I dropped my shorts and found myself naked
Smaller, “I had been having that with you” only once. With my year in advance, I was eight at the end of CE1, and played bike with a friend in the street. Suddenly, I do not know how, we smashed against his father’s car, and there was a nice scratch on the door.
The father had gone out, furious, told us to come back and … to fool ourselves … to receive the martinet.
At that time, in many houses, including us, there was a whip, which raged on our bare asses on special occasions.
My boyfriend took off his shorts, then his panties. The mother who had arrived in the meantime, then asked me in a tone that did not admit a reply, what I expected. Ashamed, looking down, I dropped my shorts and found myself naked directly. The parents did not comment on this and we received a good beating from the father, very stinging. I pulled up my shorts, as low as possible, to hide the lowest welts inflicted by the thongs of the martinet, and returned home, without boasting of my exploits.
But the parents spoke a little later with the people they knew; second scraped naked ass, to the whip of the house for the unacknowledged scratch. But a few days later I could see that my friend did not have any more underpants. Apparently, Mom had convincing arguments; he and his little brother, in this approaching summer, did not put any more, even to go to school.
I was jealous, but Mom had been inflexible that year for school; one morning that I had put the subject on the carpet, citing their example once again, she checked even before I left, if I had a slip. But the verse was in the fruit … The following year, secretly, I started, without saying anything to put on some slip, some days. It was in high school, sixth, that mom understood, after letting me leave one day with my underwear on me, but without a spare.
“And you, Babette,” continued Mamma, “do you wear panties to go to high school?” I hardly see any more of you in dirty business any more. “.
“I put on the days when I have my ragnagna, and for sport. ”
” What a family ! Finally, anyway, I’m the same! She sighed. “Let’s not talk about it, do what you want, you’ll see!” “.
I took my new leather pants and put it on. She was definitely too tall at the waist, especially fur. I had trouble with the new buttonholes, and I saw that my sister was laughing at the sight of my zizi who was wandering right and left. I could finally close the flap and adjust the buckles of the straps to the minimum in front. For me who had never had one, the suspenders created a totally different feeling with a belt. Especially, the panties, although too large, remained in place when I moved during this first fitting. Even on the skin of the chest, one felt at once free and well harnessed, as safe, well in his clothes. I understood all the interest of these straps and plastron.
And there I immediately felt good in this new panties under which I was more free than any other shorts. There was something erotic about it all. Almost instantly, I began to bend, like when I tried Dieter’s panties. I quickly put over my shirt, the round was played, nothing to see, but mom was not fooled. She passed her hand behind, in the panties and said gently caressing my buttocks: “Fortunately there are the suspenders, otherwise you would lose it! Before returning with his hand in front.
“On this side, it’s going pretty well! “. It seemed like an eternity. . Finally mom moved away and gave me a small slap sound on the leather that enveloped my ass. “She is too big for you,” she said, stepping back to see me a little further, “but given the style, and especially with the suspenders, finally, it fits well in the crotch, it te give a bit of thickness and it suits you pretty well. It’s sport, it’s pretty. That should make you use it a long time. “I was thrilled.
I went out into the garden, and after a few steps, I felt the need to raise the lower leg in reverse, by taking their laces, so that it is shorter, as was often Dieter. . My sister that I had not seen coming, my surprise from behind, and put a big slap that slammed loudly on the leather. “Are you going to be brother? ”
In the evening at dinner time, Dad said that my panties fit me well and that I had to be telling. Indeed, I was!