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ting there reading or something. I looked at the clock. It was four o'clock and I figured I had about forty-five minutes before I would have to change.

My grandmother suddenly called to tell me my father was here to pick me up. He had gotten out of work early but at the time I did not know why. I could only think of getting out of my aunts room because I was warned before about going in there and snooping around and she did not like it. I forgot about the panties I had on until I went downstairs and sat in a chair. Then I felt the silky smooth- ness of them. I tried to think of an excuse to go back to my aunts room to remove the panties. Even if I thought of one I probably would not have had a chance to use it because my father was in a hurry.

It only takes about three minutes to go from my grandmothers house to mine, but it seemed like hours that night. When I walked in the house my mother was also home from work. She told me to get undressed and get in the tub as my water was already waiting. We were supposed to go out to eat with some friends. I started to hold my stomach and said I didn't want to go. My mother said "You are going." and started to undress me. When she undid my trou- sers and dropped them, her face dropped too. As I look back on it, it is kind of funny because she had a different expression with each pair of panties she took off. It was the first time my mother ever gave me a serious spanking. I don't think I could sit for a week.

She told me if she ever caught me again she would dress me completely as a girl and let all my friends and relatives see me. This idea thrilled me and I thought about purposely getting caught so she would. I think she would have too, because she was a woman of her word. I later decided against it however, because I figured there would be a lot of embarrasment for me. Now I feel I should have. I did not dress up for a long time after that.

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