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How did I get in this mess? Standing in a corner, with my dress, slip and
petticoat pulled up and my panties pulled down to show off what I assumed
was a very red bottom after being spanked and paddled by a women who was
very angry with me for TPing her home. To top it all off, my step-mom was
on her way to pick me up, who was about to see first hand that I'm a
cross-dresser. Wow, what a mess.
The night started out with so much promise. I had just moved into my own
apartment, far away from my step-mom whom I didn't get along with at all.
This night, like so many nights before, I put on a dress the second I got
home from work. I love to wear 50 style dresses with full skirts that
require petticoats (at least in my mind they do). I put on a black dress
with white stripes, a white petticoat, slip and camisole. My bra was pink
and matched my silk panties, a black garter belt with suntan stockings and
black high heels completed my outfit. My shoulder length hair was free
flowing and I had curled my bangs up into a nice "up flip". I was wearing
make-up with bright red lip stick to match my nails. To complete my
outfit, I was wearing large hoop sliver earrings.
One of the benefits of wearing dresses, at least for me, is it relaxes me
and it puts me in a great mood. I like to fuss around the house, cleaning,
cooking and doing laundry as I watch TV. Some times I feel like going for
a ride around town and, if it's windy, I love to stop by a park and walk
in the wind. Most of the time my thoughts tend to be a bit on the naughty
side and because I didn't have many opportunities to be wild in my past I
try to make up for it now that I'm on my own. Tonight, I really wanted to
toilet paper a house. I didn't know why, I just really wanted to. I threw
a roll of TP in my car and drove around for a while till I found a house
with all the lights out. Thinking no one was home I parked down the street
a little bit and walked up to the house. Feeling really sure no one was
home I started tossing the toilet paper over the trees and then the house.
I'd throw from the front lawn to the back and then walk around to the back
and throw it back over to the front. The house was a small ranch, so it
was easy to do. I was having a ball, the light wind blew my dress around
my legs and I loved it. However, I got caught by the homes owner, a middle
aged man and his wife when they drove in their drive way while I was in
the back yard. I tried to run, but the man caught me with out much effort,
you can't run very fast in high heels, at least I can't. Once inside their
house, I was given a choice between calling my parents or the police. I
explained that my Dad had recently passed away and as I was 19, I was
living on my own like any other adult."
"An adult, you must be joking. Adults don't go running around toilet
papering houses young lady" the wife began to scold me, "That's the sort
of thing children do, not adults. You might be 19 years old, but your
acting like a ten year old" She then asked me point blank, "so whom do we
call?" That was quite the question. If they called the police they would
take me downtown and I didn't want that. But, I really didn't have any
parents, other than my step-mom. Man, no matter what I did I was busted,
my secret would be out; I was in a spot. Since I didn't want to go
downtown, I gave her my step-mom's phone number, thinking that was the
lesser evil.
I told her my name was Stephanie Connell and my step mom's name was Pat,
whom I didn't get along with. I watched this lady dial the phone number
wondering what my step mom would think when she got this call. Would she
simply tell this lady she doesn't have a daughter named Stephanie and that
she made a mistake? Would that lead to a call to the police? All the
possibilities pointed in a direction that I didn't want to go.
"Hello; is this Pat Connell?" the lady asked.
"Hi I'm Julia Allen and I'm sitting here in my home with your step-
daughter Stephanie, who has been a very naughty young lady I'm afraid."
"That's the name she gave me, Stephanie Connell and gave me this number to
call; said you were her step mom."
"Yes, she's sitting right here, looking rather concerned. Would you like
to talk with her?"
She came over to me and handed me the phone. "She wants to talk with
you."
"Hello," I said meekly.
"So, it is you, what's this all about?"
"I'm not sure were to begin," I said.
"She said you were my step-DAUGHTER Stephanie, why don't you start there."
"It's rather difficult to explain," I said.
"Are you dressed like a girl?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You are?"
"Yes."
"Are you wearing a dress?"
"Yes."
"It's not one of mine is it?" she asked.
"No, its one of mine," I said.
"ONE of yours, I can't believe this. Is this some kind of joke?" she
asked.
"No," I said.
"Stop with the yes or no answers," she said. "This lady told me you were
'naughty' what does that mean?"
"They caught me toilet papering their house," I said.
"What?"
"I was toilet papering their house when they came home. I tried to run but
Mr. Allen caught me, they threaten to call the cops or my parents. I tried
to explain that I'm an adult and living on my own but Mrs. Allen said
adults don't go around T.P.ing peoples homes, children do and that I might
be 19 years old, but I'm acting like I'm 10," I said.
"Just to be clear on all this; you put on a dress, left your apartment and
went out to toilet paper a house. Is that about it?" she asked.
"Yes mam."
"YES MAM, that's a first. Put Mrs. Allen back on."
I did as I was told and handed Mrs. Allen the phone.
"Hello again, I'm sure this is coming as a shock to you and hard to
believe, but it's true. I had no idea she was 19 and living on her own
until she told me. To be honest, I found it hard to believe. She seemed so
much like a little girl and her action's were more that of a naughty
child, not an adult. Since she is 19, if you prefer, I can let the police
handle this. She told me you two don't get along and that her father has
passed away."
"OK then if you wish, you and I can deal with it."
"I understand; we've raised a daughter too. I can tell Stephanie has been
a hand full, sassy and disrespectful to you as her step-mother."
"My husband and I believe children need and want discipline. I realize
this is out dated, but, perhaps it's time for you and Stephanie to have a
very long talk; with her over your knee, if you get my meaning."
"It always seemed to work with our daughter."
"Age didn't matter, if she was going to act like a child, then we dressed
and treated her like one which included a spanking and corner time if she
was naughty. If she wanted to be treated like an adult, then she needed to
act like one."
"O yes, many times and trust me when I say, she had a very difficult time
sitting down afterwards. I believe the last one was when she was 24."
"OK, that would be fine, our address is 1452 Bridgeport. See you then."
She hung up the phone and turned her full attention on me.
"Your step-mother is on her way to pick you up. She should be here in a
little while. In the mean time we have the little matter of our home
having toilet paper all over it, don't we? What do you think we should do
about that?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said.
"Typical response from a child, I think you better answer again and think
real hard this time," she said.
I sat there for a little bit and then said "I don't know."
"You don't know. That's not an answer young lady."
"I don't know what else to say," I said.
"My, my, my, your step mother was right, you can be stubborn. Fine, since
you insist on acting like a child, I'll treat you like one."
She took hold of my left arm and led me over to an armless chair. I then
found myself over her lap. At first, she used her hand to spank me, but it
didn't hurt because of all the fabric covering my bottom. Soon she stopped
spanking and told me to go stand in the corner. I assumed she was
finished, but I was wrong. She only stopped long enough to get a paddle
that was hanging in the kitchen.
I was then led back over to the armless chair where she sat down and told
me to raise my skirts and lower my panties. I did so, looking at the
paddle and dreading how it was going to feel on my bare skin. I raised my
dress, petticoat and slip and lowered my panties to just below my bottom
cheeks and bent back over her lap.
"A garter belt and stockings, what were you looking for tonight my dear?"
She continued the spanking, first with her hand and then with the paddle.
The first swat was on the right side on my bottom, the second landed on my
left side, the third was on the exact middle of my bottom. This continued
for some time and it really stung. I tried to cover my bottom with my hand
but she just hit my hand and told me to place it on the floor, which I
did.
When she finish, I was told to return to the corner and leave my dress up
and my panties down and wait for my Step-mom to arrive. As I stood in the
corner, I began to wonder what Pat was going to do when she arrived. The
only thing I knew for sure, she was going to see me wearing a dress,
standing in a corner showing off a well spanked and paddled bottom.
Ten minutes later the door bell rang.
I could hear some small talk coming from the front door area and as it got
louder, my heart sank.
"I hope you don't mind, but I punished Stephanie for her behavior tonight.
I wasn't going to, but when I asked her what she thought we should do
about the mess outside, she said "I don't know." Which is an answer I hate
to hear from a child; I told her to try again but she came back with the
same answer, so I put her across my knee and paddled her.
"I would have loved to have seen that. She's had a good paddling coming
for a very long time." She then came over to the corner and addressed me.
"Having fun young LADY?" she asked.
I turned from the corner and nodded my head from side to side.
"My, my, my, this is a sight you don't see every day, a GIRL of 19
standing in the corner, with her dress up and her panties down showing off
a red bottom. You do nice work Mrs. Allen."
She walked around me taking it all in. "That outfit is a bit over the top
isn't it STEPHANIE?" she said. "Don't you think it's a bit much for
T.P.ing a house?"
I never said a word; I just stood there on the verge of crying.
"Cat got your tongue STEPHANIE? Mr. & Mrs. Allen, I'd like to apologize
for my step-daughter's behavior tonight. I'm afraid we have not been very
strict with her and this is the result. No guidelines were ever set for
her and she has been allowed to come and go as she pleases. I married her
father about 7 years ago and in that time she has never been punished. Not
even grounded for her behavior and believe me, she should have been."
"Some times it's hard to be strict with our children; especially after a
death," Mrs. Allen said.
"That's true but I don't think her father ever punished her and most
certainly not with a spankin," Pat said.
"Well perhaps that's just what she needs; from you," Mrs. Allen said.
A smile came across Pat's face as she said, "Maybe you're right; maybe I
should give her a good paddling, just like you did. She didn't put up a
fight did she?"
"Not one bit, she had it coming and she knew it," Mrs. Allen said. "And, I
think she really needs it from you; you'll both feel better."
"I'm sure I will," Pat said.
She then came over and took me by my left ear and led me over to the
armless chair. She sat down and in one swift motion, put me over her knee
and picked up the paddle. Since my bottom was already bare, she wasted no
time in going to work. Unlike Mrs. Allen, Pat paddled only the middle of
my bottom. The swats were steady and she didn't let up until at least 30
swats landed on my fanny. I was bouncing over her lap like a small child
and this paddling brought tears to my eyes. My bottom went from stinging,
to red hot, to numb.
"I feel much better," Pat said and then gave me 20 in a row before she sat
up and I fell to the floor in a heap of petticoats and tears. I started to
rub my behind, but she sternly told me to leave it alone. She took me by
my ear again and made me stand up. "Now then young lady, apologize to
these nice people for being such a naughty girl," she told me.
"I'm very sorry for any trouble I caused you tonight," I said. This caused
Pat to paddle my bottom three more times as she said, "I told you to
apologize for being such a NAUGHTY GIRL, now do as you are told."
"I'm sorry I was such a naughty girl tonight, it will never happen again,"
I said as tears ran down my face.
"Now, pull up your panties, fix your dress and go get in the car," Pat
instructed.
I did as I was told and waited in the car for about 10 min. My bottom was
so sore it was hard to sit down but I didn't dare rub it.
I watched Pat leave the house and walk to the car; she had a look about
her that told me she was enjoying this situation a great deal. She got in
the car, started the engine and backed out of the drive way without saying
a word.
"OK," she finally said, "what's this all about?
"I'm not sure I can tell you," I said.
"You better," was her reply. "And don't you lie to me; its time for truth
YOUNG LADY."
"Pat, honestly, I'm not sure I can tell you?" I said. "I'm not sure I know
myself?"
"Bull shit, its clear to me that you have been doing this for some time,
you're very good at it. Your whole look is very feminine. Your dress is
very pretty; your legs are shaved AND you walk in those high heels like a
pro. Everything you have on is feminine and in the right place and it all
matches, even your hair is feminine and fits you perfectly. So tell me the
truth or I'll pull this car over and give you another spanking."
"OK, OK, I'll tell you the truth," I said with my heart going hundred
times faster than normal. "Your right, I do this almost every day, wear a
dress that is."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since I was about five or six," I said.
"Are you gay?" she asked.
"No"
"Really?" she said.
"No, I'm not gay, not in the since that I want a boyfriend or anything
like that. I just love how a dress makes me feel. It calms me down and I
love how my legs feel in hose, and I love the look of my feet in high
heels. I love how a skirt feels as it sways back and forth across my legs
and how a slip and petticoat feel under my dress. And I love how the wind
blows my skirts around when I walk out side. It's heaven to me. I'm sorry
but I feel totally different when I wear a dress, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes I suppose I do, it's different than wearing pants, I'll give you
that," she said.
"I think so too, I really love wearing them."
"That's quite clear. But when you go out, what are you looking for"?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When girls put on make up and do their hair and put on a pretty dress and
high heels, they want someone to notice them. They want attention. Some
want it at arms length, but some want it up close and personal. So what
are you looking for?"
"I'm not really sure," I said.
"Stephanie, this isn't the first time you've be out of the house wearing a
dress, is it?"
"No. I have been out on the town a little bit."
"What do you do when you're out?"
"Well," my heart started to beat much faster. "I drive around and wish I
could go to a movie while dressed or shopping. Sometimes I try to find an
out of the way place to walk around."
"And?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I said.
"Look Stephanie, when the Allen's called me to pick up my naughty STEP-
DAUGHTER who they had just caught TPing their house I got in the car and
came over. I didn't know what I'd find when got there and when I arrived,
there you were, in a dress, standing in the corner with a freshly spanked
bottom. I could have told the Allen's the truth and let you deal with
that, but when I saw how perfect you looked, I realized this was more than
playing dress up. I think the shock of all this is over and its all in the
open know, so let's get it all out, okay. I'd rather deal with it all
right now."
"Okay, I guess I owe you that much. I do look for something when I'm out.
I want to find someone who could put me over their knee and spank me," I
said.
"Really, you want to be spanked?" she said.
"Wait, there's more. I really want to find a strong man who can give me a
good hard spanking and then make me give him a blow job." I figured at
this point I might as well let it all out.
"So, you get your self all dolled up and go out looking for some man to
spank you and then force you to give him a blow job?"
"Yes," I said.
"Did you want to be spanked by Mr. Allen and then give him a blow job?"
"Not really. At least not the blow job part, but I guess I did want him to
spank me?"
"Is that your goal when you go out, to find a man to spank you?"
"It's not always the goal, but many times yea. I look for men who are
bigger than me who can control me. If a strong man is going to spank me, I
want to feel like I can't do anything to prevent it. When I'm Stephanie,
I'm much calmer and feel very feminine. I think very young and act naughty
so someone might spank without me asking for it."
"Is that why you T.P.ed their house?" she asked. "So they'd spank you?"
"I guess so. It's never happened before so it was a surprise when she did
spank me."
"How did it make you feel?"
"Like a naughty child," I said.
"Did you feel better after ward?" she asked.
"I don't understand it but, yes, I felt much better after she did," I
said.
"Is that why you let Mrs. Allen spank you, to feel better some how?"
"I don't think I let her."
"Did you try and prevent it?" Pat asked.
"No."
"Then you let her didn't you? You wanted her to punish you?"
"Yea, I wanted one or both of them to spank me and even though the
spanking itself hurt, I felt punished for being naughty and I felt better,
like someone cared about me."
"And after I spanked you, did you feel better and cared for?"
"Well it was a surprise and a little weird. And it did make me feel like I
was a naughty 10 year old. I could tell you were mad," I said.
"I've wanted to spank you for over five years, but your Dad wouldn't let
me," she said.
"I believe I need it when I'm Stephanie but when I'm not wearing a dress,
I don't feel that way at all; only when I'm in a dress. I'm calmer and
easier going, I like to do house work, cook, and fold laundry. I like
doing everything a girl does."
"So when you're wearing a dress you don't mind cleaning and doing thing's
girls do and you want to have someone spank you in order to feel good and
cared for, is that right?"
"That's right and I'm sure you think I'm sick of something and you never
want to see me or hear from me again, so please just drop me off at my
apartment and I'll never bother you again," I said.
"Stephanie, I'll take you back to your apartment, but, when we get there
I'm going to give you another spanking. I prefer you this way and I think
it's best if you keep wearing dresses." she said. "And tomorrow morning
you and I are going back over to the Allen's. You're going to clean up all
the toilet paper from their house and yard and when you're done, I'll make
you feel cared for again. As a matter of fact YOUNG LADY, I'm going to
make sure you feel really care for from now on?"
To be continued
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