Chapter Eight - Johnny is hung up amongst Aunt Myrna's dresses
Johnny squirmed with shame and a great deal of pain during the twenty minutes of caning he received from Miss Williams. He would be careful to avoid disobedience and rebellion again, but as he was unfastened by his Aunts and pulled to his feet, it became clear to them that their nephew had also found feminine pleasure inside his long knickers. "I see the little knicker-slut felt more feminine than we expected in his big ladies' knickers," declared Aunt Barbara, unhooking the third and fourth pairs of knickers from his rampant penis. "We have wet spots in the pink satin gussets here. How disgusting! Just the sort of behaviour that must be punished with severe dressing." "What a pathetic creature!" sneered Miss Williams, stretching her arm to relax after her caning exertions. "Considering his perversions, we need to find some blouses and skirts which are sufficiently feminine and girlish for him to wear as his school uniform." "In the meantime, I'll put him into my lingerie," announced Myrna, "and fasten him inside my wardrobe so that he can make the intimate acquaintance of my dresses." She replaced his gagging knickers with a larger pacifier than before, that fed him even more of his sissifying juice - and over it she wrapped a gag that she buttoned tightly up the back of his neck. The deeply gagged boy soon found his directoire knickers changed for a matching set of bra, panties and slip in ivory satin with the prettiest of pink lace decoration. Three full petticoats in matching satin and net surrounded his stockings with dreadfully feminine feelings as his tears flowed again in mortification, and his Aunt Myrna opened her wardrobe in front of him to reveal her extravagant dresses and blouses in silk, taffeta and satin. His head bowed in defeat as his weak masculinity faded and disappeared in the face of such femininity... femininity which he wanted so eagerly and which stiffened his penis beneath his wide petticoats. "Come on," snapped his Aunt. "You're going to spend an hour buttoned into my blue-grey taffeta day dress. It will feed your wishes to grow in girlishness and add feminine sweetness to your skin and flesh. As will all the other dresses that surround you in my closet." Johnny wept with despair as he was buttoned into his Aunt's dress, with its full skirt that swirled over his petticoats and legs in silky coolness and its three quarter sleeves which buttoned onto his wrists. The collar was huge and overpowering, surrounding his pacifier-gagged face with the slippery sweetness of his Aunt's dress, while a deep belt was pulled tight and fastened at his waist. He was laid face down on his Aunt's bed to be fastened onto a leg pole and a waist-and-shoulder frame, so that his Aunt could walk him awkwardly to her wardrobe to be hooked onto one of the ceiling hooks, amongst a slurrying mass of her silk and satin dresses. "Some nice blouses too, to add blouse-loving to your condition, my dear perverted nephew," cried Aunt Myrna, as she made sure his helplessly suspended and dressed body was enclosed inside the crisp green silk of a large blouse. "Do my dresses smell divine, my boy? Can you smell my taffeta, and my satin and silk?" She got no reply, of course. Just a muted moan of pleasure deep inside her blouses and dresses, and a gentle swaying and rustling of sleeves, collars, bodices and skirts. The swaying became a gentle rhythm of slurries, as Johnny's pleasure rose and rose and forced itself out in creamy devotion in the gusset of his Aunt's ivory satin panty. .....
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