Chapter Six - Johnny's behaviour deserves a harsher punishment
Being dominated by his Aunts, and even by Miss Williams, was one thing, but being mocked and laughed at by girls would be quite another. As Johnny was held by Aunt Myrna ready to be dressed, he was horrified at the conversation between them. " You may wish to prolong his stay at school amongst all those girls, Fenella?" said Aunt Barbara. "Indeed I do," replied the Headmistress. "There is no reason to put a time limit on how long I will keep him. He needs to be punished for choosing to wear ladies' clothes, and the longer the better. Perhaps, Myrna, you can choose a girls' blouse and drape it over that objectionable upright genital. I would like to remove his dress in school and experiment with his feelings as we hang different girls' garments over his penis. He is going to make a very nice subject for the development of the girls' superiority and control, and I want to use him for their dressmaking projects too." This declaration brought a flush of panic to Johnny's cheeks. The horror of being displayed to schoolgirls in a school dress and in lingerie was too much for him. He spat out his pacifier to beg his Aunt to show pity. "Please save me from being humiliated in the girls' school, Aunt Myrna. All those girls... I'm sure they will laugh at me," he cried, his imagination showing him rows of girls' faces filled with cruel delight as they poked fun at the sissy. "I don't want to go. Oh please don't make me." His Aunt Myrna held him by his arms and shook him until he was quiet. "Boys who wear ladies' clothes without permission deserve to be humiliated in front of women and girls. You will suffer the shame you deserved by your actions. Now stand still while I dress you in lingerie." Oh no! Johnny's crying came from deeper in his stomach as his despair increased. He turned his pleading to his Aunt Barbara, hoping that he would find some pity in her heart. "I couldn't face it, Aunt Barbara. I would burst out crying in front of so many girls. Just think how they would mock me and giggle and point and joke about me and... and lift the skirt of my dress and laugh at my petticoat and... and at my panties. Ohhhh boooo-hoooo-hoooo!" His Aunt Barbara was unmoved as he fell to the floor and clutched her knees, wearing only his suspender belt and stockings, his eyes raised to hers, streaming with tears and imploring her to change her plans. "Fenella," she said, "help me to fasten him in position for Myrna to dress him for us. We can't have the scoundrel thinking he can somehow get us to change our minds". In no time, Johnny had his wrists and ankles fastened into Velcro cuffs and ribboned in position so that the boy couldn't interfere with Myrna's dressing. She unhooked his wrists for a moment to drop the cami-knicker over his head, so that it slid down his body and came to rest with its ribbons on his shoulders. As she fastened the little panty buttons together between his legs, his erection stiffened most shamefully in the satin gusset, and stood up in front of him. "Since he behaves like an infant, we'll put him into a babyish bonnet, Myrna," cried Aunt Barbara as she sat back with her friend to watch his dressing in comfort. "And pink satin camis are ideal for displaying his disgusting erection. Put the blouse over it to see whether he is showing any repentance and trying to resist his shameful desires." Aunt Myrna picked up the hanger and slipped off the girls' blouse. A wail of guilty despair escaped her nephew as the little blouse in white nylon approached the rounded point where his erected cock pushed the satin up in the air. It had a little rounded Peter Pan collar and puffed short sleeves, and glass buttons that shone in the light. His Aunt unfastened them all, held the blouse by the shoulders, and planted it over his cock so that his point pushed into the white nylon just behind the collar. "Oh no-o-oooo, please don't put it on me!" he wailed, cringing with anguish as his penis reached upwards to meet it. He looked down at the two puffed sleeves hanging on either side, as Aunt Myrna fluffed and arranged the sizzling sides of the blouse as they hung against the fronts of his stockings. His cheeks darkened to a shade of plum. "Well!" declared Aunt Barbara, seeing how forcefully his erection met the blouse, "this is obviously the time for Fenella to begin punishing him for showing such ingratitude and a spirit of disobedience." "Exactly," cried Aunt Myrna. "He must learn submission and obedience. The only trouble is we haven't got a punishment implement in the store." Miss Williams came to the rescue. "Ah but we have, my dear Myrna," she cried. "I always carry a cane with me, right here." A wail of horror escaped Johnny's lips as the school Principal reached down beside her chair and brought into his sight a long, thin cane with a crooked handle. "Spitting out his dummy is the limit," snapped Aunt Barbara. "Yes, my dear Fenella, we would be most grateful if you would punish him across the seat of his ladies' panties. He needs a good punishment session where he is persuaded that he belongs in ladies' and girls' clothes for his own good." Johnny's cock stirred into added stiffness in the satin gusset of his cami-knickers, and he found himself being prepared to receive a caning from Miss Williams. .....
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