As I shook with embarassment, Auntie removed my panties and tights, revealing the sheath, its ribbons tied tightly at the base of my spine. She made a great show of untying it and sliding it off of my glistening member. I was embarrassed when my mother unbuttoned me jeans and pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles and told me to bend over knees

As I pushed away from the table, I thought for a minute about questioning her about this, since it was early and I didn't particularly want to bathe. But I already knew better. I went up to my room, which had an adjoining bathroom with a large tub. I ran the water. As the tub was filling Mrs. Fairchild came up behind me with a box and began duumping a powder into the water. Fragrant bubbles immediately began to fill the tub. Never mind. Get those things into your room. We have a lot to do. No dilly-dallying!” I hustled the first box up the stairs. Mrs. Fairchild kept tapping her foot and admonishing me to hurry. I was panting when I finally brought the last box up to the room. I sat on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. Don't confuse an adrenalin rush with a turn on. They can act like the same but are totally two different things. We can get an adrenalin rush for any number of things that make our blood boil and being punished is in the top of those. So you most likely had that and read your symptoms wrong and just imagined you were aroused. Be careful of that or when you do get a guy and they are mean to you, you will have a hard time getting out of their hateful clutches and can get into some really 'beat up' situations from it. Yes thank you Auntie Dear.” I could feel my face turning scarlet as I meekly replied, ashamed of my own cowardice. Oh look Princess, its your favorite brush-brush. Would you like to give it a kiss pumpkin'?” She held the brush to my lips. Mortified, I mumbled “yes thank you Auntie Dear” and kissed the hairbrush. Sandra and Lourdes started howling with laughter, begging the Landlady to make me do it again, which she happily consented to.

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Auntie knows that her darling Princess insisted on sleeping in her panties, and I certainly want you to be happy dearest.” She removed my towel and helped me into the panties and nightgown. “What do you say darling?” This should fit you perfectly sweetlips.” She held out the dress. I stood rooted to the floor. I had been conciously avoiding the topic, but I finally had to face reality. First the apron and the shoes, then the panties, now a dress. And the increasing references to me as “princess” and even “girl.” I had to do something! I decided to try to be more diplomatic, even flattering. The hell you will! Give me my own clothes! I'll go to school like I always do. Dressed the way I want to! You can't tell me what to wear!" I called her bluff. Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone

Please no!” I began to wail. She just crooked her finger again. Shaking like a leaf, I approached her, and she presented the hairbrush. I want you to pay attention. I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week." She said. The thing is, we humans are complicated, we get aroused by tons of stuff, some things aren't even related to sex.She found some baby powder and sprinkled it on me, then snugly fastened the diaper using the tapes that were on it. Daddy was out of arguments. My Aunt had an extra room, my brother would stay with Uncle Harold. I claimed I should be the one to stay with Uncle Harold, but they believed my brother should because he was older and could get along without Mom. With that the Landlady rose to her feet, towering over me in her gleaming white high-heeled boots, grasping my hand in an iron-grip and pulling me down the hallway. My heart was beating a mile a minute. For all the humiliation I had endured over the past several days, I was terrified of what Mrs. Fairchild's friends would do when they saw me in my hideous baby girl finery.