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Dear Auntie Helga, I have to tell you about a story of some most effective petticoat discipline my girlfriend brought me under. We were dating for a few months this summer, and neither of us was sure where the relationship was going. She knew I had a headstrong nature, but she believed firmly that our relationship would be a lot better for both of us if I could learn to be obedient to her. I was sort of attracted to her powerful nature, she was 20 and I was 24, she was an inch taller, a few pounds heavier and stronger than me, and she knew I found that attractive. One night as a test of obedience, she insisted that I give her a foot massage. I was shocked but afraid to say no, so I assented. And as I rubbed her feet I secretly started enjoying it. From there she gradually started extending her command over me, ordering me around whenever we spent the evening alone together and using her superior strength to lie on top of me when we kissed and hold my wrists down in a tight grip. Sensing that I was enjoying our relationship more and more as she dominated me more and more for several dates she decided to ask that I put on her bra one evening. Once I did she knew I was completely hers to control, and although I felt humiliated and vulnerable I truly enjoyed french kissing her in nothing but a bra. A short while later she took me to a store to pick out a lacy white bra and thong for me to wear during our intimate evenings. She eventually would put lipstick, blush and eye shadow on me as well. As I would kiss her like this she would whisper into my ear that I was her little girl and insist that I kiss her feet for several minutes at a time. One evening we were out for a date of dinner and we both knew that as soon as we got to her room she would dress me up like this and do with me anything she desired. I was being most argumentative the whole evening, and we both knew that in a sense I was struggling to get out from under her control. When we got to her room I was still trying to be disagreeable when she stood in front of me, placed her hands on my shoulders and started kissing me. I didn't know what to do, part of me wanted to keep being disagreeable, part of me wanted to surrender everything. She started softly kissing my neck in a way that felt incredibly sensual, we stopped for a second and clasped our hands at chest level. Holding our hands out for a second it was embarrassing that hers was so much longer than mine. She laughed confidently at that as I smiled nervously. "Take off your clothes." she ordered angrily. I had to obey her because I couldn't risk ruining such a sensual moment. She decided to keep me under her control once and for all by truly making me behave as an obedient female right then and there. In addition to the white lacy bra and thong, lipstick, eye shadow and blush she did my eyes with mascara and had me put on a pair of soft, white girls socks. She made me get on all fours and start kissing her feet, she would stick her red toe nails in my mouth as I did and say "That's a good little girl." I finally was allowed to stop so that she could bend me over her knee and spank me until my posterior was crimson and stinging. That finally ended so she could make me get on my knees and pleasure her until she was satisfied. Our relationship was like that for the rest of the summer until she went off to college, with her disciplining me every night like this in my complete get up. At first she would keep reminding me that "You'll always be my little girl." She decided she didn't need to remind me anymore one night when I asked how soon she would be done with college and get her business degree. I realized from this timeline that there is a very good chance that she will end up with a good job before I do, we worked out an agreement that if she does I will be hired as soon as she needs a secretary. Erin's little girl Thank you for your letter Erin's little girl. I do hope you are able to continue your journey into proper respect for her and being under her thumb at work is a great start. Please do write again and keep us informed of your progress. Auntie Helga |