Caught and Punished For Wearing My Sister's Tights
I first began trying on my older sister's tights when I was around 9 years old , over 35 years ago.I'm from the U.K. so tights here mean pantyhose and heavier tights. There was only myself,my older sister and my mother in the family.Both my mother and my sister (who was almost 10 years older than me) had to wear tights as part of their work/collage uniform so I was used to seeing pairs of tights drying on radiators or lying in bundles for washing. The bathroom was like a tights shop! I loved going into my sisters bedroom in secret and rumaging in her tights drawer.She had all kinds of different colours and thickness of tights.My favourite pair were black opaque tights she wore to dance classes. I loved how the tights felt on me and the stretchy soft texture of the nylon. I would dance about in her tights in front of a mirror pretending I was doing ballet. Inevitably I was caught one afternoon by my sister in her bedroom, dressed in a pair of her tan colored work tights.We were a very religious Christian family who attended bible study classes and went to church twice on Sundays. My mother was a caring loving person but she used a cane on both myself and my sister whenever she felt either of us was out of line. My sister was really upset at my behaviour and demanded I be thrashed with the cane. My mother reluctantly agreed and I was given 6 of the most painful strokes of the cane across my backside as I lay over my sister's bed still wearing her tights. This "aversion therapy" did not work and I continued to sneak into her bedroom to try on her tights and occasionally received a caning as a result. Eventually after being caught again wearing my sister tights my mother had a long chat with me. When she suggested that maybe I should be sent to ballet classes in her words "where boys have to wear tights". I jumped at the suggestion as I had secretly fantasised about learning ballet for a couple of years mostly due to the tights issue. In return I had to promise to no longer wear my sister's tights. At the age of 10 I started ballet classes, the only boy in a ballet school of over 200 girls! My first pair of ballet tights were ironically an old pair of my sister's black school tights (proper boys ballet tights were too expensive). I can still recall the thrill and excitemant I felt before that first ballet lesson when I pulled on those lovely stretchy black nylon tights and walked out into the ballet classroom. I continued taking ballet lessons and both my mother and sister over time bought me tights as a present and gave me pairs of their old tights to wear either to ballet lessons or for exercising at home. I still wear tights for all sortsd of reasons and activities.