Chapter Seven - Johnny is punished in nylon bloomers
Johnny blubbered with sobs as Aunt Barbara and Miss Williams jumped to their feet and closed on him. How stupid was his disobedient protest? He had drawn down a well-deserved caning on himself. His Aunts seized him by an arm each, in his silk cami-knickers, stockings and frilled bonnet, and marched him up the stairs to Myrna's apartment above the boutique, followed by Miss Williams, cane in hand. "I have never seen or heard such insolence in a boy dressed in knickers and a bonnet," fumed his Aunt Barbara. "I am determined to make him regret such unacceptable behaviour and would be most grateful, Fenella, if you would help to bring this lesson home to him." "I'll cane his buttocks, Barbara, to help increase the feminine softness he's feeling in them," replied the senior schoolmistress. "Can I suggest dressing him in several pairs of long-legged ladies' knickers, keeping him in his stockings and then putting him into high heeled shoes, so that he feels feminine in the lower half of his body. He will feel each stroke of the cane as proof of his naughtiness and feminine softness." Johnny's tears ran down his cheeks as his Aunt Barbara held him still for her sister to thread his arms into a long line bra which she fastened down the front with twelve hooks and eyes. Then his feet were fitted with high heeled court shoes in white patent leather which slipped deliciously over his stockinged feet into a perfect fit. It felt like his feet were made for them. "These nylon directoire knickers will be ideal for his caning," said Myrna, holding up a pair of bloomers in pink nylon which slid out to hang by the waist from her fingers. The silk was so slippery it brought a cry of anguish to Johnny's lips. "Oh please, Aunt Myrna," he whimpered as Aunt Barbara held his hands from behind, "please don't put me in such feminine knickers... in front of Miss Williams. I would be so ashamed. Oh please don't!" Aunt Barbara smirked with pleasure at his humiliation and shared a smile with Miss Williams. "Put the little pervert into four pairs, Myrna," she chuckled. "He will know what it feels like in his little penis to be inside ladies' knickers for his caning." "And give me two more pairs, in white," requested their visitor. "I will require him to be totally silenced inside ladies' knickers." She folded a pair of nylon directories as small as she could and while Barbara held him still, she stuffed them completely into his stretched mouth until he could neither move his face nor make a sound. Then she wrapped the other pair round his face and secured them at the back of his neck so that he was firmly gagged. The tears ran silently down the front of his knicker gag as he was dressed in his four pairs of bloomers, which tented to a point in front as Miss Williams fastened him into the position she wanted: his ankles and knees bound together, with the boy stretched over a table so that his knickered backside would be exposed and utterly defenceless. "Excellent," she declared as she flexed her cane in preparation. "What a gorgeous blouse to select for his feminisation during punishment: pink silk, with crisp, 1970s wide sleeves and pointed collar. Place it under his face, then wrap his head in it." Johnny bleated in silent "Mmmmmphs" as he felt the length of the cane placed for aim across his knickered buttocks. How he longed to put a hand back to defend himself, but he was helpless. His hands were immovable and his legs couldn't even wriggle. His excitement grew as his face kissed his pink blouse buttons, while the sleeves and bodice of silk closed around him to be slithered and fondled during his punishment. A moment later the rain of fearsomely hard thwacks began across his knickered bottom. .....
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