I Support And Encourage Male Femininity
Here is a Story from the Princess Productions Site. What a wonderful Situation for taming an Unruly Boy!!!
Grandma's
Girly-Boy
My name is Helen Ashmore. I'm a widow and, until recently, living alone in the big brownstone that I've lived in my entire life. That changed last year when my oldest daughter got a divorce and I invited her and her children to move in with me. My daughter's name is Susan (married name Atkinson), and she has a set of seven-year-old twins. Their names are Mark and Mary.
Susan had been married to a man she had met at college in Pennsylvania. After graduation, he got a job at the university, and I didn't get to see them very often since I don't fly and they were over 900 miles away. Consequently, I was almost a stranger to the twins because I only was able to see them about once each year since they were born.
I looked forward to having them because, even though I have a lot of friends and nice neighbors, I was quite lonely ever since my husband passed away three years ago. Besides, I thought it would be fun to have children in the house again.
Soon after they arrived, I noticed that the twins were not very well mannered. When I asked my daughter about this, she admitted that their father had spoiled them and let them run wild. Whenever she tried to tame them down, her husband openly opposed her.
Realizing that now she was exclusively in charge of the children, she was going to take the opportunity to correct their ways. We spent a long evening talking about it. The next day, I contacted some of my lady friends and solicited their suggestions.
I am of Scottish heritage and very proud of it. I belong to a Scottish organization, and I am a very active member. One of my friends is also Scottish and a member of this organization.
After we talked a while, she told me how she used to punish her little boy. The boy was a very accomplished dancer. From an early age, he mastered some of the most difficult Scottish dances. Consequently, he was always in demand to perform at our various functions. But as he grew older he became very self-conscious about appearing in the kilt, which he regarded as girlish. Of course, he had to wear the kilt while performing, but immediately after every show, he'd hurry to change back into his regular clothes. Since he so disliked wearing the kilt, she decided it would make a good punishment uniform.
She explained how she could get him to do whatever she wanted by threatening him with wearing the kilt. If he resisted, he was forcibly put in the kilt and had to wear it until his mother told him he could change. After a while the punishment became less effective so she added a few refinements. Since her boy was always complaining that the kilt was a sissy garment, she proceeded to buy some distinctly feminine articles of clothing to add to his kilt costume. Eventually, she had him wearing sheer blouses, ruffled ankle socks, shiny girlish shoes and even a lacy slip and silken panties. Each new addition to his punishment costume worked for a time. Then, he'd slack off and she'd have to add another bit of feminine finery. However, overall, his transgressions became less and less serious and happened less and less frequently. She said that it remained an effective punishment for many years. She added that on a few occasions she even made him appear in public in his punishment clothes. But this was a rare occurrence because a dose of public exposure kept him in line for a very long period of time.
I was thrilled at hearing her story. It was so simple. Could it really be that effective? I asked her what seemed like hundreds of questions. After over an hour on the phone with her I felt like I was an expert on the subject. I couldn't wait to tell my daughter about it and suggest we do something similar to Mark.
Susan agreed with me that if we could tame Mark, Mary would also fall into line because Mark was usually the instigator of any trouble. When I explained my idea about using petticoat punishment (the term my friend used) to tame him, Susan laughed at the idea with devilish glee but readily agreed that it was worth a try.
We decided to have matching outfits for the twins. We were going to start with a kilt costume. With our Scottish heritage it was a logical first step. To the kilt we could add feminine accessories like my friend had done for her boy. The idea of feminizing Mark excited Susan. Subconsciously, I think she was striking out at her ex-husband because Mark looks exactly like his father, whom she had grown to hate. Therefore, taming and humiliating Mark would be like cutting down her ex by proxy.
That very evening, Susan and I searched through my old wardrobes and trunks in the attic. We found a lot of items she wore as a child that could be used on the twins, including some plaid kilt-like skirts and several exquisitely decorated old-fashioned dresses and pinafores.
The next day we spent all afternoon shopping, finally coming home with a carload of boxes full of delicate clothing for the unsuspecting children.
After dinner, we called Mark and Mary into the drawing room and explained that we had bought them new clothes. At this, they were quite happy but of course they hadn't yet seen what be had purchased. When we told them that frequently, they would be dressed identically, Mark must have thought that Mary would be wearing slacks to match his trousers because he didn't seem unnerved at that comment.
My friend had used the kilt and feminine clothing as a punishment outfit; however, we had decided to completely change their wardrobes, and with each cause for punishment their costumes would become more and more feminine. Other special punishments such as spankings, much-hated chores and the denial of certain privileges also figured into our plans.
After we explained how things were going to change, the children were sent up to the bedroom that they were sharing to see their new clothes on display. Mark was dumbstruck. He yelled at us and told us we were crazy. He flatly insisted that he wouldn't wear girls' clothes. And at that point, we hadn't even shown him some of the frilliest clothing. We had decided to save their shock value for upcoming punishment sessions.
I am not a big believer in spanking and harsh physical punishments even though that in certain situations, they can be very effective. I told the children that if they minded us in all ways that they would never get a spanking.
Then, it was time to get them dressed in their new clothes, starting with a kilt outfit complete with a tailored white cotton blouse, stretchy knee socks and black patent leather Maryjane one-strap shoes. For underneath it was a simple, silky camisole top (like a little T-shirt) and matching baby blue silken panties. Both the camisole and panties were trimmed with a delicate edging of fine white lace.
Mary was no problem even though she said all her friends would make fun of her if they ever saw her in such old-fashioned clothes. We told her if she was good, she should have no fear of being so dressed in front of her friends. I showed Mark my father's razor strap and explained that we used it in this house to strap disobedient children. He knew me well enough that I was not joking. He didn't resist being dressed in his new clothes. He kept looking at his mother, his sister and me with darting little glances. He was expecting someone to laugh at him. His sister obliged him. Mary thought it was funny seeing him standing there in just his camisole and panties. She couldn't stop laughing. When he was put into the kilt, she said he looked like a girl in a skirt with short hair.
At that Mark screamed out and tried to hit her, but she jumped out of the way. I grabbed him and told him that if he didn't stop it, I'd make him wear an even more elaborate and fancier pair of lace panties. He acted like he didn't hear me because he just kept trying to hit at his sister.
I motioned to his mother. She went into the dresser drawer and came back with a heavily frilled pair of pink panties loaded with lace up and down each side, wide pink ruffles around the leg openings, and gaudy pale green ribbon bows on the front. She held them up for Mark to see. When he saw them he stopped and stared at them. Then, he renewed his struggling. Both of us subdued him with a few sharp smacks across the bottom of his baby blue panties. With a great amount of embarrassment, he then allowed us to ***** them off him and replace them with the fancy, princess panties his mother had selected.
It was immediately explained to Mark that from then on, he would always have to wear fully fashioned, lace panties, and his panties always had to be fancier than the panties his sister was wearing. It was explained to him how his punishment worked: Every time he caused trouble, his costume would become more and more feminine. It was a stroke of genius to make him wear fancier panties than his sister because that meant that he had to be constantly aware of what kind of panties she was wearing in order to make sure that his were fancier. It also gave us the opportunity to constantly make him raise his kilt so we could check to see which pair of panties he was wearing. Of course, they were always so frilly that we couldn't resist examining them closely and rubbing our hands over the fabric, something that drove him wild!
It was summertime so the children were not in school. Mark wondered what would happen when it was time to go back to school. We took the opportunity to tease him. We told him that we might send him to a girls' school. Other times, we told him that we'd just send him to his regular school but make him go dressed completely as a girl. Poor Mark tried desperately not to cross us. He was convinced that we'd eventually stop making him wear his punishment outfits and let him return to his regular boys' clothes.
At every turn, it was clearly pointed out to Mark what his next punishment would be. So when he made a mistake, he knew exactly which new item of girlish clothing he would have to add to his daily outfit. Try as hard as he might, it only took him a few weeks to pile up enough offences for the maximum petticoating outfit. His daily costume included smoky nylons, a tight garter belt, medium-high heels, earrings (we had a lot of fun getting his ears pierced), a slightly padded teen training bra, a full-length slip, a bracelet, lipstick and mascara. We still let him wear his kilt whenever he was especially good. Whenever he asked us if he could go back to wearing trousers, we'd put him into a girlish pair of pink shorts with a side zipper. (He looks pretty funny dressed in them because in those short-shorts the tops of his nylons, his garter tabs, and even the frills on his lace panties are fully exposed).
Mark became increasingly fearful, as the school year was about to begin. The day before he had to sign up for classes, we sat him down and explained that we would allow him to return to his regular boys' clothes in order to attend school. However, he had to wear a simple little chemise and matching silk panties for underwear. He was not going to be allowed to skip gym class so he would just have to change in the bathroom stall to avoid being seen in his punishment lingerie. And, unless he got straight A's and stayed out of trouble, his school clothes would be gradually feminized. So it was up to him if he wanted to keep his feminine clothing a secret.
School has now started, and I must say that he has been exceptionally good. And we were right. Now that he's been tamed, his sister doesn't give us any trouble either. Of course, after school he has to return home immediately and put on whatever outfit we have put out for him that day. We've built quite a wardrobe of the twins. Some of the outfits each of them have had to wear recently, have included a cheerleader uniform, a maid's outfit, a First Communion dress, harem girl pajamas, and a super short mini skirt. But we still love to put them in the old-fashioned clothes from the attic. I've enclosed a photo of Mark wearing one of these outfits. It's an old prom dress that his mother wore for her eighth grade graduation way back in the 1960s. It was way too big for him, but we pinned it up to make it fit. When we forced him to pose for the picture, I insisted that he hold up the skirt and slips to show off his frilly pink and white satin panties. I hope you enjoy the picture even though he cried when I took it.
Mrs. Helen Ashmore
Wisconsin
Grandma's
Girly-Boy
My name is Helen Ashmore. I'm a widow and, until recently, living alone in the big brownstone that I've lived in my entire life. That changed last year when my oldest daughter got a divorce and I invited her and her children to move in with me. My daughter's name is Susan (married name Atkinson), and she has a set of seven-year-old twins. Their names are Mark and Mary.
Susan had been married to a man she had met at college in Pennsylvania. After graduation, he got a job at the university, and I didn't get to see them very often since I don't fly and they were over 900 miles away. Consequently, I was almost a stranger to the twins because I only was able to see them about once each year since they were born.
I looked forward to having them because, even though I have a lot of friends and nice neighbors, I was quite lonely ever since my husband passed away three years ago. Besides, I thought it would be fun to have children in the house again.
Soon after they arrived, I noticed that the twins were not very well mannered. When I asked my daughter about this, she admitted that their father had spoiled them and let them run wild. Whenever she tried to tame them down, her husband openly opposed her.
Realizing that now she was exclusively in charge of the children, she was going to take the opportunity to correct their ways. We spent a long evening talking about it. The next day, I contacted some of my lady friends and solicited their suggestions.
I am of Scottish heritage and very proud of it. I belong to a Scottish organization, and I am a very active member. One of my friends is also Scottish and a member of this organization.
After we talked a while, she told me how she used to punish her little boy. The boy was a very accomplished dancer. From an early age, he mastered some of the most difficult Scottish dances. Consequently, he was always in demand to perform at our various functions. But as he grew older he became very self-conscious about appearing in the kilt, which he regarded as girlish. Of course, he had to wear the kilt while performing, but immediately after every show, he'd hurry to change back into his regular clothes. Since he so disliked wearing the kilt, she decided it would make a good punishment uniform.
She explained how she could get him to do whatever she wanted by threatening him with wearing the kilt. If he resisted, he was forcibly put in the kilt and had to wear it until his mother told him he could change. After a while the punishment became less effective so she added a few refinements. Since her boy was always complaining that the kilt was a sissy garment, she proceeded to buy some distinctly feminine articles of clothing to add to his kilt costume. Eventually, she had him wearing sheer blouses, ruffled ankle socks, shiny girlish shoes and even a lacy slip and silken panties. Each new addition to his punishment costume worked for a time. Then, he'd slack off and she'd have to add another bit of feminine finery. However, overall, his transgressions became less and less serious and happened less and less frequently. She said that it remained an effective punishment for many years. She added that on a few occasions she even made him appear in public in his punishment clothes. But this was a rare occurrence because a dose of public exposure kept him in line for a very long period of time.
I was thrilled at hearing her story. It was so simple. Could it really be that effective? I asked her what seemed like hundreds of questions. After over an hour on the phone with her I felt like I was an expert on the subject. I couldn't wait to tell my daughter about it and suggest we do something similar to Mark.
Susan agreed with me that if we could tame Mark, Mary would also fall into line because Mark was usually the instigator of any trouble. When I explained my idea about using petticoat punishment (the term my friend used) to tame him, Susan laughed at the idea with devilish glee but readily agreed that it was worth a try.
We decided to have matching outfits for the twins. We were going to start with a kilt costume. With our Scottish heritage it was a logical first step. To the kilt we could add feminine accessories like my friend had done for her boy. The idea of feminizing Mark excited Susan. Subconsciously, I think she was striking out at her ex-husband because Mark looks exactly like his father, whom she had grown to hate. Therefore, taming and humiliating Mark would be like cutting down her ex by proxy.
That very evening, Susan and I searched through my old wardrobes and trunks in the attic. We found a lot of items she wore as a child that could be used on the twins, including some plaid kilt-like skirts and several exquisitely decorated old-fashioned dresses and pinafores.
The next day we spent all afternoon shopping, finally coming home with a carload of boxes full of delicate clothing for the unsuspecting children.
After dinner, we called Mark and Mary into the drawing room and explained that we had bought them new clothes. At this, they were quite happy but of course they hadn't yet seen what be had purchased. When we told them that frequently, they would be dressed identically, Mark must have thought that Mary would be wearing slacks to match his trousers because he didn't seem unnerved at that comment.
My friend had used the kilt and feminine clothing as a punishment outfit; however, we had decided to completely change their wardrobes, and with each cause for punishment their costumes would become more and more feminine. Other special punishments such as spankings, much-hated chores and the denial of certain privileges also figured into our plans.
After we explained how things were going to change, the children were sent up to the bedroom that they were sharing to see their new clothes on display. Mark was dumbstruck. He yelled at us and told us we were crazy. He flatly insisted that he wouldn't wear girls' clothes. And at that point, we hadn't even shown him some of the frilliest clothing. We had decided to save their shock value for upcoming punishment sessions.
I am not a big believer in spanking and harsh physical punishments even though that in certain situations, they can be very effective. I told the children that if they minded us in all ways that they would never get a spanking.
Then, it was time to get them dressed in their new clothes, starting with a kilt outfit complete with a tailored white cotton blouse, stretchy knee socks and black patent leather Maryjane one-strap shoes. For underneath it was a simple, silky camisole top (like a little T-shirt) and matching baby blue silken panties. Both the camisole and panties were trimmed with a delicate edging of fine white lace.
Mary was no problem even though she said all her friends would make fun of her if they ever saw her in such old-fashioned clothes. We told her if she was good, she should have no fear of being so dressed in front of her friends. I showed Mark my father's razor strap and explained that we used it in this house to strap disobedient children. He knew me well enough that I was not joking. He didn't resist being dressed in his new clothes. He kept looking at his mother, his sister and me with darting little glances. He was expecting someone to laugh at him. His sister obliged him. Mary thought it was funny seeing him standing there in just his camisole and panties. She couldn't stop laughing. When he was put into the kilt, she said he looked like a girl in a skirt with short hair.
At that Mark screamed out and tried to hit her, but she jumped out of the way. I grabbed him and told him that if he didn't stop it, I'd make him wear an even more elaborate and fancier pair of lace panties. He acted like he didn't hear me because he just kept trying to hit at his sister.
I motioned to his mother. She went into the dresser drawer and came back with a heavily frilled pair of pink panties loaded with lace up and down each side, wide pink ruffles around the leg openings, and gaudy pale green ribbon bows on the front. She held them up for Mark to see. When he saw them he stopped and stared at them. Then, he renewed his struggling. Both of us subdued him with a few sharp smacks across the bottom of his baby blue panties. With a great amount of embarrassment, he then allowed us to ***** them off him and replace them with the fancy, princess panties his mother had selected.
It was immediately explained to Mark that from then on, he would always have to wear fully fashioned, lace panties, and his panties always had to be fancier than the panties his sister was wearing. It was explained to him how his punishment worked: Every time he caused trouble, his costume would become more and more feminine. It was a stroke of genius to make him wear fancier panties than his sister because that meant that he had to be constantly aware of what kind of panties she was wearing in order to make sure that his were fancier. It also gave us the opportunity to constantly make him raise his kilt so we could check to see which pair of panties he was wearing. Of course, they were always so frilly that we couldn't resist examining them closely and rubbing our hands over the fabric, something that drove him wild!
It was summertime so the children were not in school. Mark wondered what would happen when it was time to go back to school. We took the opportunity to tease him. We told him that we might send him to a girls' school. Other times, we told him that we'd just send him to his regular school but make him go dressed completely as a girl. Poor Mark tried desperately not to cross us. He was convinced that we'd eventually stop making him wear his punishment outfits and let him return to his regular boys' clothes.
At every turn, it was clearly pointed out to Mark what his next punishment would be. So when he made a mistake, he knew exactly which new item of girlish clothing he would have to add to his daily outfit. Try as hard as he might, it only took him a few weeks to pile up enough offences for the maximum petticoating outfit. His daily costume included smoky nylons, a tight garter belt, medium-high heels, earrings (we had a lot of fun getting his ears pierced), a slightly padded teen training bra, a full-length slip, a bracelet, lipstick and mascara. We still let him wear his kilt whenever he was especially good. Whenever he asked us if he could go back to wearing trousers, we'd put him into a girlish pair of pink shorts with a side zipper. (He looks pretty funny dressed in them because in those short-shorts the tops of his nylons, his garter tabs, and even the frills on his lace panties are fully exposed).
Mark became increasingly fearful, as the school year was about to begin. The day before he had to sign up for classes, we sat him down and explained that we would allow him to return to his regular boys' clothes in order to attend school. However, he had to wear a simple little chemise and matching silk panties for underwear. He was not going to be allowed to skip gym class so he would just have to change in the bathroom stall to avoid being seen in his punishment lingerie. And, unless he got straight A's and stayed out of trouble, his school clothes would be gradually feminized. So it was up to him if he wanted to keep his feminine clothing a secret.
School has now started, and I must say that he has been exceptionally good. And we were right. Now that he's been tamed, his sister doesn't give us any trouble either. Of course, after school he has to return home immediately and put on whatever outfit we have put out for him that day. We've built quite a wardrobe of the twins. Some of the outfits each of them have had to wear recently, have included a cheerleader uniform, a maid's outfit, a First Communion dress, harem girl pajamas, and a super short mini skirt. But we still love to put them in the old-fashioned clothes from the attic. I've enclosed a photo of Mark wearing one of these outfits. It's an old prom dress that his mother wore for her eighth grade graduation way back in the 1960s. It was way too big for him, but we pinned it up to make it fit. When we forced him to pose for the picture, I insisted that he hold up the skirt and slips to show off his frilly pink and white satin panties. I hope you enjoy the picture even though he cried when I took it.
Mrs. Helen Ashmore
Wisconsin
By:
Patti59
Age:
51-55
,
Male
