Careful What You Wish For

This story goes back to when my son was 18 years old at the time and i think i did what i thought was best at that time, It was still in the eighties then and things were very different in punishment and discipline in those days and i realise what i did was very different but very effective too.

I worked for a supermarket which was on a housing estate so it was close to where most of us lived and there was mainly women working there mostly part time, it was a close knit family feeling to it and i enjoyed working there a lot.

It was a summers day when i was doing some shopping on my day off and i saw one if the young girls Julie seemed upset i asked what was wrong, She said this came this morning a letter just put through the door asking if she would give this guy called Steve a spanking and dress him in her clothes she was obviously upset by this, I asked her if she had shown anyone else which she had not, I said leave it to me Julie i will get to the bottom of this as i did not want her to go to the police or anything like that,As i was shocked to see it was my own sons handwriting and he was going to have to be punished.

It was nearing Christmas and above the shop there is a hall with table and chairs,toilets,kitchen facilities and we use that for get togethers like birthdays,hen nights and Christmas parties so this was going to be the ideal time to put my plan in action, I told Julie it was to be that night that she got to see the culprit punished.

I was getting ready, i wore a mrs Santa Clause outfit i had a good figure then lol, A red top and quite a short skirt,black tights and high heels, My son said wow looking good mum, I said thank you,Yours clothes are on your bed he looked very puzzled i took him into his room where i laid out a yellow dress with black polka dots, black tights, pink silky knickers and high heeled sandles.

I said there are for you as your coming to the party with mummy and the girls from work tonight, He still was confused so i produced the letter,the fear came over him, No that was just a laugh, No i dont think so son you are going to be dressed tonight and spanked but i am going to do it in front of all the girls thats what you want isnt it,its what you deserve, Its got to be done otherwise the police will get the letter and we both do not want that, so get undressed now.

He reluctantly undressed and even though he was bright red with shame with getting hard in front of me i took no notice and put his silky pink knickers on him then tights,dress and heels, there was no wig or make up although i did put some lipstick on him, We walked across the green to the shop only takes a couple of minutes but a few people see him and laughed.

I opened the door to the upstairs hall and the place erupted with shrieks of laughter from the dozen or so ladies all of different ages, seeing my son like this, I told them why he was dressed like this and what was gong to happen, I made hm stand quite close to the tables and chairs and i made him put his hands in his head. His dressed was raised and i pinned his dress up so the girls could see his pink knicks under his tights, After that i got Julie to lower his tights then as the girls encouraged her to pull his knickers down to a huge roar as his penis was on full display and erect if a little bent much to the amusement of everybody, I can only imagine the humiliation he felt at that moment but he knew there was more to come as i sat down and said right time for you to be spanked over mummys knee.

There was lots of comments being shouted about like sissy, pervo and mummys little girl all music to my ears as i was spanking his bare bottom hard he was squirming under my hand which was by now getting very red indeed I think the whole thing lasted about 15 mins but i think i did what i thought was best at the time, he never asked anyone else to do this and was put off crossdressing for life and he never really lived this down occasionally he gets teased about it years later but i thought id share this story with you, any comments are very welcome.

Thank you

Debbie