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sence of ladies and girls, my dear. insists upon wearing it, because he loves the protection it gives him."

"What a perfectly charming idea," Mrs. SMythe coded. "May I examine it a little more closely?"

"Why, certainly," his aunt agreed. "Gerald, go over to Mrs. Smythe, and keep your skirts up around your waist."

wailed.

"But, Aunty, it's not decent!" he

"GERALD !!!!! "

It

"Yes, Aunty. Gerald walked over to where Mrs. Smythe was sitting, wondering what further indignities he must suffer at her hands.

Mrs. Smythe had Gerald stand right in front of her as she stroked and caressed the captive symbol within its sheath. In spite of himself, Gerald responded with a certain rigidity inside the sheath.

"How utterly fascinating!" Mrs. Smythe exclaimed, giving the captive flesh a little friendly squeeze, deepening Gerald's blush. "I must see how the little garment works,"

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So saying, she reached for the little button at once side of his drawers, undid it, and lowered his panties down about his knees. She clapped her hands in delight in seeing the little network of ribbons and bows that secured the penis petticoat to its victim. Then she gave it another caressed, squeezed his little sac in a friendly kind of way, and restored Gerald's panties to their proper adjustment.

"What a darling little device!" she 'said finally, patting him on his pantied bottom.

"Oh, please, Aunty, may I lower my skirts now?" Gerald asked anxiously, fearing Mrs. Smythe might do even more shocking things to him.

His aunt waved her assent, and he restored them to their proper position with a rush of sibilance, smoothing them out carefully. He knew that the slightest little wrinkle in his skirts would bring prompt and painful retribution.

"How perfectly sweet!" the hateful Mrs. Smythe said in delight.

His aunt pointed to an especially uncomfortable straight-backed chair. "You may sit there!" she commanded.

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