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Date Posted: Tue, Jan 01 2013, 09:44am
In reply to:
christian
's message, "Re: The just so effect" on Wed, Dec 26 2012, 02:07am
Hi Christian Happy New Year to you.
I thought I would describe some of my experiences in more detail. Like all upbringings things were not black and white indeed there were even some benefits. For example even now I hardly feel the cold due to spending my entire boyhood with bare legs, also my love of music, though that led to quite a few embarrassing moments when I grew up.
At first I had piano lessons, then at school I took up the trumpet, wondering how my mother would react to such a boyish instrument. Much to my surprise she was all for it. I can remember playing my first solo in school and getting a round of applause from the other pupils. I was 13 and stood in assembly in front of the entire school in my blue blazer, white shirt, tie and a new well pressed pair of grey flannel shorts. Being the seventies my very short shorts did not stand out as much as they might have. Though they were brief even that era. They were the normal half elastic boys shorts with an inside leg of I would estimate one inch. The only problem I had with them was that they were very fitting as my mother always bought my shorts a size smaller than my waist size. She liked the taut fit. However I enjoyed my moment in the sun.
My most embarrassing moments when performing was when I played for the residents in a few old poles homes near me.
I always had to wear one of my many wrap around miniskirts, which my mother insisted on calling a kilt. I would also wear my best white rumba panties with plenty of lace, white pelerine socks, one strap Mary Jane sandals and a white blouse. I was extremely popular with the old ladies. I had to stand there in my little kilt and play for them. That part relatively was not so bad, a bit humiliating but strangely because I enjoyed playing I did not mind quite so much. The worst part was afterwards. I would have to go around and talk to the residents who mostly oohed and aahed and made comments on what a pretty boy I was and how cute I was. However one "old dear" went further. She used to put her had up the back of my brief kilt and squeeze my bottom before ruffling my frilly panties. She then often would put her had down the back of my panties and pinch or manipulate my buttocks.. She was also always giving me presents of new panties, which were all very frilly. I always had to put them on for her.
The other musical treat I went to, was a performance of the Messiah with my mother and aunt. For this I had to wear my sailor suit in all its glory including the kilt. I felt incredibally exposed and vulnerable in this get up. The kilt was minute and the satin panties full cut (an off cut from the sailor suit). I also had on my best Mary Janes and the socks with anchors. I actually enjoyed the performance but afterwards I was introduced to lots of my mother and aunts friends who all made the usual cute comments about my outfit. i did feel like a complete plonker.
As well as my kilts I wore my navy gymslip quite a lot at home. This not only when I was doing my school work but for my chores as well. This turned out to be a benefit in latter years in that I can iron, cook and clean and generally look after myself pretty well.
As I stated in previous missives, I was also spanked regularly. As regards the strap I agree it was certainly painful. All that was required was two or three times on each thigh to bring me to tears. When applied to my bottom it could be a dozen times or more so I tried my best to avoid that. I do not know whether that was better or worse than your experience with a hair brush. Both I imagine are equally painful. The only difference possibly being is that the strap can be applied constantly to a narrow area. My punishment time was always on a Saturday morning often in front of my mothers guests. I was the "entertainment". Usually it was a spanking by hand, mother only used the strap if I had been very naughty as she put it( about once every six weeks or so). I would have to say to my mother in front of her guests I have been a naughty boy and need you to spank my bottom. She would then agree. I was then undressed down to my frilly panties. She would then say Percy lay over my lap please. She then spanked me slowly and methodically for about 1o minutes. I then had to go the the corner for 30 minutes with my hands on my head. Mummy would then call me back over to her and remove my panties. I then had to lay over her lap completely naked. At this point she either continued spanking my bare bottom with her hand or if it warranted it with her leather strap. If I had to lay over the back of the sofa at this point I knew that I was in serious trouble. This meant the cane. I think it only happened three or four times in total when I grew up but the threat was always there.
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