Dress Up, Panties Down: Reflections from a real-life daughter, wife, and mother on a lifetime of humiliating, and spectacularly memorable, spankings and canings.

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The "art girl" had sex with a guy, so maybe I must reconsider my ideas about a monogamous relationship :-P Judith was pushed over the arm of the settee and her dress was flipped up. I was in the same position but over Mrs Smyth’s knee. Looking right at my sister’s panty-covered bum, she got hers while I got mine! I soaked my panties – Mrs Smyth didn’t say anything but she noticed! How I found out she noticed is another story. A few years ago he began encouraging me to do so even at my work. I work in a small office where there are just a few girls and all the rest are men, my boss included. Ironically he's the biggest perve of them all, and I think he has deliberately relaxed the dress code for us girls because of it. Let's just say 'nothing' is too short! He regularly compliments me on what I wear, especially if it's really 'short', making it all too clear about what he likes. And though he's always looking at my legs and stealing glances up my skirt, he's otherwise actually totally harmless, and his personality makes for a fun atmosphere to work in that I have to admit that I rather enjoy. The next day we seemed to just continue as though nothing had happened. I dressed in a soft white cotton blouse a full navy blue skirt and white petticoat. I did my hair and makeup. I was getting well practised with my hair and makeup and was looking better. The makeup was very natural and not too much for a girl my age.

You'll have to find the whole story elswhere on here, but I'd been washing their clean panties for two years (because they never wore them but put them in the dirty laundry so I wouldn't know.) In my days of spanking women, other than Bacall, I tried to figure which would best work on her mind. My custom was to have her stand in front of me while I decided if I would take her panties down or I would have her do it. It’s all part of the delicious anticipation and excitement of a spanking. As a side note.. I also keep it all totally 'shaved' which I think makes it all that much naughtier, if not 'exciting'..Even though I am older than most of you, I gradually (at the urging of husband and daughters) started wearing shorter and shorter skirts and dresses to work.....and eventually completely disposed of all pants except a couple pair of jeans (which I don't wear to work) My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting.

With my new hairstyle I looked very feminine and I could easily be the younger sister of Sue. On our way to bed aunt gave me a nightie to wear and some cream to rub on in the morning before I had my shower to tidy up any unwanted hair I had.

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Yea I was wondering the same thing. If your daughters were giving you a push did they follow in your footsteps?It's a really long story and I've posted it elsewhere on here, but I'll try to give the short version. When I met my husband, I was divorced with two daughters. For one thing, hers had no flap in the front and felt like silk, althought they were really probably nylon or acetate. I was also fascinated with her petticoats, which were very full, very frilly and very ‘girlish’. Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!”

It was about this time that a very exciting event occurred. My parents and sisters were going to Queensland for a conference but I had to stay with my auntie to finish an exam at school. My Auntie and two cousins were minding a small farm near the quiet farming village of Jamboroo. At that, Mrs Smyth piped up: “How do you explain the fact that you were all excited, then?”“Shut up, you old biddy,” I thought but didn’t say. “Yes, how do you explain that, little girl?” my mum asked. In town, we walked from shop to shop. I was being introduced as Julie and no one seemed to question my being a girl. How exciting it was. In fact, most people thought I was the most attractive. What fun. Sue and I spent the morning flirting with the boys and when the opportunity presented itself bending over counters causing our skirts to be pulled up and giving the boys a good look at our panties. It is amazing what fun it was teasing the men and boys. My good fortune ran out that day – mum had forgotten her purse and just as I got to the bottom of the landing, the front door opened and in she walked with my sister. It’s hard to say which of us was the more surprised! I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room.I have been a member of a spanking forum for over a decade. I have not participated in any meaningful way in the last three years. The members I knew well burned out and have gone on and the new members have different views than the original group did. It is now overly populated by men that have slim chances of spanking anyone but are consumed by the prospect.

Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help) Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner.

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I wonder if the decision to go without at work is the hardest for the girls to make, but if they do go ahead, it's the most exciting perhaps. I don't know all the details, because I'm not sure I want to know, but they got in with this group of girls at school whose parents were all divorced. The group had three requirements for membership: 1. Female 2. Parents divorced 3. No panties ever. (I guess this was to somehow punish the parents) I just came home from my third hostess job, and I am so very mixed up. The actual event was a big swinger's party. We were 4 hostess girls, my colleague from the other two jobs and two new girls.