Tricked Into Feminization

Part 5

In the neighbour's living room they were invited to sit. Frank wasn't sure what to do with his handbag. His mother suggested just putting it on the floor beside his chair. Frank leaned forward to place it there.

"Oh my word!" the neighbour remarked. Frank froze. He turned around. She was smirking. His mother said "I warned you to be careful Frances!" She looked at the neighbour. "Well, you know what you have to do." She was unsure. "Really?" "It's the only way she'll learn." "Very well then."

The neighbour sat in her chair. His mother nudged him towards her. He wanted to die again as he tottered over to her. She wouldn't, would she? She reached out to him and steered him to the side of her knees.

She made him bend over her knees. He saw Angela move around behind him to get the best view. There followed prolonged rustling of petticoats as the lady pushed them up over his back to clear the space. His view was back under her legs of the pink frills on his ankle socks as his feet dangled on the other side.

Slap! Her hand came down on his bottom. "How many?" she asked. There was a long pause before anyone answered. Long enough for Frank to consider how the scene looked from their point of view. His yellow, white laced panties in the air, his lacey tights below that and the underside of his petticoats, resting on his back.

"I think six is traditional", his mother said. Frank twitched as each blow was struck. It wasn't so painful actually. He supposed the layers of lace and the tights under his panties cushioned the blows somewhat. Far worse was the humiliation of being put over a neighbour's knees with his frilly panties fully exposed.

Five spanks and it was nearly over. But there was an agonizingly long pause. Did he hear her take a drink of water or something before the last spank? Just when he thought it wasn't coming he was whacked again.

She helped him straighten up and he desperately pushed his petticoats down at the back. "Now let that be a lesson to you young lady!" his mother scolded. Frank looked suitably chastened as he studied the carpet.

"Now thank the lady and curtsey." Frank frowned. What was a curtsey? He saw Angela mime one behind the neighbour. He clutched his petticoats either side, held them out and tried to mimic the leg movement Angela had demonstrated. "Thank you." "Your welcome. Anytime", the lady chuckled. Frank walked to his seat and sat very carefully smoothing his petticoats under his bottom.

The ladies chatted over their tea while Frank sat demurely in is seat, a napkin protecting his dress from crumbs. It seemed like ages as the women chatted on and on. Eventually it was time to go. Frank stood up, carefully smoothing his petticoats down, especially at the back. He walked across the room. Angela called to him. "You're forgetting something."

Frank turned to see her pick up his handbag. She threw it to him very high. Frank instinctively reached up to catch it. He managed to hold it in his hands but cringed as he realized what had happened. He turned to see his mother and the neighbour frowning at him. He sighed heavily.

The neighbour went over and sat in her chair. Frank's shoulders sagged but he walked over and leaned over her lap submitting to his punishment. She pulled his petticoats up over his back again. "Twelve this time", his mother instructed. Frank bit his lip as the spanking proceeded just grateful again for the slight cushioning effect of the frills on his panties and the tights beneath.

He was relieved to get home without further incident. His mother and aunt looked him up and down. "Well at least you kept your clothes clean and didn't get into any nasty boyish behaviour", his mother told him. "Yes, we should dress him like this all the time!" his aunt added. Frank winced. It wasn't fair. When he was bold he was told he would have to spend a week in dresses and now that he was good they were telling him that meant they should keep him in dresses. He couldn't win!