Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2013 00:55:18 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Toni and the Panties 2

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Toni & the Panties


Chapter Two


I'd been the last to leave the showers, having been the last to enter, `coz
my willie is so small. And, I never thought anyone had ever seen it, till
Billy James had accosted me a I changed after P.E. and, threatened with
further pain, I'd readily agreed to what he'd demanded of me.

Firstly, he'd handed me a pack of panties that had been acquired from the
back of his Mother's wardrobe. Then Billy had given me the address of a
flat he knew that was empty and instructed, "Be there, or else..."

I hadn't needed the `or else,' as I'd already suffered excruciating pain
thanks to him, when he'd squeezed my little willie and ballsac, leaving me
writhing on the floor in agony as he'd made his point. And, the pain hadn't
been lost on me.

He'd stood there looking down at me and laughed, "Well, everyone knows
you're a sissy," he had told me, as I'd sat there on the bench-seat, crying
and crying.

"Well, tonight you'll wear a pair of panties and come to the flat and be my
sissy girl, you gottit?" And, to add emphasis to words, Billy had grabbed
at my long hair again and, he'd pulled back hard, then grasped my left
nipple and twisted.

And, though the roots of my hair burned like hell and back when he twisted
my nipple as he did, I got a boner. It wasn't much of a boner, but it was
mine and, he noticed just how aroused I was, through my tear and sniffles;
flushed and breathing rapid,

"Fucks sake," He'd sneered, twisting on my nipple hard again, "you love
this don't you? You fuckin slut..."

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My name's Anthony Roberts, my Mother pronounces it Anth – onn – ee
and, I really hate the way she says it. And Dad left us, so it's just her
and me and sis and, she is a royal pain, like wearing my hair long.

It's my Mother who likes it long, not me. I don't like it long and blonde
and slightly wavy, matching my blue-eyes and `ever-so-long' lashes, as
Aunty Pat keeps reminding me.

And, I kinda get more attention than a kid my age wants, just `coz I look
as I do and, Billy James, the Captain of the Soccer team is the worst. I
always thought he was mean and, now I know that I was right, for sure.

He scared me back at school, really scared me. And well, hours have now
passed since I left school. Mum's out at Aunty Pat's and, I've already
tried those panties on.

I had to try them on twice, `coz the crotch part isn't right, just not
right at all and though I'll admit, I do kinda like the material, that's so
smooth and tight to my skin,

And, I ended up wearing them backwards with the thin bit cutting my small,
firm butt cheeks in two.

I'd almost been embarrassed to think of the fact that I liked wearing them
so much, having made a wet patch in the material from where my willie got
stiff and, I'd got so breathless, just touching myself, it'd been s-so
special, that feeling.

 And, much as I'd hated being told to wear those panties, I'm ever so glad
that Billy James told me to...