Little Boy

Childhood was a confusing time. I don’t remember growing like a weed, I just grew. Perhaps that was the problem - I didn’t have a lot of instruction - but often was punished for my deviations in behavior. Instead of a steady boat ride down the river of life, I was an untrained driver in a speedboat, going any which way with my emotions, and this often caused problems with my parents. They often responded with quick and furious physical punishment, which I soon forgot hours after I received it, and I would return to my erratic ways.

My parents were too busy to raise me, and they didn’t seem to notice this until a visiting friend came over and witnessed one of my tantrums. My mom bought me a new lunch box, which I did not like.

“I don’t like it, I’m not using it!”

“Honey, we can’t take it back, you’ll just have to use this one, I’m sorry.”

As I argued, my frustration grew to anger. I knew I shouldn’t smash the lunch box, especially in front of company, but as I yelled, something in my inhibition gave way and my fists came down again and again, destroying it. I looked down at the tangle of metal, and knew I would be in trouble. I dreaded my punishment, but I always took it knowing that things would start anew – that was the routine. I did not know that my mother was probably embarrassed immensely in front of her friend.

Instead of judging, mother’s friend simply had a suggestion.

“There’s a lady – she lives in the country – who might be able to help with this problem. She worked with Emmanuelle’s son, and now he’s a perfect angel. If you’re open-minded, it just might work.”

The two ladies talked for hours, and as I unknowingly played in the other room, my fate had been sealed. That night, I was told that I was being sent away. The sheer horror of it, the feeling of abandonment I felt, made me cry and plead.

“I’ll be good; I promise! Please don’t send me away!”

“Chris, this is what’s best for you…for all of us. You’ll get used to it, you’ll see. And we’re not abandoning you; we’ll see you every weekend.”

I went through several bouts of emotions ranging from anger to silent sulking, however her mind was made up, and I was soon on my way out the door.

Chapter 2: Goodbye

The ride took several hours, and I stared out the window as we drove away from the city, wondering where I was going, until we pulled through the gate to a large house. It seemed a little out of place to be so far out in a rural setting. We rang the bell and were greeted by a pretty, yet serious looking young lady. Her name was Miss Samantha. As she talked, I curiously glanced from behind my mother’s legs at the lady who would now be a large part of my life. Her hair was dark and I remember noting that she wore shiny shoes. The rest of her outfit was no-nonsense: a tight black skirt and an effeminate white shirt.


“…okay, I just need you to sign these forms, and you’ll be all set Mrs. Manning.”

I tried one last chance, “Mommy, please don’t go! I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

Miss Samantha caught my gaze, “Yes you will young man, from this point on.”

I looked pleadingly back at my mother, who I could see was almost about to break. She wanted to come back and get her little boy.

“Don’t worry Miss Manning, he’s in good hands.”

I saw tears forming in my mother’s eyes, and she handed my suitcase to Miss Samantha.

I started to cry as my mom walked away. Miss Samantha put a soothing hand on my back and guided me in the house.

“It’ll be okay Chris.”

Chapter 3: A Rough Start

“Let’s get you settled in Chris. Since you’re probably filthy from that long, hot trip, I’ll run a bath for you. I want you to get in the bath, and I’ll be in to check on you in a minute. That will make you feel better – a good bath always does.”


“I’m ten years old; I don’t take baths anymore. I take showers. Baths are for babies.”

“Well today you’re going to take a bath,” her grip on my wrist tightened.

I was still a little uncomfortable with my surroundings, and Miss Samantha was very firm in what she said, so I acquiesced. I went upstairs, through a very dainty, feminine bedroom and looked at the bath. She had run a bubble bath; I rolled my eyes and got in. After a few minutes I started to relax. It actually did feel good.

When Miss Samantha came in, however, I acted like I was bored with this chore.

“Enjoying your bath?”

“No!” I lied.

“I’ve laid out some clean clothes on your bed, come down for your lesson when you’re finished.”

Embarrassed that she thought I liked the bath, I got out right away, dried myself on a fluffy, pink towel and opened the door. There on the bed were my clothes.

“Did she say, ‘your bed’?”

Surely this wasn’t going to be my room. When I went downstairs for my lesson, I asked, and she confirmed that this was to be my room.

“But it’s a girl’s room!”

“A room is a room, now quit arguing. Get dressed and come downstairs in five minutes. It’s time for your lesson.”

I dressed in the formal clothes she had laid out: a shirt, tie, and shiny shoes. I wondered what the special occasion was. It was only school. Confused, I got ready and headed downstairs to the living room table, where she was waiting for me to begin my lesson.

The lesson – I soon found out - wasn’t a school lesson, but rather an etiquette lesson. Miss Samantha began by teaching me how she wanted me to address her, how I should say “yes ma’am” to her questions, how I should sit, etc.

“Why do I have to do this? I never did this in school before.”

“If you don’t learn respect and manners now, you will continue making the same mistakes you’ve been making. I’m surprised you never learned these things. The reason I want you to learn respect is so you will approach your education seriously.”

I thought this was so stupid. Needless to say, I was resistant to her. We struggled in a battle of wills for hours. I refused to play along with her game, and she refused to let me get away with it. As a result of my stubbornness, I was sent to bed early with no supper.

I was a little shocked. I had always heard about this punishment, but it didn’t seem like a big deal. I was a little hungry from my long day, but I could wait until morning to eat again. She wasn’t going to get me with some punishment from 100 years ago. I walked up the stairs to my new room.

Inside the room I was bored. There was nothing to do. Everything was pink and frilly and started to get on my nerves. I kicked a few things, tore some of the canopy on the bed, and threw some pillows. This place sucked.

Soon the darkness covered the room and I went to sleep. The next day, I was scolded for what I had done to the room, and was made to clean it up. I made it difficult for her, but because of her persistence, I finally ended up cleaning the mess I had made during my tantrum.

“Who is this lady?” I thought. She wasn’t my mom, yet she wanted to tell me what to do. I was having a hard time accepting this situation.

My mom, however, was gone, and I was trapped in this place. I had to do what she told me to do – for now. I got dressed as ordered and headed downstairs to begin another lesson. Again, we started out day with the etiquette lessons. This was going to be another test of wills, and I was going to win. I thoroughly resisted her and everything she wanted me to do. After a few hours, I was sent to my room again with no supper.

Now I was more than a little hungry, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I needed something to take my mind off of my hunger, so I didn’t have to give in and ask her for food. I started looking around the room for something to do, but still there was really nothing for me to do. It wasn’t like my room at home which had all kinds of fun things.

I looked through the drawers and closets, but found nothing inside of them except a bunch of girly clothes. I wondered who had this room before. It was probably some girl who was sent here to learn respect like me. I wondered if Miss Samantha had done the same thing to her.

It was so early that it was still light outside, and I wasn’t sleepy at all. I lay on the bed for several hours, and since I was bored, I got up to look again in one of the drawers that caught my interest. Quietly I slid open the top drawer. I had seen girls’ underwear before, but never really looked at it up close. I told myself that I would probably need to know about this one day if I had a girlfriend. Curious, I pulled out a pair of satin panties. They were white with lace coving the elastic on the legs. There was a pink bow at the waist. I was fascinated with the feel and rubbed them against my cheek. They were so smooth. Just then, I heard Miss Samantha’s heels clicking as she walked down the hall. Hurriedly, I shoved the panties back, closed the drawer, and got on the bed. I heard her heels stop, and then keep on walking.

Chapter 4: Penance

I soon realized that no one was coming to rescue me from this place. Usually I could wait it out when I thought something was stupid, and people usually gave up, but now I was extremely hungry and I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was perturbed that she was having an impact on me with her little tactic, and for now she was now winning the game. As if further tease me, Miss Samantha made up delicious lasagna that morning and the smell was driving me wild.


“That smells really good ma’am.”

“Oh, how polite! I see you’re ready to start learning. Let’s start our lessons, and if you’re a good boy, you can have some for lunch.”

“I would really like some now, it smells good. I’m really hungry.”

“Should you tell me or ask me?”

“’I’m sorry…”

“Oh, and you’re apologizing…”

I felt a flash of anger, but continued, “Um, Can I have…”

“Keep the apology, and it’s ‘May I’”

“I’m sorry Miss Samantha, May I have some lasagna?”

“Excellent. Before you can have any lasagna, I want you to clean your room and take a bath. Then we’re going to review your lessons on behavior. If you’re good, I’ll let you have some of my delicious lasagna.”

I almost protested, but caught myself. Reluctantly, I turned around and did as asked, and after a few hours came down for my lesson. The lessons seemed to stretch on for a long time. She had me enter the room, ask to sit down, call her ma’am, and I learned all of the things she expected of me. I complied with her requests, smelling that yummy food baking in the next room, knowing that was my ultimate goal.

After repeating the same things again and again, it was time for my meal. It was delicious, and I was starving. I began to wolf it down, but Miss Samantha corrected me.

“Take smaller bites. Hold your knife and fork like this. You need to learn to eat politely too. I want you to take one bite now, chew it completely, and don’t take the next one until I tell you.”

It was hard to do, but I complied. When I asked for more, she replied with, “Let’s see how your behavior is for the rest of the day.”

At that point, I lost it. She couldn’t keep me from eating. I got up and yelled and let all my feelings out. When I was done, I saw her looking at me sternly.

“I see you haven’t learned anything at all today. Let’s see how tomorrow goes.”

She grabbed my arm and led me to my bedroom. It was only two o’clock, and I had to go to bed again? She shoved me in the room and closed the door.

Still hungry, I kicked a few things and beat my pillows. When my anger subsided, I realized that I had nothing to do and I was stuck in this boring room. I couldn’t just sit there, so I got up and explored. Once again, my mind turned to the panties in the drawer. I listened for Miss Samantha, and quietly, I pulled open the drawer. I pulled out the white pair of panties I had touched the other night, but then kept exploring and found a yellow pair with bows, a pink pair that was all frills, and many other strange, luxurious mysteries.

As I examined them, I wondered about how girls wore them. I don’t know why, but I was curious. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was bored. With my heart beating, I removed my pants and put my legs in the dainty panties and pulled them up. As they slid up my body, there was a shiver of softness from the silk. My body came to life, and I was confused, but it felt so good. I looked at myself in the mirror, and touched the soft bows and lace with my finger. I imagined that this is how a girl looked.

I was mesmerized by the image, but I knew I would have heard Miss Samantha’s heels on the floor if she was approaching. The next thing I knew, however, was that the door flung open, and Miss Samantha was there looking at me accusingly. I scrambled to cover myself with a sheet, but it was obvious I was caught. The panty drawer was open, and there were panties scattered about.

“So that’s what you’ve been doing up here!”

“No Miss Samantha, I was just bored and I….”

She pulled back the sheet, “And look, you’re wearing panties too?”

“I wasn’t...I mean…”

Her gaze froze me in my lies, and I was lost for words.

“Well all along your problem was that you liked wearing panties. I never would have guessed. We’ll have to tell your mother about this. I’m going to call her right now.”

“No, I was just…I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

I started taking the panties off.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry, I’ll put them back in the drawer.”

“You’ll do no such thing. You’re keeping those panties on for tonight and all of tomorrow to teach you a lesson.”

Now my embarrassment turned to a quick anger.

“But I’m a boy, boys don’t wear panties!”

“Well apparently you do.”

“I…I was just…”

“Put those panties on right now or you’re going to be in even more trouble.”

“No!”

And with that, she firmly pulled the panties up my legs again. I tried pulling them down, and she kept pulling them up. They were going to stay there if she had anything to say about it.

“Keep fighting me, and I’ll put you in a nightie too.”

I didn’t care about her threat and finally was able to take them off and throw them. With that, Miss Samantha went to the wardrobe, and picked out a fluffy satin and chiffon nightie and laid it on the bed. Calmly, she retrieved the panties and ordered me to put them on.

“No!” I said. I was going to fight this battle to the bitter end.

She grabbed me, and I tried struggling and kicking, but she was strong and used her weight to hold me down. She pinned me down on the bed, and soon I felt the panties sliding back up my waist. I felt a shiver of mortification, because I knew couldn’t fight it. It was really happening. Still holding me tightly so I couldn’t get away, she grabbed the babydoll nightie and by sheer will, slid it over my head. I struggled and fought, but the battle was soon lost. Miss Samantha grabbed my wrists and brought me before the mirror.

“You’re going to wear this all night tonight young man! Do you understand?”

I wanted to cry and started to kick and bite and yell. As a result of that bad behavior, Miss Samantha lifted up my nightie, took down my panties, bent me over the bed, and gave me the most severe, long spanking I have ever received in my life. I was crying my eyes out. It wasn’t completely about the pain initially, rather it was the fact that she was stating her will, and I was helpless to do anything about it. All the emotions from that week came out of me in that instant. I let go in a torrent of confusion and anger.

“Are you going to wear your panties tonight, like I said?”

“No, you stupid bitch!”

She would steadily spank me, while saying things like, “You’re going to wear these panties whether you like it or not.”

After a few, steady spankings, my ass hurt and my will was completely gone. I couldn’t take another swat.

”Are you going to wear the panties tonight like I asked?” she asked for the fifth time.

“Yes,” I finally mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Miss Samantha.”

“You’re going to do what?”

“Wear the panties,” tears dripped down my face.

“Are you going to thank me?”

I was shocked. Thank her? But I couldn’t fight anymore. I was compliant to anything she said now. That thought released a feeling in my brain.

“Thank you…” I said.

“For what?”

“For letting me wear the pretty panties…” I didn’t say it too enthusiastically.

She laughed, “I meant for teaching you good behavior.”

“Oh,” I said embarrassed.

“Okay, now I want you to go to bed.”

She must have anticipated that I was going to take the clothes off as soon as she left, because she put her arm around me and waited for me to go to sleep. She had won. I spent the night in panties like a girl.

Chapter 5: New Dress

The next day, when I awoke, I was ashamed to see myself in the nightie. I had forgotten about it in my sleep, but I was instantly reminded of what had transpired the night before. Quickly I took it off everything as if it repulsed me, but I soon discovered that I had no clothes to wear. All my clothes were missing. Wrapping myself in a sheet, I went downstairs and demanded that my clothes be returned.


“Where are your panties?”

“I’m not wearing those anymore.”

“Remember when you promised to wear the panties all day today?”

“Well…I don’t think I want to.”

“Oh you’re not?” just her glance made my sore ass sting again.

“Let me show you something.”

She opened her computer and showed me a video of me playing with the panties and putting the panties on. She had been recording me in the room the whole time!

“You…you can’t do that!”

“It’s part of the house rules and it’s in the contract your mother signed. Now unless you want your parents to see this video when they come, I suggest you be good from now on. You’re going to do whatever I say. Now, go back upstairs and put your panties on.”

There was nothing I could do. I went back upstairs and did as I was ordered. I was mortified that I had no other choice than to wear frilly panties for the rest of the day. Miss Samantha came up to check on me.

“Good, your panties look pretty. Now let’s get you in a nice dress and you can begin cleaning.”

That made me cringe. There was never any agreement about a dress.

She went over to the closet and pulled out a short pink girly dress with lots of satin and ruffles and bows.

“But…you never said anything about a dress.”

“I didn’t. But I started thinking that because you were so disrespectful a few minutes ago, you are going to wear this along with your panties while you clean today. Maybe this will help you learn some respect.”

“There’s…there’s no way…”

“Stall all you want. Your parents are coming at noon, and you must wear this dress while doing your chores. It’s really up to you, but your parents are coming soon…”

There’s really nothing I could do. I knew the consequences of disobeying her. Until I could get a hold of that video file, I needed to play along with her game.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll wear the dress.”

“Now let’s get you some proper undergarments. Let’s see, you’ll need a camisole…” she went to the drawers and pulled out a silk camisole with a tiny pink bow at the neck, “Hold up your arms,” she said and the silk cascaded down my chest making me feel weird.

I looked at the tiny straps with lace which touched my shoulders. It looked so strange and dainty. Next I was fitted with a petticoat. It was soft but firm and had many layers of ruffles flowing from my waist. This was the girliest thing I had ever seen. I looked like a ballerina. Finally the silky, pink dress was slipped over my head. It looked like something made for a princess. When she had finished tugging it down in place, she zipped me up from the back. I suddenly realized that I would need her help to get out of this outfit; I couldn’t get out of it myself. In the mirror I saw myself and was shocked. It was my face, but everything else looked like the girls at school when I had seen them at birthday parties. Immediately I knew I wanted to follow her orders so I could get out of this outfit.

I was led to kitchen and told to clean. Everything needed to be spotless before my parents arrived. I had three hours - I never wanted to clean more in my whole life.

“Now don’t get your dress dirty, and don’t get all sweaty, it’s not very lady-like”

I set about cleaning – I wanted to get this done – but every now and then I’d feel my petticoat bump into something or feel a breeze against my panties, and I would stop and ponder it for a second. It felt kind of…different, but I’d quickly push that thought out of my head because it was bad.

When I was all finished, I asked Miss Samantha to inspect my work.

“A young lady must curtsey when she asks,” and I was instructed how to do this, and did it to her satisfaction. Time was ticking.

“Yes it all looks good except for that spot on the floor.”

I was instructed to scrub a few stains by the stove. As I did I heard some giggling and looked around to see a young girl around my age looking at me with a smile.

“Nice panties,” she said.

I turned beet red and felt the urge to flee. Who was this strange girl? Just then Miss Samantha came in the kitchen to explain.

“Oh I see you’ve met my niece Tabitha,” stunned for words, I just stood there silently, until Miss Samantha said, “Why don’t you curtsey for the young lady?” still in shock, I just did as she asked, “He’s my new pupil. He likes to wear panties and dresses, don’t you Chris?”

Time was ticking until my parents came. I needed to end this.

“Yes”

“Interesting,” said Tabitha, and she snapped a picture of me with her cell phone.

“Hey!” I lunged for her phone, but was quickly reprimanded my Miss Samantha.

“That’s not very ladylike. Now Tabitha, he’s a little shy about his secret, so don’t show that to anyone for now,” I felt relieved, “but since you know his secret now, maybe you can come over and teach him more about being a young lady one of these days?”

What was she talking about?

“Now Chris, run upstairs and take a bath before your parents get here. I’ll be up to help you in a second.”

I rushed upstairs and wondered what was taking her so long. My parents would be her any second. Finally, I heard her footsteps as she came up the stairs, and was excited to be released from my dress.

“Oh, these are so dirty. Let’s get these in the hamper and I’ll show you how to clean your panties and camisole tonight.”

She kept using the word “your”, and it irritated me.

I got in the bath, and she scrubbed me clean, dried me with a towel, and covered me with some sweet smelling powder. When we went in the bedroom, there on the bed was a new pair of panties. They were pink with an abundance of ruffles all the way around.

“But you said after I cleaned up…”

“I said you were going to wear panties last night and today. This is still today isn’t it?”

“But that’s not fair. I’m not wearing these in front of my parents.”

“Well, you can secretly wear these under your pants while you visit with your parents, or I can publically show them what you like to do with my little video.”

“But I don’t like to wear them!” she just stared at me, and I knew I had a decision to make. Time was ticking away, and through the window I could see a car pulling up, “Fine!” I yelled and slid the new panties up my legs, putting my boys’ clothes over the top. The panties gave my pants a strange puff, but I didn’t have time to think, and went downstairs led by Miss Samantha’s hand.

Tabitha had answered the door, and my parents were just coming in the house as I descended the stairs. They were glad to see me, and they commented on how good my behavior was that day. The truth was I was constantly thinking about the panties, and was scared that they would find out. When asked about Miss Samantha, I saw her look into my eyes, and I only said the nicest things about her.

“So do you like it here?”

“Yes”

“And are you learning a lot?”

“Um…yes”

I saw a brief smile on her face and the anger rose up inside me. I flashed her look, and she responded, “I think he knows that I will take his pants down right here and spank him in front of you if he misbehaves…”, and I was immediately put in my place. My parents saw how much control she had over me and were amazed.

They talked a while and had some tea. Of course I was made to serve it and take it away.

“I will say Miss Summers, you must be doing something right. He would never do this at home.”

Satisfied that I was doing well and learning to improve my behavior, my parents prepared to leave. My mom gave me hug before she left. As she patted me, her hand felt the springiness of the ruffled panties, and I could see a puzzled look on her face.

“You look like you’re doing okay, so we’re going to go now honey. You do what Miss Samantha tells you to do.”

As the car left, I felt like I was being left behind in a place I did not understand. I wanted to scream and beg for them to take me back, but I knew it would do no good. I was stuck here and I didn’t know what to do about it. It was a helpless feeling.

Chapter 6: Freedom…Sort of

I wore the panties all day like Miss Samantha asked. That night, as I prepared for bed, I asked for my boy clothes.


“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.”

“We-don’t-have-time-for-this. You-will-learn-to-obey-me-do-you-understand?”

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”

“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.