Jan 17, 2014
Carol Sue Arceeaux
Mar 11, 2017 @ 02:27
I was raised my unusually strict stepmother during the latter 60’s when spanking was much more accepted and expected out in rural West Texas. Both my stepmother, who was long divorced, and aunt lived with us as well as my two cousins. We had to all wear dresses, stockings and high heels about the house. My stepmother believed in raising all of us as ladies and believed that we should look like one at just about all times.
My stepmother Dora Jean was a stout 5 foot tall woman who had short jet black hair and always wore bright red lipstick, red fingernails and white beads and earrings. She believed in dressing up and wearing makeup, string of white pearl beads, white pearl earrings. She almost always wore black crinoline or straight taffeta dresses with seamed stockings and black patent high heels. She would also put on long black satin gloves along with a black funeral hat with a black veil hang down. I always liked what she wore and her clothes happened to be my same size.
One morning, as a teenage girl at the sassy age of 16, I decided to sneak into her bedroom while she had gone shopping and go through her dresser drawers to find and try on one of her outfits. I got out one of her strapless heavy “Black Diamond Opera” full length open bottom double zipper black girdle which was an “all-in-one” corselette that had four large metal garters per leg and satin tassels that hung over both front and back of each garter. I also pulled out one of her black zipping slips that had an accordion lace hem, lace in the bodice and lace at the breasts. I also selected a pair of her dark seamed stockings and black patient high heels.
I was entranced with her outfits were for several reasons. I guess the first was because I often heard a deep throated wicked sound of a long large metal zipper, or often two zippers, as my stepmother zipped her vintage girdle of a morning. I was emotionally hypnotized as she would slowly zip them up and down multiple times and I could clearly hear then from my room. She had said in the past that she liked the sound of zippers, the rustle of crinolines and slips against the girdles and the sound that nylon silk stockings made. When she walked, her seamed beige or black nylon silk stockings made a wicked swishing sound that sounded like a switch cutting through the air. The combination of those sounds left me almost breathless and my heart pounding when I heard it so I just wanted to experience what she had felt wearing such vintage garments. Just like her, prior to slipping into the girdle, I also applied red lipstick, already had red finger nails, and also donned one of her strands of white beads and white dangling earrings.
I had just zipped up the girdle’s long left side zipper and zipped down the girdle’s right leg zipper when suddenly I heard a door closing downstairs followed by a loud swishing noise coming from the hallway. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and there my stepmother stood! When she saw what I had on, she gasped and her black eyes grew wide open and she then licked her red lips. She then told me she was going to “cut the blood out of me with a thin 7 foot long whippoorwill switch for “messing in her private clothing.” She ordered me to put on the seamed stockings that I had laid out, garter the stocking to the four metal garters on each leg, and put on the slip where she then walked over and zipped it up and down several times and then proceeded to smooth down my slip from my breasts down to the hem. She then ordered me to stand in the middle of the big bedroom and hold my hair up over my head and stand in front of a full length mirror. She told me to step a little forward with my right leg so the switch could curl around my legs just above the garters and zipper tassel.
She called out for my cousin Catherine who had been out shopping with her to come in the room. I then heard the swishing of stockings and the rustle of a pink crinoline dress as my cousin entered the room. She glanced at me and let out a loud gasp as if she was struggling to catch her breath. I noticed that my cousin was wearing beige seamed stockings and matching pink high heels. My stepmother told her to stand in front of me and witness the whipping and console me when I started screaming from the lashes.
My stepmother then walked over to her bedroom closet and took out two eight foot long thin Whippoorwill tree switches. She then told me that she had soaked them in a salty brine solution so that they would not break during a whipping. She also said that they would cut right through both my girdle and slip without damaging the garments. She also said that the switch would whip the stockings right off my legs. I noticed that my stepmother then put on a broad black funeral bonnet with a black veil hanging down and donned a pair of long black satin opera gloves with seams that extended up almost to her underarms. In the mirror I next saw my stepmother step back about five feet, cut the long switch in the air in several circle motions which made the wicked “hissing” sound as it lashed out across the black satin panel of my girdle using her gloved right hand while she continually smoothed down the left side of her dress. I thought what I was wearing would protect me. But no! The switch cut right through the girdle and slip with the most incredible pain from the first lash which caused me to open my mouth wide gasping for air as a streak of fire cut across. I then let out a blood curdling scream and yelled you’re cutting the blood out of me!!! My cousin then gasped, stepped over and consoled me by patting my cheek and giving me a wet kiss on my red lips and then stepping back. My stepmother started lashing my legs starting from my ankles and high heels all of the way up to my lower back as I danced from the 21 switch lashes uncontrollably. My cousin then was told by stepmother to walk over and unzip my black lace satin slip’s long side zipper from my underarm down to almost the underlying garters and pull it off. She then told her to unzip my girdle zippers on both sides, unhook and spread each open side apart. My cousin then stepped behind and unzipped my slip’s left underarm zipper all of the way down to the left side garter and then, then slowly zipped it up again and back down to the left side garter and spread open the side. She then unzipped the full-length Black Diamond opera girdle’s right side from my right side garter all of the way up to my right underarm, then zipped it down again and back up and spread open the side. My stepmother then stepped over and proceeded to smooth down my girdle several times on both sides with her wicked black satin opera gloves and then stepped back while still breathing heavy. My cousin then watched wild eyed as my stepmother proceeded to curl the whippoorwill around my body so that the switch end raised welts inside of each open side on the now unzipped and unhooked Black Diamond Opera girdle where I received an additional 10 lashes from the switch. Each administered lash made a loud crack like a bullwhip as it hit the my open bare exposed skin.
My cousin comforted me as the 10 lashes cut me into and as I out let out continuous blood curdling screams as each lash cut my back, shoulders and arms. At this point my cousin reached under her left underarm and unzipped her pink crinoline dress and then unzipped her underlying pink crinoline half slip and took both down and stepped out of them. At this point I wrapped my arms around Catherine’s full length slip while staring at her intently with my tear swollen eyes and embraced her as she patted my hair, face and gave me a consoling wet kiss. My cousin was shaking as she next watched the whippoorwill switch curl around my body and its tip lash the front of my upper legs right at the front garters with her mouth wide open, wild eyed and often gasping. We lived on a farm where no one could hear me scream except my stepmother and cousin. I remembered that my stepmother had to stop to catch her breath as she was breathing heavy and gritting her white teeth. I also noticed that she licked and puckered her red lips constantly as she lashed the switch around my body and through the girdle and black slip since I was standing in front of a full length mirror. My stepmother would often pause between switch lashes to unzip her slip’s left side zipper all of the way down to almost the lace hem and then slowly zip it back up again. She would then bend over to smooth up her seamed stockings on both sides with her black satin opera gloves and then proceed to smooth down her black slip as my cousin gazed at her intensely with her black eyes. Catherine continued in a trance as she watched Dora Jean administer the next ten lashes wide-eyed, mouth wide open and licking her lips. The intense fire from each of the following eight switch lashes truly made me feel that she was cutting the blood of me. But only painful and burning red welts in an “X” pattern resulted due to the heavy zipping corselette girdle protection and only resulting in long red fire burning red raised welts that would go away in a week. Two of the lashes actually curled and its snake tip struck at the highest point between my legs which caused me to let out the most highest pitched long scream that you could have ever heard. My cousin then stepped over and rubbed her left full leg nylon seamed stocking leg back and forth between my upper legs to help simmer the burning fire while she held and consoled me with multiple deep wet kisses and then stepped back. Three other switch lashes wrapped around my upper body leaving welts on both my right and left breast through the black girdle’s satin lace C cups again resulting in high-pitched screams. My cousin and Dora-Jeans Wyona then stepped over and proceeded to zip up my girdle’s left side aipper and then zip down the girdle’s right side zipper down to the garters. Then they zipped up my slip. When they got me to the bed, they then fully unzipped me out of both my slip and girdle and had me slip into a flowing full length pink satin night gown while standing in front of a full-length mirror. It was then that I saw all of the wicked switch marks all up and down my legs, butt, back, stomach, breast and arms. The lashes left by the switch sizzled a burning fire as the satin gown slithered back and forth across my body. All three then proceeded to smooth down my legs and body as they swished their seamed stockings back and forth. For the next week my cousin and stepmother dressed me in a full length open bottom beige zipping girdle, full slip and beige seamed support stockings under various dresses to hide the switch lashes. They would both smooth down my legs and body as they slipped me into the full length girdle and pulled the thick wicked nylon seamed support stockings up each leg and gartered each stocking to each of the four garters for each leg. They would then both zip me into the full length girdle on each side. Then my cousin held out the full length beige slip for me to step into and then she zipped up the left side zipper. They then put both my arms into the sleeves of a blue jean style denim dress which has a large metal zipper that hooked at the top and then zipped the zipper all of the way down my back, over my butt and down to the bottom hem and had me step into mid-rise beige high heels.
Both my cousins and I had more experiences like this from my stepmother and aunts. As a grown, (and aging LoL) woman and stepmother I felt that I fully deserved that whipping and others that were given as well as the ones both me and my stepmother administered to my cousin. I feel that I turned out better as a result. It certainly was a major factor in joining the Vogue Lingerie Company as a fitter, field sales manager and later Vice President of Sales until my retirement in 2004