02 - How I learned that it's rude to stare
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By Graham uk
Thursday, August 11th 2005 - 08:26:45 AM
How I learned that it's rude to stare - intro
In the year that followed my first lesson from my Aunt Kay (see july 2005), I did my best to settle down to school/home life as before. But, my life would never be the same again;
Throughout the year I attempted my best as any 12/13 year old boy might, to understand my newly aroused feelings, but I was still confused.
Obviously now, with about 30 years hindsight and experience I can give those formulative events some sort of Freudian analysis. But at the time I just knew I had 3 areas of enjoyment:
1. I enjoyed being tied up and seeing girls tied up. I longed to actually tie a girl u[p myself.
2. I was strangely attracted to girls/women who were assertive/dominant, particularly if they wore leather clothing, hence my crush on my Aunt Kay.
3. I was haunted by the 'peticoat training' with which Aunt Kay had so belittled me in front of my cousins Emily and Charlotte. I was petrified that this might ever occur in front of my parents or friends.
Anyway, as the months passed and the summer holidays drew close, my annual break to Aunt Kay's was only a week away. I was encountering difficulties sleeping in anticipation of how Aunt Kay , Emily and Charlotte would remember events of the previous summer, and, more importantly, would I experience any more of Aunt Kay's methods of discipline. I was very excited.
Disappointingly, due to my parents' work commitments I could only stay at Aunt Kay's for 1 week this year.
Now 13, I was trusted to travel on my own by train to the nearest railway station to Aunt Kay's house, where I would be met by my Auntie in her car.
I can still recall seeing Aunt Kay, Emily and Charlotte waiting for me at the station: My cousins were wearing horse riding attire, but Aunt Kay was absolutely resplendent in her outfit:
She wore a long sleeved black satin shirt with the collar raised at the back, this was tucked into a pair of fawn riding jodhpurs, a wide leather belt accentuated her figure, which was completed with a pair of black leather boots.
We greeted each other, as and you can guess , before we went to their house, we went to the nearby riding stables for the day.
Emily and Charlotte were keen on horse riding, and as we caught up how we were all getting on I discovered that they were now taking part in a lot of sport ( tennis, badminton, running etc.)
I also learned that my cousins and Aunt Kay had been taking lessons in judo for some time! This news certainly excited me.
Aunt Kay , in her superb attire, was like a magnet to my young excited eyes, on several occasions I caught myself gazing at her, I wasn't sure if she or my cousins had noticed though.
I settled in on that first night just knowing that I wanted to be disciplined again, or somehow create a 'tying up' situation with one of my cousins, I just didn't know how.
However, matters would soon be brought to a head by Aunt Kay, who unbeknownst to me , had noticed my 'staring', I will continue this account in the next part, which I hope to post in a few days.
Once again, any comments positive/negative whatever, will be well received.�
Graham uk
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Saturday, August 13th 2005 - 06:26:55 AM
How I learned it's rude to stare. continued...
I tried over the next day or so to provoke a situation whereby I might be disciplined, but to no avail I also chatted at length with Emily and Charlotte about my 'peticoat training' the previous summer, and enquired openly about how Aunt Kay had disciplined them.
They were both mature and quite relaxed in talking about these matters, and there was certainly nothing sexual in our discussions. But I was getting more and more frustrated as nothing was actually happening.
It had been arranged that we would all spend the third day of my week holiday at the riding stables again:
Once again Aunt Kay wore highly polished black leather boots and riding jodhpurs, but on this occasion she had a white cotton shirt with a black satin scarf tied as a choker around her neck. Her waist was clinched by a wide patent leather belt. She looked so dominant that I could not prevent myself from staring at her for long periods. Obviously, I hoped that nobody noticed this infatuation.
That evening Emily and Charlotte had pre-arranged to visit the local cinema with Alison, a school friend of Charlotte, whom I had yet to meet.
Emily had teased me throughout the day that it was a 'girls only' evening, and both my cousins aroused my curiosity by continually remarking that I would be knocked over by Alison's good looks. They giggled that they couldn't wait to see my face when I saw her. This girlish banter frustrated me even further.
My cousins got ready for their 'girls night' with both wearing tank tops and denim mini skirts, they looked quite attractive.
At seven o'clock the doorbell rang and Charlotte led Alison into the kitchen where I was sitting:
My cousins had not exaggerated when they said I would be knocked out.
In front of me stood this gorgeous 15 year old, with natural shoulder length blonde hair, sweet baby blue eyes, and the most kissable pair of rosebud lips I had ever seen.
She had a nice tanned complexion, and was wearing a pair of royal blue satin hot pants with bib and brace, a white tee shirt, and amazingly a pair of shiny calf length white PVC boots.
My eyes were all over her and I certainly made one or two inappropriate comments, she was undoubtably 'out of my league'.
Emily and Charlotte made fun of my attraction to Alison as they prepared to leave. But it was as they were saying their goodbyes that I sensed that my long awaited desire for discipline was imminent.
Aunt Kay told the girls to have a good evening at the cinema, and then remarked in a noticeably raised voice "make sure all 3 of you come back here after the film as I will have a little surprise for you. And don't worry about being late home Alison, I'll give you a lift".
She then looked directly at me "a certain young man hasn't learnt how to conduct himself in front of young ladies".
The girls giggled and chattered as they left, leaving me alone with my auntie who was still wearing that fantastic outfit that she had worn at the riding stables.
I was about to experience my second lesson from Aunt Kay.
I will continue and conclude in a day or so, thanks for your patience...
Graham uk
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Monday, August 15th 2005 - 07:18:09 AM
How I learnt it's rude to stare - conclusion
When my cousins and Alison left, Aunt Kay wasted no time in confronting me: She walked over to the kitchen table where I was sitting and lifted herself onto it directly in front of me. Now I could not avoid looking at her.
"Do you not know that it's rude to stare Graham?" she asked. I tried to lighten the situation by saying that I thought Alison was fantastically attractive, hoping that Aunt Kay had not noticed my staring at her.
But Aunt Kay was several steps ahead of me; "Alison is not the only person you have been staring at is it?"
My heart started to jump as I realised that she had noticed me staring at her, I said nothing however.
"Do you remember last year when I had to discipline you?" I nodded as my Auntie confronted me, "well I think it's time you learnt that it's rude to stare at ladies and girls no matter how much you might like them".
As she spoke Aunt Kay removed the black satin scarf from her neck and laid it on the table in front of me, "I bet you are wondering what I intend to do to you arn't you?".
I said that I was, and begged that she didn't put any of my cousins clothes on me, I was getting emotional and expectant. Aunt Kay laughed "Ah just as I suspected my 'peticoat training' has certainly calmed you down, but no, I don't intend to use it on this occasion, I think I'll keep that particular form of punishment as an ace up my sleeve".
She got down from the table, walked behind me and continued "do you see my scarf? feel it". I couldn't believe she was doing this to me, but I touched the scarf. It felt soft and luxurious. " In a moment I am going to use the scarf to blindfold you Graham, being deprived of sight will teach you that it is rude to stare, how do you feel about that?"
I mumbled that I was sorry about staring but offered no resistance. Aunt Kay went to a cupboard and came back with a pair of swimming goggles that had been painted black " I've used this form of discipline on Emily and Charlotte you'll be pleased to know" she said, the next thing I knew was that my eyesight had been deprived as Aunt Kay put the goggles on me.
I then felt her drag her scarf slowly up across by chin and face finally tying around my eyes completing the blindfold. "how does that feel?"she enquired.
I replied that it didn't hurt, but that I couldn't see a thing. "Good" Aunt Kay replied " this will teach you not to stare".
For what seemed like an hour or so, Aunt Kay sat talking with me about school and how I was progressing, my parents, my cousins etc. Then she got to the subject of girls.
Aunt Kay gave me a lecture about how she saw the role of girls/women in society , in hindsight she was certainly something of a feminist, explaining to me that she believed women were the stronger sex, and men/boys needed to understand this. Because of my blindfold every word held a special meaning and I believe was pivotal in my development.
I heard Aunt Kay go to the cupboard again, but obviously I didn't know what for.
"Stand up Graham" she ordered as she returned to my chair. I obliged. "Right, put your hands behind your back, I think you know what's coming next".
I asked if she was going to tie my hands and if so why? Aunt Kay said that she wanted her daughters and Alison to see me like this as it would reinforce the lesson home to me. Also, she recalled me putting up resistance last year, so she needed a guarantee that my blindfold would remain on, hence my hands were to be bound, I just put my hands behind my back and awaited what I secretly had longed for.
As Aunt Kay wrapped a rope around my wrists she gave it a little tug on each encirclement commenting "can't have any slack can we" she then crossed ti between my wrists and knotted it at the top out of the reach of my fingers.
She helped me back to the kitchen chair and fasted my bound wrists to the back of the chair, and without saying a word she tied my ankles together pulling them underneath the chair and securing them to a leg "there, that'll hold you, the girls should be home in a little while".
Once again, I had been systematically humiliated by my Auntie, but I was secretly enjoying it. I couldn't move . I couldn't see. I was truly at her mercy.
My cousins let themselves in, and I heard a huge outcry of laughter, obviously they had seen me in my humiliation.
"Calm down girls, haven't you ever seen a little boy all tied up" Aunt Kay certainly knew how to belittle me. "Graham" she continued "is there something you would like to say to Alison?" I offered an apology , and Alison who seemed to be overcome with the giggles accepted this.
"Before I give you a lift home Alison, perhaps you'd like to give Graham a kiss, although he can't see you I'm sure he can remember how you look in those lovely blue satin hot pants" I couldn't believe it , Aunt Kay seemed to understand my feelings better than I did myself.
I felt a kiss on my lips, and heard Alison say "There, there, Charlotte has told me all about you having to wear a dress last year. Bye" and with this she burst into a fit of the giggles joined by Emily and Charlotte.
Aunt Kay offered Alison a lift home and was joined by Charlotte "Emily" she called out as she was leaving "you're in charge, look after Graham won't you until I come back".
I wondered what she meant by this, but without further ado my blindfold was removed by Emily " You'll have to remain tied up Graham, only Mummy is allowed to release us " I was informed.
Indeed, I chatted with an excited Emily until Aunt Kay returned with Charlotte.
Aunt Kay untied my wrists and ankles, and said that she hoped I had learned that it is rude to stare. I said that I certainly had.
No further incidents happened that year, but the following year , when I had reached the age of 14, several occurrences happened , which I will post in future.
Thanks for your patience.
Graham uk
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Graham uk's stories
- 01 - My first lesson from aunt Kay (F/m)
- 02 - How I learned that it's rude to stare (F/m)
- 03 - My first tie-up game with Emily (m/f, F/fm)
- 04 - How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident' (F/m)
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