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Dear Auntie Helga, Being a regular reader of petticoat monthly for quite some time, I thought it time to share my experiences with you all. I can remember being 'tights punished' as a young boy by my mum and aunt. They found that dressing me in my cousins tights and then buying my own tights, kept me in line. I was a little naughty as a child, frequently teasing my cousin Stacy who was of a similar age. It was one day, when I was being particularly annoying that my aunt decided to take more direct action. I was out playing with Stacy in my Aunts garden. She used to look after me after school whilst my mum worked. I was around eight years old and always looking for some way to bother Stacy. We were playing around and I pushed her over into the garden pond! This then resulted in me ending up in the pond as well as she pulled me in when I tried to help her up. We were both soaked to the bone. My aunt rushed us both into the house and stripped us both. Having no spare clothes at my aunts, I was dried off and marched up to my cousins bedroom. 'I've no boys clothes for you to change into so you will just have to wear some of Stacey's clothes' said my Aunt. Fine, I thought. Stacey wore jeans and trousers and was around the same size as me so I naturally thought this was what I would be dressed in. 'Stacey's jeans won't fit you and I think you should be punished for what you have done today....Ahh, these will do...' I will never forget what she placed on the bed next to me. 'I bought these on sale last week for Stacey to wear with her school uniform. They are meant for a 10-11 year old however they will perfect for you' I looked and with horror read the packaging. Pack of 3, Black Opaque tights!! My aunt proceeded to open up the package, selected one pair and slowly gathered each leg into a bunch. She then stood me up and slipped on the tights over my feet. I then felt the sensation of the smooth nylon slipping up my legs, past my knees, then up to my crotch. 'Mmmm, these tights are a bit big for you too but we will just pull them up as far as they will go' My legs felt really strange, softly encased in my cousins tights. My aunt the slipped a black polo neck over my head and tucked it into the waistband of the tights, which was now just underneath my armpits! I sat down on the bed, feeling totally humiliated. 'I did not tell you to sit down, we are not finished yet!. Those tights will need to be doubled up as you can see your private parts' I then had another pair of tights slipped over the pair I was already wearing. She reached over to the back of Stacey's bedroom door and slipped a pink dressing gown over my outfit. That evening I was made to sit in my aunts living room, wearing this outfit until my mum came to pick me up. Her mood was not good after my aunt explained to her what I had been up to and I was taken home. I ran into the house, upstairs to my bedroom and firstly, took off the dressing gown and then the polo neck. Of then came the tights, thank goodness and I put on my PJs. My mum had been watching me and as I got into bed, she smiled, said nothing and left me to sleep. It was then off to school the next day and I had forgotten all about my punishment. Mum picked me up from school and took me home. I was told as I had been bad yesterday, I had to go to bed after my dinner. After dinner I went upstairs and my mum followed. 'Go and put you PJs' she said. I opened up my top drawer, where my underwear and PJs were kept and got the shock of my life!!!!! All my socks and pants had been replaced with lots of pairs of tights! Every colour and shade, and denier as I soon found out was the thickness they were. I started to cry. ' No use crying dear, you will wear tights at all times, school as well!!!' said mum. 'I've put a few pairs on the top of the pile I want you to wear tonight' I looked on top of the pile and found two pairs of navy tights. My protests fell on deaf ears and I was forced into my tights, one pair after the other. I was put to bed and feel asleep. I was then to learn that my tights had been sorted into order and colour for every event. Black tights for school, thank goodness I was allowed to wear trousers! Green, Red or White tights for changing into when I got home. No trousers allowed. I had to wear two pairs to protect my modesty! Navy tights, two pairs at night in bed. I tried that night to sleep without them, I waited until mum and switched the light off. I quickly unraveled the tights and threw them out of bed. Thinking I had got away with it I fell asleep, only to be woken up around an hour later by mum, who was extremely angry. I was forced back into my navy tights and told to sit on my bed. My mum disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a pair of her own navy opaque tights, She had cut out the cotton gusset and told me to stand up and stretch out my arms. she slipped the legs of the tights over my arms and then pushed my head through the hole where the gusset used to be! I was completely encased in tights! I was then told to cross my arms and turn around. My mum then pulled the legs of these tights so I could not move an tied them behind me. I suppose it was a pair of tights converted into a homemade straightjacket! As I lay in bed, I struggled however could not get free... That was the beginning of my tights punishment and will write again soon with more stories Regards Paul Thank you for your letter Paul. I'm sure our readers would love to hear more about your experiences growing up. Even simple garments such as tights can be effective in controlling young boys. Auntie Helga |