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MY BROTHERS PUNISHMENT
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My brother and I were very young when I had the experience of seeing a
neighbors daughters dress washed and hanging out on the line to dry. Having
no sisters and getting to the age where I was curious about girls and the strange
collection of clothing they wore how they did their hair and in general goofiness,
I confided to my brother that it might be fun to play dress-up with it. We would
both share playing house as I did with many of my friends, both male and
female, generally doing the father role, and it was generally accepted by
neighborhood policy of the kids that we would all grow into our proper gender
roles as father or mother, but when my one year younger brother and I played it,
by virtue of being the oldest, I usually played the father role and he, the mother
and a little doll who filled in for the child.
We agreed that sometimes we would trade roles and it seemed to satisfy a
social need in our boyhood through trading places. But on the urge of curiosity
as well as foolishness, I jumped over the backyard fence and snatched Jills dress
off the line and bounced back over to our yard before I could be seen. I put it
into a box and hid it in our closet and would look at it with glowing eyes and
wonderment and the feel of the fabric it was made of. The light peach color was
fascinating to me, the lace and ruffles around the sleeves drove me to want to
putting it on. Finally I sat in her dress and felt rather funny, that's when my
brother came in and started laughing his head off. I warned him that I had taken
the dress with all intent of putting it back but had taken it several days before.
That's when we both overheard Jill's mother down stairs talking to our
parents about the missing dress. Mom said she hadn't seen it but would keep a
watch for it. Dad scoffed that at least we had two SONS! Didn't have to put up
with loosing little girls dresses!
My brother and I ran into our bedroom and closed the door, fearing our kept
secret would be revealed and found out. Now that the dress had been reported
missing, I couldn't exactly just jump back over the fence and put it back.
Nothing more was said and we never heard directly about the dress from
anybody so we felt more comfortable. I took it to the playhouse, my brother
and I had a most secret place that nobody entered at all. We lit candles although
we knew it was terribly wrong and put newspapers on the ground to keep our
floor clean. We secretly waited until mom and dad would leave then we would
take out the dress and look at it closely. My brother Rex didn't want anything to
do with the dress. He wasn't a girl and thought having it around jinxed us. I
scoffed at the idea and told him the dress was a bit like a secret treasure. Now
that we knew adults wanted it badly, that a search was out for it, made it even
more important to keep secret and treat it like a gold treasurer chest. I had put it
on and he had seen me and I had done so from time to time feeling very tingling
about it and very fearful of being caught. I warned him to keep quite about our
find, lest we be the laughing stock of the school and he promised, crossed his
heart and hoped to die.
Rex and I played a variety of games in the playhouse, but when we became
bored we fell back to the old standard of playing house imitating our parents and
pushed Rex to put on the dress which he reluctantly did but wanted to take it off
before we were really finished.
I came home from school one day and the house had a kind of horrid smell
and as I followed the odor, it took me to the kitchen where Jill was getting a
home permanent from Jill's mother with my mother helping. I recognized what
they were doing and was quickly pushed aside and asked to leave, seeing her
head covered with pink plastic curlers. She had been crying and was fighting
terribly and I felt really sorry for her, but knew permanents were girls and
women's doings and something boys and men didn't go through. I didn't think
it was right for them to do that to her and I bitterly confided my findings to my
brother who agreed. Together we snuck back into the kitchen a bit later. The
women had gone upstairs as my eyes fell on the gobs of soaking wet plastic
curlers laying silently in the sink. I looked around and then shoved seven or
eight of them into my pocket and rushed back to the playhouse to show Rex.
We looked the curlers over with amazement and could still smell the odor
coming from them. These were indeed a terrific find and worthwhile
discovery. My brother wondered about Jill since she and he were the same age.
I told him not to worry, She's a girl and that's girl stuff. Contented we put the
tiny curlers with the dress and hid it away. Not long after, we both saw Jill with
tight curly hair and joked about it to ourselves but could tell she was really
devastated with the results.
A few days later Rex and I were playing house and I made him put the dress
on. Its your turn, he fussed, I wore it last time. But I told him I had something
fun to try out and finally I got him to put the dress on over his clothes. I told
him to sit on the wooden crate and lit a few candles to see better. Once I had
him sitting down I got out the plastic curlers and wanted to pretend I was giving
him a permanent like Jill. At first he balked, then he started to argue and cry.
With mom and dad just inside the house, I tried to get him to just let me put a
couple in his hair. I grabbed a hunk of hair and tried to wrap it onto a curler as I
had seen Jill's mother doing. I fumbled but finally managed to get three in
Rex's hair when he once again began screaming. He got up and shoved me and
as I fell I knocked over the candle. Flames rushed at us as Rex ran through the
door screaming. I rushed for the garden hose but my dad got there first and
within a matter minutes the flames were out. Suddenly I realized we were in a
whole lot of trouble. It was bad enough we were playing with fire but there was
my brother dressed in a little girls dress with curlers in his hair. Mom yelled
where did you get that dress as she grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him
to the ground. My dad held me by the waist of my pants and asked where did
your brother get that dress. That's Jill's missing dress my mother screamed
They both looked at me for and explanation but I was crying too hard to answer.
My Dad kept whacking me on the butt as my mother told him the dress was
ruined. It was my dad who wanted to know where the curlers came from.
Mom asked if I took them the other day when they gave Jill a home permanent.
I nodded my head. Dad told us we were both going to be punished and to get
into the house. Mom took Rex into the kitchen while dad held me captive in
the living room. He wanted to know the whole story but all I could do was cry.
He had assumed that since Rex was wearing the dress, it must have been his
idea and he must have taken it. All I could do was nod in agreement. When the
dust finally settled they both concluded that we were playing house and Rex was
the mommy and wanted to do everything girls do. With all the confusion, Rex
turned out to be the bad guy. Suddenly, things went crazy. They
misunderstood what I had said. Now they had Rex guilty on confession of
stealing the dress, his confession to putting on the dress and me saying that I
had taken the curlers to put them in his hair. In just a few moments it was all
over.
Well Young man, it you want your hair curled so badly, then that's what
you'll get! Rex started crying. He didn't want that. He was sorry! I tried to
say something, but they pushed me away and told me to leave the room. I sat in
the other room and listened as Rex's sentence was given out. In the next couple
of days Jill's mother would come over and help give Rex a little girls home
permanent! I shook in horror hearing these words. I knew boys didn't get
permanents like girls did. This would ruin him for life. He cried terribly but
they wouldn't listen to him.
Dad came in and told me for playing with fire, no more clubhouse, no more
bicycle for two weeks. My blood ran cold and shivers ran up and down my
back. This wasn't his idea! But, I couldn't speak. All I could think of was
how horrible it would be for him. Thinking how Jill had cried when she got her
permanent and she was a girl.
I punched him out later when I saw him asking why he didn't rat on me? He
said he SWORE that he wouldn't tell on me. Moms going to give you a
permanent. I know. She's going to curl your hair! he said nothing. Tears
swelled up in his eyes and he wanted to be left alone. He ran off to his room
and locked the door. The next day at school, Jill had told everyone of Rex's
impending punishment. Everyone teased him calling him a sissy and a pansy. I
heard horror stories of frizzy hair and girlycurls and girls being devastated like
Jill was. One snotty girl told Rex she had been given a home permanent and
couldn't get a comb through it for weeks because it was so curly. She also told
him her cousin recently got one from her aunt and her hair went from straight to
kinky. I tried to protect him as best as I could but I was relieved it wouldn't be
me getting my hair curled. Rex was taking my punishment. There was no way
he could know the guilt I was feeling. Although I didn't want my hair curled,
in a strange sort of way, I was almost envious of Rex. I tried in vain to get my
dad to stop the punishment, but there was no budging him.
A few days later at dinner, nobody talked. My brother kept his dead down
when mom told us all she'd purchased a Tonette home permanent for little girls
this afternoon. My blood ran cold. Rex said nothing. Mom seemed to take
particular pleasure with Rex's reaction. Dad joked that tomorrow at this time
Rex will look a lot different. Well have a daughter in the family.
Later that night with everyone in the living room watching TV, I sneaked into
the kitchen on the pretense of getting a drink of water. There is was sitting in
the dim light, Tonette Home Permanent for Little Girls. Terrified, it seemed to
delight in intimidating me. Finally I could resist no longer and opened it up and
dug my fingers into it pulling out a glass bottle of pink liquid and a sheet of
instructions. I tried to read it quickly but I couldn't make out the works in the
dim light. All I could think of was my brother was in this mess because of me.
I didn't see my brother all day and got home in late afternoon from ball
practice. My nose quirked at the strange order. It was a strong hideous smell
that I suddenly recognized as being from the permanent. I was almost overcome
with the smell and wanted to gag. I seemed to be unnoticed but heard my
brother crying and complaining. I could hear female voices in the kitchen and
climbed behind the couch to get a better look without being seen. I saw my
brother under great duress waving his hands and sobbing as mom stood over
him putting the lotion on this head. I couldn't believe what I saw. Rex's head
was covered with tiny pink plastic curlers. They were rolled in perfect rolls all
over his head. The women talked and belittled him telling him how curly his
hair would be now and what a little sissy boy he was. Mom told him when they
got through he would look just like a little girl like that day in the clubhouse.
She finished soaking his curlers and they glistened brightly from the lotion. He
really did look like a sissy. Very embarrassing for him and very uncomfortable
for me.
Suddenly I realized that my penis was getting quite stiff as I lay face down on
the floor watching my brother. I tried to relax the feeling in my cock as it had
never been stiff like this before. My mom went out in the back yard and brought
my dad in the kitchen. Today instead of two sons, I have one son and a new
daughter. My brother held his curlered head down. Jill's mother took the towel
from his shoulders and made him stand up. I almost screamed in disbelief. Rex
was standing there wearing little girls panties with flowers on them. This was
going too far. It was like he was tied up with humiliation instead of ropes. A
kind of curler bondage. They took him over to the sink, rinsed his curlers, put
a towel over his head and sent him to his room.
I managed to scoot myself back from behind the couch and get outside where
I pulled my pants down behind the bushes. I touched the white sticky cream
that had shot from my little penis. This was overwhelming. I didn't know what
to make of it. I went back into the kitchen and once again the smell was
horrible. Mom was cleaning up. The Tonette box still on the counter and the
towels on the floor. I was anxious to see Rex and his new curls. Mom told me
he was being punished and he was to stay in his room until dinner and to leave
him alone.
Rex's door was open a crack and I peeked in. He was sitting on the bed
obviously emotionally exhausted. His hair was still rolled in the pink curlers
with a hairnet holding them in tightly. They made him wear a yellow dress with
lots of petticoats, ankle socks with ruffles and black patent leather shoes. I
figured they must have been Jill's. Mom called out that dad was home and to
get ready for supper. I arrived at the table wondering if Rex would show his
face. We waited for him in silence as Dad called out, Oh Rexie, please come
down to dinner. All through dinner I couldn't look at him. There was this
strange person sitting in Rex's chair in a yellow dress and pink curlers.
In the morning, just before church, mom got Rex up. He wore only the pink
flowered panties and the pink curlers. She took him into the bathroom and I
waited near the door trying to catch a glimpse of them. When he finally came
out, Rex's blond hair was a cascade of tight ringlets all over his head. I didn't
recognize him at first. He didn't have to wear the dress to church but as soon as
we got home the yellow dress went back on. For a month he had to wear the
dress while he was at home. Mom pinned his hair up in bobbi pins each night
and he slept with the hairnet and panties on.
Finally, after a month my dad decided the punishment was over. He took
Rex to the barber shop and got him a short crewcut. I often masturbated over
seeing mom put the lotion on Rex's curlered head. Seeing him in panties and
the yellow dress looking just like a little girl. Rex never blamed me for the mess
I'd gotten him into and it didn't seem to have nearly the long term impact on him
as it had on me.
The years went by but the thought of seeing my brother dressed as a sissy
with a little girl home permanent in his hair never left me. Every time I beat off
I imagined myself the one being given the permanent in the yellow dress,
petticoats and panties. I guess this was because of the guilt I carried all those
years. Every time I passed the beauty section of the drug store I checked out the
little girl perms. Every time I walked through the department store I was drawn
to the little girl dresses and panties.
After High School I was on my own but the fantasy followed me. I came
across a couple of fetish magazines. One had pictures of men dressed as
women. Another showed a man being sissified by a mistress. In the pictures,
he was dressed in panties and a training bra. His nails were painted and he had
a tampon shoved up inside his butt pussy hole. The mistress was giving him a
home permanent. This magazine stayed with me for years and I continuously
beat off fantasizing it was me in the pictures. I was trapped in a fantasy world.
The AD said it all! I had looked through classifieds of various adult
magazines for months before I came across the one which would change my
life. I SPECIALIZE IN PUNISHMENTS Do things as a kid you should have
been punished for? I spank, dominate, dictate your punishment and force you to
submit... Daddy. I wrote a letter to him wondering what it would bring. I told
him briefly the incident in my childhood which forced my brother to getting an
unjustified punishment. Perhaps he would write to me and Id have to do things
as he wanted. I had no idea what to expect or what Id be getting into.
Daddy was about 40 years old and good looking although Id never thought
of a man as good looking before. He wore a flannel shirt and jeans and looked
very masculine. He calmed my fears about being there and asked me to give
him more information of my brothers permanent. He laughed a bit saying he
knew of boys who had gotten permanents as kids but never as wrongly done as
that. Usually their mothers wanted them with curls they weren't born with!
There natural curls came from a box. He went on to say he had men tell him
horrible experiences with their mothers curling their hair as little boys. Most of
these he said had been done to them in grade school and now wanted to
recapture the feelings from the experience.
After telling him all I knew or could remember about my brothers experience
and the feeling of guilt for those many years and finally coming clean with them
but not being able to understand the truth. He also asked me about sex. I told
him I had little experience other than jacking off with pictures of guys getting
their hair curled.
He led me into his bedroom. My legs quaked a bit, but then realized he had
something else in mind. Just like in the magazine, Daddy ordered me to strip
and place all my boy cloths in a bag. He then gave me a pair of pink cotton
panties and a bra to wear. I began to feel like Rex as I stood there being stripped
of my masculinity. I was ordered into the kitchen which was set up like a home
beauty parlor and there on the counter was a Tonette Little Girl home permanent
which I knew had my name on it. I suddenly began to have second thoughts
and tried to tell Daddy I'd changed my mind. Before I knew what happened, he
had yanked my panties down around my ankles, pulled me across his lap and
began paddling my butt. He told me I started the fire, I stole the dress, I put
Rex's hair in curlers and then I lied about it. Now I was really going to be
punished!
He dragged me to the sink and started shampooing my hair. He was really
rough with me and told me if I didn't do exactly as I was told he was going to
paddle me again. He sat me down at the kitchen table (Just like Rex) and began
rolling the perm curlers in my hair. He was very methodical and rolling them
very tight. He explained to me he was using Toni Spin Curlers which would
make my hair extremely tight and curly. They were the same pink curlers Rex
had in his hair and I remembered how curly his hair turned out.
The roll up took quite a while and as he set my hair he told me about his
childhood experience. His mother was a single parent and resented having a
boy instead of a little girl. So, from the time he was born until high school,
Daddy was treated just like a little girl by his mother. His hair was curled, he
wore dress and petticoats and no one knew until much latter that he was actually
a boy. Having withstood the embarrassment his whole childhood, he took great
pleasure in turning me into a sissy. The more he talked, the tighter the curlers
got. When his mother died, Daddy was sent to a foster home. His foster
mother ran a beauty parlor out of her home and she made Daddy work in the
shop. Occasionally a mother would bring her little boy in for a set of a perm.
Now I understood why he was so good at putting the curlers in my hair.
About an hour later he finished and let me look in the mirror. God did I look
like a sissy. I had never seen myself like this before. He had set all my hair in
perfect rows of little pink spin curlers. I wasn't really nervous until he reached
for the little box sitting on the counter. I recognized it immediately as the
Tonette Little Girl Home Permanent. As he began reading the directions, I
blushed a deep shade of red. Tonette children's home permanent is designed
especially for little girls and offers you three degrees of curl for a variety of
hairstyles. The timing process gives you basic body, curved curl or curly curl.
The choice is your to make in advance and shell love the results. He informed
me he'd be following the directions for a tight curly curl. He threw the
directions down in front of me and I could see the pink folder with sketches of a
little girl getting her hair permed.
Next he put a pink plastic cape around my shoulders and pinned it at my
neck. He took out a long roll of cotton and wedged it along the rows of curlers
across my forehead , over my ears and secured it at the neckline explaining that
this was to keep the waving lotion from dripping. He turned his back to me for
a few minutes and then I caught the first whiff of the smelly lotion. I
remembered the smell clearly and my dick stood straight out from my panties.
As he poured the lotion into an applicator bottle he cocked my head down and
told me now I was really going to be punished. That I was finally going to get
the punishment I deserved. With that he started soaking the curlers. I could feel
it soaking in and then I began to gag from the smell just as I had done when Rex
got his perm.
The longer the lotion stayed on the warmer it got, almost like a burning
sensation. I complained about the heat but was told to keep my head down and
my eyes closed. My head felt like it was on fire. He again cocked my head
forward and started saturating the curlers on top of my head. I told him I
couldn't deal with this and that Id changed my mind. He said it was too late and
that if I moved now my hair would burn off. I sat quietly with tears welling up
in my eyes. He continued soaking all my curlers until the Tonette waving bottle
was empty. He once again read from the directions out loud so I could hear
him, Wait 30 minutes, now let your little girls hair dry on the curlers covered
with a plastic turban for 6 hours or overnight. We recommend the overnight
method however the turban should be removed after 6 hours. He laughed at me
and told me I'd better get use to the curlers and the smell because they were
going to be in for quite a while. I thought this was about as embarrassing as it
could get. Boy was I in for a shock!
Daddy told me to go into the bedroom and put my jeans on because we had to
go. When I asked go Where! he replied, Out to eat. I couldn't believe this. He
expected me to go to McDonalds with my hair in a little girls permanent. I
begged not to do this to me but he got the paddle out again and told me to get
dressed or he'd take me dressed in only panties.
As we entered the brightly lit restaurant I was OK until I caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror. I just wanted to die. I started hearing smirks and giggles
and comments directed towards me. I placed my order and ran for a table in the
back. I didn't eat much. I kept thinking a thousand eyes were staring at me.
Suddenly Daddy looked at me and said in a rather loud voice, Now that you've
had your permanent, how tight and curly do you think your hair will be? I
didn't reply. He told me he was sure my head was going to be filled with tight
springy, frizzy curls as he continued to laugh at me. I had never been so
humiliated in all my life.
When we returned to the house, he told me it was time to get ready for bed. I
was escorted to the bathroom where he had a tub of hot water waiting for me.
He proceed to give me a bubble bath. Once again my cock jumped to attention
as he slipped his soapy finger into my butt hole. He told me this was my girl
pussy and I should get use to having it played with. After a while it actually felt
good. After the bath he dressed me in a nightie and a clean pair of panties. He
adjusted my hairnet making sure the curlers were secure then told me to get into
bed. He reached over and hugged me then ran his hands down my body finally
grabbing my throbbing cock. Be for I knew what happened he through my legs
over my curlered head until they touched the pillow. This left my butt sticking
right up in the air. Again he started massaging my pussy hole with his finger
then told me that tonight I was really going to be a girl because he was going to
fuck me just like a girl.
He kept ramming his cock in and out of my butt for what seemed like hours.
I had never done anything like this before and my ass felt like it was on fire.
When I pleaded with him to stop, whacked me on the ass and told me to shout
up. Finally he shot his load of man juice inside me. As he let my legs down I
could feel it dripping from my pussy hole. He was right, I really did feel like a
girl now.
The next morning he reached over and fingered my pussy hole again. I
tightened up and he told me to relax, no time for fucking this morning. He
smiled and said, punishments over sissy boy, lets get those curlers out.
Fin
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