My Sister's Panties

from: Fred

When I was just a sprout of about 8 I really started noticing my sisters underwear was different than my own. This was in the 50's when girl's of about 12 or so started wearing "big girl" underwear. For one thing hers had no flap in the front and felt like silk! (They were nylon or acetate I forget which). I was also fascinated with her petticoats, which were very full, very frilly, and very "girlish".

One day when she wasn't home I snitched a pair of her panties, They were pink with lace across the bum. They later called them rhumba panties. Well I felt them for a while and decided to feel what they felt like on, so stripping off my trousers and underpants a put them on. They were too big, but not awfully so. I admired myself in the mirror for a while and then fell on the bed gigling to myself. I started bouncing up and down while laying face down! After a while I got a real good feeling "down there" ( Actually had an orgasm at age 8, no ejaculation, just a great feeling). In my childish mind I, of course, attributed this to the panties.

I proceeded, for the next few years, to purloin my sisters panties and those of my friends sisters, whenever I could! I also progressed from wearing just the panties to "dressing up" whenever I had the chance. I got rather bold since I appeared to be getting away with it!

About the time I was 11 my mum and sis were going shopping and I was to be left alone for a few hours. When they had left I immediately went up to the attic (where my colection was hidden) and, I remember this like it was yesterday, put on a pair of blue lacy panties, petticoat and white dress that used to belong to my sister. I then went back downstairs to play in the living room for a while before attending to other matters.

As luck would have it my good fortune ran out that day! Mum had forgotten her purse and just as I got to the bottom of the landing the front door opened and in walked mum and sis! Its hard to say which of us was the most surprised! My sister gave me the strangest look, but mum grabbed me by the neck and dragged me out onto the porch ( I fought her all the way to no avail). She proceeded to bend me over the porch rail and flipped up my skirts, showing my little panties! She gave the most exasperated sound and started to paddle my bum with her hand. After a few minutes she told my sis to get her the strap. Now, I don't know if any of you have been struck with a razor strap, but it ain't fun! She practically melted the material of those little panties with that strap with me screaming and carrying on. "I only have one girl in this house!" Mom was yelling. Meanwhile, I had gotten to the point where the spanking no longer hurt and weirdly started to feel good. I was getting quite excited by all this and, probably on that day, became a devout "spankophile"

Whether spanked or spanker didn't matter at all! Thank god that there were few neighbors on our street and I didn't know any of them as they had no children!

My sister, meanwhile was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn't stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sisters skirts and show her panties (little flowered ones) and started to spank her, saying, "you think this is funny? I'll show you its not funny!" and things like that.

Wow! A real girls bum in panties right in fromt of me! OK, it was my sister, but it was a real bum in real panties! It was almost more than I could stand! Anyway my sister got real mad at me, 'cause she got a spanking over me, and to make matters worse said she was going to tell all my mates at school that I was dressed up as a little girl, and wearing panties! I begged her not to and we made a deal, she wouldn't tell and would get to spank me sometime in the future!

After a year went by I forgot all about it, and continued to wear girl's clothes whenever I was sure I wouldn't get caught. I hid them out in the large storage shed in back of the house. It had two stories and was quite old so no-ne but me went up to the second level!

Mom, I thought, had quite forgotten the whole cross-dressing incident after I apologized and told her I just wanted to see what it felt like to wear all those frilly clothes! I guess she just wanted to believe me.

It was on a Friday afternoon, when I got home, and discovered I was alone. There was a note from mom saying she would be "quite late" and that so would Judith (sis). I decided to go to the shed and play. I dressed and proceeded to do the things I would do and was really lost in my own world when I heard a noise behind me! Oh gosh, it was sis!

"I th-th-thought you w-w-were gona be l-l-late", I stammered! "Practice was called off", she said with a smirk, "and now its time for you to honor your part of the deal!" she said. "I'm going to spank you, just like momma" "Please, no!" I begged. "I'll do anything else you want, but please don't spank me!"

Well, begging didn't help and she made me go back to the house with her, where she got the strap and proceeded to whale my bum 'til I was screaming like a banshee! I was making so much noise, neither of us heard the front door open.

It was our nearest neighbor Mrs. Smyth. She had heard me screeching from a 1/8 mile away and thinking I was alone came to check! Anyway she was flabbergasted. Here was a red-faced boy of 12 wearing a dress and panties being spanked by a much larger girl of 16 who happened to be his sister, wearing a dress that was far too small for her (it was last year's and she had grown some) so that every time she bent forward "her" panties were showing.

"Stop that!", she yelled, and sis who 'til then hadn't noticed her, jumped about a foot in the air, and spun around at the same time, giving me a lovely view of her panties, but I was in no shape to enjoy it at the time. I think she was intent on literally seeing if nylon will melt if enough friction is applied to it! I jumped up also and both of us said "Mrs. Smyth!" at the same time, as if this were a very astute observation!

I was trying my best to shrink into the carpet, wish my clothing was a bit more masculine in appearance, and pull up my very non-masculine panties at the same time! "What in the name of the Lord is going on here?" looking back and forth at us. I, meanwhile got my panties up, but, unfortunately, was in an excited state and the dress got caught in the waistband of the panties, so it was quite noticable!

"I am going to have to tell your mum about this!", she yelled. "Now both of you go stand in different corners." She would brook no arguments, and the strap was clearly visable there on the floor!

Well, about an hour later, mum came home, and, of course the first thing she saw was a grim faced Mrs. Smyth and her daughter and son (complete in drag) standing in corners.

Mrs. Smyth gave mom her impressions and they were that it wasn't just a spanking, it was something sexual and perverted and dirty and . . . here she ran out of adjectives! By then both sis and I were crying, knowing we were going to die. Whether from embarrassment or from being thrown in the nearest rock quarry we didn't know but we knew we were dead!

Mum and Mrs. Smyth talked for a while in low tones so we couldn't hear. Mum then told us to both come over there, which we did and asked us what was going on! She appeared entirely too calm. We both started to stammer at once saying we wern't doing anything dirty and tried to explain about the promise I had made, knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it!

At that Mrs. Smyth piped in with "How do you explain the fact that you were all excited, then?" "Shut-up you old biddy," I thought! "Yes, how do you explain that, little girl?" my mum asked. Now, do any of you know how embarrassing it is to explain to three females one a neighbor, one your sister, one your mum that you get excited wearing girls clothes, without telling them you get excited wearing girls clothes? I didn't mention that getting spanked by a pretty young female while wearing those clothes was absolute heaven. (especially since the female in question was a very close relative) Hey I may be a TV but I ain't a dumb TV.

After mum listened to us carry on for a while she said: "Well, we;re getting nowhere with this - Mrs Smyth, would you care to take a hand in the handing out of discipline?" Mrs Smyth agreed, and it was decided that she would use here hand on me (maybe they felt sorry for me, yeah right) and mum would use the strap on sis!

Sis was pushed over the arm of the settee and her dress flipped up. I was in the same position but over Mrs. Smyth's knee. Looking right at my sis's panty covered bum, she got hers while I got mine! I soaked my panties - Mrs Smyth didn't say anything but she noticed! How I found out she noticed is anotther story, since this is about mum spanking and not neighbor spanking!

No, I never gave up loving dressing up. No, my sister never got a chance to spank me again. Yes, I got caught again, but not by mum. Yes, I still love being and giving spanks.

My lovely bride of these 35 years also is into "love-spanking" and we sometimes play out mum and child, with both of us taking different roles at different times! Sometimes I'm the mum, sometimes I'm the child,.

But, always I'm the female!

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