“What am I going to do with you?” Mom said as she searched in my eyes. “I think you need to be punished.”
I had endured years of spankings and harsh disciplinary treatment that ranged from scrubbing floors to standing in the corner for an entire day. I never ever wanted to get my mother upset.
“I know better Mother I am sorry I will accept my punishment I have behaved badly.” I said as it was well rehearsed as I had been saying it since I was 5.
“Get those clothes off since you think they are too restrictive to be worn properly.” My mother yelled at me angrily.
I did as she said remembering I had not put on panties, because I had none that were clean. I stood before her in just my bra after taking the clothes off.
“Oh I see we don’t need to wear underwear now since we are being such a little slut. I guess we have forgotten something about being a lady?” Mother spewed at me her face now turning red.
I know this to be an extremely bad sign. The worst type of punishments follow the look she now had in her eyes. I was very afraid wanting to beg my mother for forgiveness, but I knew from past experiences she wouldn’t be giving me any type of forgiveness until my punishment was complete.
“Take off that bra dear you don’t need to wear any underwear from now on.” Mom said in a smug tone and I knew she had just thought of what the punishment would be for me. “You are not going to wear any clothes not one stitch as your punishment.”
Just as she said it I saw my Father peering into the kitchen checking me out. He was out of my Mothers line of site and even though he knew I could see him he still looked all over my naked body. I certainly could cover myself up with my Mother there so I just let him.
“Take these clothes to your room now.” My Mother said as if dropping the gavel on my sentence.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon in my room. I stayed naked the entire time and started to feel kind of good about it. I stood in the mirror and looked at myself admiring my body slowly caressing my nipples and pussy allowing my fingers to linger on my clit. I was a real woman I thought to myself and for the first time I thought that my mother might be a bit jealous of me because I looked nothing like her. I had big breasts hanging from my thin frame. I was definitely petite a size 4, but under the conservative clothes my Mother made me wear I probably looked much bigger. I started to wonder if I was even related to her because we are so different. At 4’10 my mother was a foot shorter then I was and she had little if any tits that I could tell. My hair was jet black and her hair was brown my complexion was pale and her’s was much darker with some freckles. I pondered these thoughts as I slowly fingered myself in front of the mirror to my very first orgasm.
That was definitely wrong. I am a good Christian and Mother would kill me. I scrambled around my room trying to clean myself up…
“Dinner.” my Mother yelled down the hall.
I became very nervous the instant she said it. What if she can tell I made myself cum?