Author's Note

One of the most overlooked, but efficient methods of punishment is 'petticoat punishment.' A lad is forced to wear female clothing until he learns his lesson.

Our hero in this story is 18 years old. It is close to graduation at Danny's school, and ALL participants are over 18. A little old for petticoat punishment...not.

Heck, there is no age limit on PP. Got a boyfriend who doesn't behave? Got a husband who won't mind? Petticoat punishment is the answer friends.

Not only does the guilty party learn a lesson, but he gets turned on learning it.

In fact, when petticoat punishment is administered most males want to keep being punished!

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STAY HORNY!

Gracie

PART ONE

"Your grades are falling." Danny's mother was peeling potatoes and she was not happy.

Danny stood, hang dog, called on the carpet, and wished he were elsewhere.

"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

"Uh..." Danny replied.

Danny's sister, Elize was at the kitchen table working on her computer. She concealed a snicker, but not very well.

His mother turned to him, paring knife in hand, and eyed him narrowly. Your grades are falling, you were in a fight last month and got suspended for three days, and you are not doing your chores around the house.

"Sorry," he muttered. He wished the lecture would end so he could go play video games.

"Your attitude, young man, needs adjustment."

Danny just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"What am I going to do with you?"

Petticoat punishment," blurted Elize.

Danny and his mother both turned their heads.

"What did you say?"

Elize sighed and turned in her chair to face her mother. "Petticoat punishment. It's the latest craze for raising rude children."

"And how, exactly, does petticoat punishment work?"

"You can find it all over the net," Elize said. She was a little worried about jumping into this conversation. Even though she was a straight A student and quite popular and never got in fights it was unwise to jump in between Danny and her mother.

Elizabeth Montgomery, a single mother, put down the paring knife and walked over to the table and sat down. "Okay, young lady, you will tell me what this petticoat punishment is right now. No obfuscation. Start."

"Obfuscation?" asked Danny, now confused.

"Concealing facts with blather," his mother snapped.

"I don't-"

Elizabeth held up a finger to stop him and glared at Elize.

Elize sighed. She started typing and said, "When a young man is recalcitrant-"

"What?" asked Danny?

"Obstinate!" snapped his mother.

Danny opened his mouth to ask 'what' again, but decided he better just shut and listen. His future was being decided.

"Go on, Elize."

Elize turned her laptop around and pushed it across the table.

Elizabeth stared at the screen. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it. She began scrolling.

Elize sighed and got up to finish peeling the potatoes.

Elizabeth scrolled, and started visiting sites, and she murmured, "So many sites! Good Lord. And look, there's President Roosevelt in petticoats.

Danny moved up next to his sister and hissed, "What did you do to me?"

"Made you a better behaved person, you little hooligan."

"What's a hooligan."

Elize just sighed. Her brother spent so much time on video games, shooting people and cheering, he had neglected his basic education and vocabulary.

"Elize. Why don't you finish dinner." Elizabeth picked up the laptop and walked into the other room.

"Oh, goodie," Elize smiled. "I get to burn your meatloaf."

"Oh, crap."

"Language," Elize stated haughtily.

They ate dinner, and Elize didn't burn his meat loaf, but Danny didn't taste anything anyway. His mother was buried in the laptop in the living room. She was reading and scrolling and mumbling things.

"I cook, you wash."

Danny growled at her.

"Okay, give Mom more ammunition."

"What the hell is this petticoat stuff?" he begged.

"You'll find out," she grinned, then left the room.

Danny was stuck. He hated doing dishes, but he'd better do them because his Mom was acting weird, and he was a little worried about this petticoating thing. Weren't petticoats some sort of female thing? What the hell?

He dug in, be it miserably, and washed the dishes. He had just finished and had started the washing machine when he heard the voice of doom.

"Danny?"

Danny walked into the living room. His mother was sitting on the couch, the laptop closed, her arms folded under her breasts. One leg was crossed over the other at the thigh and her foot bobbed up and down.

"Yeah?"

"First of all, it's 'Yes, mother.'"

"Whatever."

Her eyes slitted and she took a deep breath. "You are a perfect candidate for petticoat punishment. However, I wish to give you one, last chance."

"I don't get it," Danny said. "What is this petticoat punishment stuff?"

"When a boy is behaving like a stubborn jackass the mother, or female in charge, should dress him in petticoats."

"What are petticoats."

"Petticoats refers to a type of dress. When a boy is not capable of acting like a human being he wears female clothes, dresses, bras, Mary Jane shoes, even a touch of make up."

"Whoa! Wait a minute!" He took a step back. "There's no way you're going to get me to dress up like a girl!" He put his hands out and shook his head.

"That will depend on you. I get one more bad report and I will dress you in petticoats. Period. If your grades don't improve you will be in petticoats. If you don't pitch in and do your fair share around the house..." she glared at him.

"I...I think I should go to my room."

He headed upstairs, and felt like monsters were about to jump on his neck. Wearing girl's stuff? He had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. There was no way he was going to wear dresses.

Upstairs in his room, laying on his back on his bed, a video game open but him not doing anything, he thought. Heysoos. It really sounded like his mother had gone off her rocker. If she thought-

"Ahem."

He looked at the door. Elize was leaning against the jamb a smirky sort of smile on her face.

"What do you want?"

"You've really stepped in it this time, brother dear."

"It was your idea. How could you do this to me."

"Maybe I'm tired of your smart mouth, lazy, good for nothing ways."

"Bitch," he muttered and turned back to his game. Oh, crap, he had been killed while he was day dreaming.

"You know she's downstairs right now ordering things for you."

"What?" His voice squeaked like he hadn't gone through puberty.

"Yep. She knows you can't behave. She's getting ready."

"Oh, man," he muttered to himself. Then he started actually playing the video game. Elize watched for a moment, then left.

Danny worried about the proposed petticoating for two days. He was on his best behavior, he even tried to pay attention in class.

Some of the guys, Rich Evans, his best friend, being one of them, noticed that he was different. Subdued.

"What's going on, man?"

"My mother is going crazy," Danny confided.

"Going? Mothers were crazy a long time ago."

Danny sighed, looked at him, and asked, "Have you ever heard of petticoat punishment."

"Nope."

When Danny was finished explaining Rich's mouth was open.

"You're gonna be...she's gonna make you a girl?"

"I'm not gonna be a girl. It's just that if I get in trouble she's going to make me wear female stuff."

"Oh, man. That's crazy."

"You're telling me."

Rich, unfortunately, couldn't keep the news to himself. Danny had told him during first period, by noon everybody in school knew. Danny Montgomery was going to be a girl. he was going to take hormones and transition. He was not going to grow up and be a man.

Arnold came up to where he was eating his lunch and laughed at him. "Hear you're going to be a sissy, Danny boy. Or should I say Danny girl."

Danny, of course, jumped up and popped Arnold in the nose. Arnold cried and bled, the teachers sent him to the nurse's office. Danny went to the principal's office where, less than an hour later, his mother showed up.

She walked into the principal's office, giving him a 'no expression' that was worse than any expression.

Ten minutes later Danny was called in. He sat down in a ladder back wooden chair and hung his head.

"Danny," said Principal Andrews, "We were going to expel you, but your mother has interceded and come up with a solution that will satisfy everybody, and help you see the errors of your ways.

Danny groaned inside. He had known, as soon as he hit Arnold, that he was going to be in trouble. Still, he didn't expect his mother to go through with it. No woman would ever treat a son like that!

"I will apprise the teachers that there will be an exception to the dress code, and they will apprise their students. You will receive a three day suspension, but this is the last one, young man. You behave yourself or you may find yourself finding another school. Good day."