That evening, mum sat me down at the kitchen table and I had to write a letter of apology to Shona, to include a full description of the leathering I had received as a ‘reward’ for my misconduct. The task completed to mum’s satisfaction, I was then sent to bed early. I was not looking forward to tomorrow! Your (of legal age) teenage daughter without her knowing? That is wonderful right? How about I shoot my seed all over your sister without her knowledge or It was Saturday morning and baseball practice was at 1:PM, but Josh had a problem to take care of first. I lifted the lid and lying inside the box I saw a brand new pair of corsets wrapped in tissue paper. I saw the name “Court Royal” on the end of the box, and my mouth fell open. I was trembling, partly with excitement and partly with fear and trepidation. I turned off the TV and sat for a moment, contemplating what I might do next. If I untied her, the fun would be over. I feared she might even punish me for stripping her down so much. I needed to make her enjoy it but also show her who was in control. If tonight went well and she enjoyed it, I might be able to do it more often.

The corner was a welcome relief, even in his shameful state of dress, his panties down around his ankles, his hands rubbing his sore butt and pushing his dress to the top of his butt. I was handed a cup of tea and we all went into the dining room. The women sat down and looked at me as I stood uneasily by the chair. I knew that my corsets were going to make sitting down very difficult because of my experience of wearing them in bed, and I was well aware that the bones would dig into the tops of my legs. My mother nodded, and then said, “But they are much too big for him so they don’t make much difference to his figure.” Mom would sit in a leaning position on the end of the couch, with Julie leaning against her both in their very feminine nighties. Mom would tell Julie all about things girls do, and the things she did as a little girl. Julie especially liked mom telling her about the pajama parties she went too, and what the girls actually talked about and did. Bent over mom's knees, hands flat on the floor, legs tight together. Mom was about to pull the skirt up to his waist, when she noticed it was so short it was almost there already, but gave it an extra little lift so she could put her hands on the waist band of the panties, then she pulled them down to his knees.

She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. Once he had the panties in place mom said, "Stand in front of the mirror so I can see how my little girl looks in her panties."

When I got home from school that day, my mother questioned me about the matter and it did not take long for her to obtain a confession to, in her opinion, a misdemeanour worthy of ‘six of the very best!’ Open wide," I said. Surprisingly, she obeyed. I shoved them in. Then I used a roll of ductape to gag her. She mumbled through the gag incoherently. Josh got angry at the little girl remark and jumped up and started hollering at mom. Another gesture with the slipper and Josh fell into a pout. I continued pleasuring her, bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy. She moaned and struggled, on the edge. She murmured that she was about to cum.

Sally and I lived in a sort of truce most of the time, with a battle likely to break out at any minute, while our mum tried to keep the peace. However, Sally was a clever girl and eventually went to college to get a degree. She also had inherited Mum’s fastidious attitude to hygiene, washed her hands frequently, and she bathed far more frequently than was necessary in my view! She also changed her clothes frequently, especially her underwear. This was to my advantage as she put her discarded underclothing in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I gasped, and remained silent, not knowing what to say. Instead, I sat there, trying to fathom it all out in my mind. We drank our tea and after the two women chatted quietly a bit more, Mrs A. left the house. I'm gonna leave you here for a while now," I said, soothingly. "And when I return I might untie you." She moved her legs to cover up her most private area. Before she had the chance to do anything risky though, I grabbed her left leg. I began to tie it, tightly, to the leg of the chair. I did the same to her right leg, then tying it below the knee to allow minimal movement. She struggled to close her legs but couldn't, giving me the perfect view of her clit.