From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Story: From Navy Blue to Little Girl Pink 1/2 (TG, femdom)

Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:30:15 -0500

From Navy Blue

to

Little Girl Pink

Life can be truly unbearable for the average male if he is suddenly

caught in a pair of frilly girl's lace panties by one of the girls

who works for him. It is obscenely humiliating when the "boss" is

an Ensign in the US Navy and is caught in the act by one of his

female enlisted subordinates. I know that some of you fantasize

about getting caught, and we might subconsciously desire female

domination and humiliation; but believe me, experiencing it is

quite a different matter!

I've always been a casual crossdresser, very content to play

dress-up games in the privacy of nearby hotel and motel rooms. The

Navy doesn't take kindly to having its men mixing satin and lace

with its regulation uniforms. I never took any of my stash (which

mainly consisted of several pairs of panties, slips, bras, garter

belt, stockings, and panty hose) to work, and even rented a locker

off base to keep my secret passion. Since I wasn't assigned to a

ship, but had a four-year tour at a naval base on the east coast,

I had ample opportunity to indulge my fantasy life after putting

in a full day's work.

This calm and private existence was shattered when I took over the

management of an office within the local supply department at the

base. The office had five enlisted women assigned to it. This was

fairly typical since there are few opportunities for women to serve

aboard ships, and shore bases usually get more than their share of

Waves.

All of the girls were under twenty-five years of age, and they were

all rather attractive. I was especially attracted to a young Wave

named Linda. She was a stunning twenty year old with long shapely

legs and a very tight ass. She really filled out her uniform, and

kept most of the men she passed in a state of semi-erection. Even

when wearing the normal work uniform of dungarees (Navy for jeans)

and a blue work shirt, it was hard to keep your eyes off that girl.

I was determined that my first command would be successful, and

wasted no time letting the girls know who was boss. We had some

minor discipline problems, such as coming into work late and untidy

uniforms, and I handled these in short order. I inspected the girls

daily, and minor infractions of the dress code meant extra work

before leaving in the evening. We also had some strong hints of

Lesbian activity, especially between Linda a very pretty girl named

Beth. I could not interfere with their private lives unless

somebody made a complaint about sexual misconduct, so I was content

to enforce what rules I could, especially the uniform regulations.

Every Tuesday the entire supply department had a dress inspection,

and all sailors were required to wear the proper dress uniform to

the inspection, although they could change into the normal work

uniform after morning quarters. Waves can wear either skirts or

slacks as part of their dress uniform. I quickly made it known that

my girls would show up for inspection in the dark blue jacket and

regulation skirt, with proper black high-heeled leather pumps and

nylons. Needless to say, I really enjoyed inspecting my girls. It

was a real sense of power, making them line up at attention with

eyes looking straight ahead while I made a very detailed inspection

of their uniforms. I especially enjoyed inspecting Linda since her

skirt was always tight and revealing, and she usually showed a

little more 'leg' than she ought to. It was always a real trip

watching the girls get ready. They would endlessly adjust their

stockings and help each other get lint off their blue serge

uniforms.

But all too soon, the inspection was over, and the girls would be

off to the powder room to change back into the dowdy working

uniforms. Some of the girls would hang their dress uniforms in

lockers, but Linda would always bring hers back to the office and

hang it on a coat rack for the next week. She would also leave her

pantyhose and pettislip in her desk drawer to use again the

following week.

I watched Linda go through this procedure every week. She would get

two inspections out of her lingerie before she would take them

home for the laundry. I found myself thinking about Linda quite a

bit. I secretly longed to take her and feel her soft, warm body

under my control; I also fantasized about her sexy lingerie.

Sometimes I could picture Linda standing there in her pettislip,

pantyhose, and black high-heeled pumps ; other times she would be

naked and gently teasing my body by rubbing her sexy lingerie in

my erection. I restrained myself every week, until the time Linda

brought in a delicate pale pink nylon half slip. I noticed a hint

of French lace peeking out from under her blue serge skirt at

inspection, and eagerly waited to get a better look at it when she

returned from changing into her work clothes. I almost came in my

pants as I looked out of my office door and saw Linda gently

folding this delightfully feminine slip which had the delicate

French lace and satin ribbons on its hem. All too soon, it was in

the drawer of the gray Navy desk, and we were back in the work

routine.

I knew I couldn't resist touching that delicate garment. I waited

until the office was closed, pretending to work late on reports.

Once everyone was gone, I locked the office door and pulled the

shades. Giddy with excitement, I unlocked Linda's desk and touched

the lingerie. I slowly held up her most private lingerie and caught

the light scent of feminine perfume on the sexy slip. I knew I had

to try it on! I quickly snatched the slip and pantyhose and made

for my office. Locking the door and stripping off my uniform, I

slowly began pulling on the pantyhose. Once in place, I daintily

stepped into the thrilling feminine pink half-slip, letting my

nyloned legs make that exquisite swishing sound when nylon rubs

against nylon. Besides being totally excited to the point of coming

all over these sexy items, I realized that I was fulfilling both

my fetish fantasy and my fantasy to take Linda. It was almost like

having Linda in a most intimate way because I was invading her most

private lingerie, and she would never know about it! I felt giddy,

and at the same time, like the naughtiest person in the world.

I didn't keep the lingerie on very long; I guess I was afraid of

getting caught. After all, I was violating my own rules about

keeping my fantasies off base. I carefully took off the slip and

the pantyhose, folded them neatly, and returned them to Linda's

desk drawer. Everything was normal the next morning. Linda didn't

notice anything out of the ordinary. I was sure that I had found

a new and exciting game to play, and I made quite a favorable

impression on the command by staying late to work several times

each week.

My game got more exciting one week when Linda added a pair of pink

lace-trimmed bikini panties to her usual slip and pantyhose. In

fact, she almost made a show of putting her lingerie away after

inspection. She slowly folded the pantyhose and pink lace skip, and

gently placed the new panties on top of them before closing the

desk drawer. Linda looked my way once or twice while she was doing

this, but I thought she was just trying to be a prick tease.

I followed the same pattern that evening, staying and rushing to

try on the latest of her lingerie. The new panties fit perfectly.

I admired myself in my full-length mirror, slowly raising the slip

to reveal the latest addition to my dress-up game. It was about

that time when my phone rang. I rushed over to my desk, sat down,

and answered it. It was the duty watch, just making sure that

somebody hadn't left the lights on in the office. While talking to

him, I didn't hear the outer office door open. But I did hear

someone insert a key in my locked office door! I couldn't hang up

and get to the door before it opened. I've got to play this real

cool, I told myself. After all, from the waist up I was in

regulation uniform and I was sitting behind a large oak desk. I

hung up on the duty watch, and looked up to see Petty Officer Linda

and her friend Beth standing in the doorway.

I knew I couldn't stand up without revealing my embarrassing

condition, so I motioned for Linda and Beth to sit down on my

couch. Linda began immediately. "Since this is going to be a rather

personal discussion, I think it is best that Beth should wait in

the outer office." Before I could say a word, Linda began her

little discussion. "Since you are my division officer," she began,

"I thought I'd let you know that some sneaky girl has been going

through my desk and stealing my undies." She smiled knowingly, and

casually brushed back her long blonde hair. She told me to relax

and stay seated as she began to unbutton her work shirt to reveal

her firm tits encased in a black leather bra. I was speechless. She

was obviously in control of the situation, which was evident by my

silence and reluctance to stand up. She continued to carry on a

matter-of- fact conversation as she stripped off her dungarees and

and stood in front of me in leather panties, black net nylons and

high-heeled patent leather pumps.

"It seems," she said, "that this certain young lady has made the

mistake of spotting my dainty lingerie. You know about spotting,

don't you, sir? When little girls get too excited, they drip a

little, getting their pretty little panties all icky and stained.

You wouldn't happen to know who this little girl is, would you,

sir? Do you know any little girls who like to wear pretty little

panties and slips, little girls who get soooo excited that they

have little 'accidents', would you?"

Trying to retain some measure of control I told her that if she

stopped this ridiculous behavior and got out of here, that I'd

forget this ever happened. But Linda was having none of that.

Her coy attitude suddenly changed, and she smirked that an officer

should stand up when a lady entered his room. With that, she

suddenly began to lecture me on proper courtesy, saying that when

she called inspection, I'd better hop to!

Burning with shame and embarrassment, I reluctantly rose and stood

at attention. I was shaking with fear as I stood before this girl

that I had ordered around for the last three months. You could

clearly tell that I was wearing the pink half-slip, and that I was

in a very excited state.

She had me walk around in front of the desk, laughing at having

caught her boss half-dressed in her dainty lingerie. "Come quick,"

she called to Beth, "I think I've found out who the 'little girl'

is that has been stealing my undies."

Beth came back into the room. She was carrying a Wave dress uniform

and a Polaroid camera. "I guess you're right, Linda," she laughed.

"It looks like our 'little girl' turned out to be our division

officer."

Standing there, exposed and humiliated, I was totally in their

power. I hung my head as Linda began her little speech. "From now

on, we're going to take liberties with you, 'sir'. Unless you want

to end up in the brig, you'll do everything, and I mean everything,

that we tell you. We've even thought up a new name for you,

something more fitting for our new girlfriend - Barbie - because

you're going to be our new Barbie Doll. So, Barbie, you can start

by getting rid of that ugly male shirt, and getting your pantied

ass into something more befitting for a little girl panties-stealer

like yourself - this ladies uniform. Since you like dressing up so

much, we're going to let you go all the way!

Beth put her pile of feminine clothing on the couch and had me

remove Linda's slip, panties, and pantyhose. She made me sit down

naked on a cold wooden chair and pulled a table over to it. She

opened her purse and took out all the bottles and tubes of things

they were going to put on me, and then began to apply the makeup

to my face.

Linda took the bottle of foundation and dabbed a little of it on

her finger and on several places on my face. When she had enough

of it on my face to do the job, she put the bottle down and began

smoothing and blending it over my entire face and even into my

hairline, until she was satisfied that it was applied evenly and

wasn't showing any of my beard or blotching. Next she took a black

eyebrow pencil and arched and shaped my eyebrows in a very feminine

style.

They were commenting on how much better my eyebrows would look if

they would tweeze out all the extra hair on them. I was almost in

a panic, hoping they wouldn't carry out that threat. I was thankful

that they didn't. Linda picked up the frosted blue eyeshadow and

with a dabber she applied it to both of my eyelids, blending it

from heavy to a thin layer as she got closer to my arched eyebrows.

With black mascara, Linda rolled the brush across my eyelashes

several times on each lash, including the bottom ones. I could feel

how much heavier they seemed as I blinked my eyes. Next she took

a bright red glossy lipstick and put it on my lips rather heavily

but carefully, shaping my lips into perfect sexy little girl pout.

Then with a rose-colored blusher, she took her glossy red finger

tip and brushed the cheeks of my face gently with it. Then Linda

and Beth both stood back away from me to survey the handiwork they

had just done on my face.

Then they had me stand up, and the two of them started putting the

feminine Navy uniform on me. Linda picked up a very pretty pink

French lace bra. It was underwired and fully padded. She held it

out while Beth took some glue and fastened a pair of large filled

foam-rubber pads to my chest.

Beth then held out the pretty lace-trimmed bra for me to put my

arms through the shoulder straps, and as I did, Linda fastened the

hooks in the back of the bra behind me. It fit me rather tight and

I knew that I would not be able slide it around to the front of my

chest to unhook it if I had to, at least not very easily anyway.

The pads glued to my chest effectively prevented my turning it

around.

Once the bra was in place, Beth took hold of each of the cups and

twisted them back and forth several times each, and I could feel

the adhesive pulling on my nipples as she did so. It hurt a little,

but it wasn't unbearable, and Linda told me that it would make me

more aware that I now had tits just like the other girls that

worked for me.

Next came a garter belt that matched my pretty frilly bra, and they

wrapped it around my waist and fastened it in the back. It too was

a little tight, but they said they wanted it that way. A pair of

sleek beige nylons was next, and they deftly straightened any folds

or wrinkles that may have formed from being in the box.

Linda brought out another pair of extremely feminine pink lace

panties. These had scalloped French lace all around the waistband

and the leg holes. Once they were in place, Linda handed me the

frilly pink lace half-slip that was my undoing, and I stepped

obediently into it.

Beth opened a shoe box she had taken from the supply room and

removed the size 11D black high-heeled regulation pumps and helped

me slip my feet into each of them. I teetered a little while trying

to get my balance, but since the heels were only three and half

inches, it only took a minute or two to get the feel of them.

A regulation blouse was then put on me, and I buttoned it up the

front and snapped the collar tie. The skirt was next, and as Linda

buttoned and zipped it up the side I noticed that it was much too

short to conform to the Navy dress code. Linda remarked that she

had taken the liberty of hemming it. It didn't matter anyway, since

no one was going to see me wearing it. The regulation jacket was

next, and after I had buttoned it up over my full breasts, I was

made to sit back down in the hardwood chair as Beth placed and

styled a long blonde wig on my head. It only took her a few

minutes, after which they placed the regulation naval cap on my

head. I was now dressed in a regulation Waves uniform, complete

with makeup and high heels, and a new variation of naval miniskirt

that came to about mid thigh on me. I was now made to stand and

Linda called attention!

Linda began to inspect me, commenting on the fact that my titties

jutted out nicely and that I should be proud to possess such a nice

pair. Beth suggested that Linda check to see if I was wearing clean

and regulation lingerie. "Are you wearing a regulation white slip

and clean white cotton panties, Barbie?", she screamed. "Answer me,

girl!" Burning with humiliation I stammered, "Aye, aye,....yes,

Ma'am......I mean aye....no Ma'am." "Which is it, girl?" she

yelled. "Lift your skirt up so I can see your slip." I lifted my

skirt a few inches to expose the non-regulation pink lace hem, but

that wasn't good enough for her. She had me lift it up to my waist.

"You should know better than that, Barbie! Pink is very feminine,

but not regulation. How about your panties? Are they white cotton

panties? Answer me! Tell me what color panties you are wearing,

young lady!"

On the verge of tears, I had to tell them exactly what color

panties I was wearing. They wouldn't settle for a simple

explanation. They kept me repeating my reply until it was

embarrassingly detailed. "Miss Linda, I'm wearing pretty little

pink lace bikini panties with French lace and pretty little ruffles

and bows on them."

"Let's have a look, Miss Barbie. Lift up your slip so we can get

a good look at your pretty pink lace panties."

I was now holding both my short skirt and my frilly pink lace slip

above my waist. Beth was laughing and busily snapping away with her

camera. Linda showed mock horror as she stared at my erection which

clearly showed through my ultra-feminine pink lace panties.

"What a nasty little girl - not only are your panties against

regulation, they are soiled. Look, Beth, I do believe that our

naughty little girl has even soiled her darling pink panties. With

that, Linda reached down and gently stroked my throbbing erection

through my panties.

Now for one of the ultimate humiliations. Standing at attention,

holding my new skirt and slip above my waist, my subordinate played

with my erect penis through the ultra-feminine panties. With tears

in my eyes I lost all control, and spurted hot cum all over my

pretty panties!

"That's a good girl, Miss Barbie, just let it happen," she laughed

as she stroked my dick. Linda caught any sperm that shot through

my panties in her hand, and then spread it on the crotch of my

panties when I had spent myself. They left me standing there in my

wet, sperm-soaked panties, and with hot cum dripping down my pretty

nyloned legs, they continued with their snapshots. After what

seemed like hours, they turned their attention back to me.

"Well, well, well - it looks like Miss Barbie had a little

accident," smirked Beth. "Your poor little division officer has

gone and wet all over herself and ruined her darling little

panties." Getting into the next round of their game, Linda said,

"You know, Miss Barbie certainly has wet her panties, haven't you,

Miss Barbie? Answer me, girl! Haven't you!?"

"Yes, my panties are wet, Miss Linda." But that wasn't good enough

for them. I had to keep describing my 'accident' in detail before

they'd let me go. "I've been a naughty little girl, Miss Linda,

because I wet my pretty pink lace panties. I just wet all over

myself like a big baby, and now my pretty panties are all wet and

icky."

"Not bad, Miss Barbie. I think you are getting the hang of the

game," smirked Linda. "Hey, Beth, you know, we can have a lot of

fun with this little girl. She looks so adorable in her little lace

panties and sexy nylons. And she was such a macho prick as our

division officer. I'm going to have a lot of fun making her

squirm." With that, Linda reached over and grabbed me by my limp

dick and pulled me to my knees. She slowly lowered her leather

panties and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I had

always dreamed of getting between her legs, but not like this.

Beth walked over behind me, raised my skirt and slip, and gave me

a sound slap on my pantied bottom. She then sat down on my back,

and used a ruler to paddle my lace-clad bottom until I was

whimpering like a little ten-year-old girl. I was totally

humiliated; a brave naval Ensign, dressed in a Wave's uniform and

wearing cum-soaked ultra-feminine pink lace panties and nylons and

a garter belt. "If the boys in the 'O' club could only see their

Ensign now!" smirked Beth. "Oh, they will if she doesn't obey us,"

warned Linda. Beth pulled my skirt and slip over my waist and

commanded me to crawl on my hands and knees over to Linda, ordering

me to lick her until she came in my mouth.

They then had me stand up to stand another inspection, only this

time they brushed off any lint that they found. They freshened my

makeup and replaced one of my nylons that had gotten a run in it.

Once they were sure that I was pretty close to naval regulation,

they each took one of my arms and we walked out of my office and

through the outer office to the door of the supply department. They

told me that if I were to be found out that I would be in more

trouble than I cared to think about as we left the building and

headed for their car.

We drove across the base and out the main gate and headed for town.

When we came to an out-of-the-way bar clear across to the other

side of town, we stopped the car and they took me inside. We sat

down at a table in a secluded corner and Linda ordered drinks for

all of us. As soon as we got them, Linda and Beth got up from the

booth and and decided to dance to a couple of records, leaving me

all alone in the booth in the dark corner.

It was while they were dancing that a mannish-looking woman came

over to me and sat down in the booth. She asked me if I would like

to dance with her. At first I told her no, but Beth and Linda came

back to the booth and insisted that I should, giving me that 'or

else' look.

I slid around to the edge of the booth and stood up. The woman took

my hand and led the way to the dance floor. It was a slow song and

she held me very close to her. I was glad that she was a little

drunk, or she might have found out that I was really a guy. When

the song was over, she walked back to the booth with me, and asked

if she could join us for a drink or two. Before I could say

anything, Linda jumped at the chance to have her sit with us, right

next to me.

It didn't take this butchy Lesbian long to start messing around,

trying to feel my legs and ass. The only way to stop her was to

take hold of her hand and hold it while we sat there. She bought

us several more drinks, and as we drank them, things got a little

more relaxed. The next thing I knew was that this woman had put her

arm around my waist and held my hand with her other free hand.

Beth and Linda kept commenting on what a nice couple we made,

trying to encourage the girl to go even further than she already

had, to the point that every time I let my guard down for even a

second she tried to kiss me on the cheek or run her hand up my

nylons and under my short skirt.

This went on for over an hour, until Linda finally told us that we

had better be going. As we got up from the booth, Linda and Beth

thanked the woman for buying the drinks for us, and told me to at

least give the nice woman a goodnight kiss. I was turning a bright

red, and if not for my makeup, they would have seen it. I turned

my head to just tell the girl thanks and as my mouth opened, she

planted her lips over mine and sent her tongue deep into my throat.

I didn't have to return her kiss; she was holding me so tight

around my waist that my head wouldn't go back any further. She

kissed me long and hard, and as she did I could see the flash

coming from Beth's camera.

When she broke off the kiss, she made me promise that I would

return there tomorrow and meet her. She wouldn't let us go until

she had Beth's and Linda's promise. Then she kissed me lightly on

the cheek and let go of my waist. As I walked past her, she slapped

me on the cheek of my ass rather hard, right on the sore spot that

Beth had left for me.

Once outside, I was going to start screaming at Beth and Linda, but

as I opened my mouth to start, Linda told me they would lower my

pink lace panties and paddle my flesh right then and there if I

said one word to either of them.

We got back into the car and headed back toward the base. Once we

got inside the gate I felt a little better knowing that I didn't

have to show my ID card to the Marine guard at the gate.

The car pulled back up to the supply room, and we all got out and

went back into my office, where my ordeal was ended.

My ordeal finally ended as they ordered me out of the Wave's

uniform, but commanded that I remain in my damp lingerie. They told

me to come to work the next day as if nothing had happened. "Oh,

yes, Miss Barbie, make sure you are wearing your regulation

lingerie of white cotton panties, sheer pantyhose, and a white

cotton slip. If you can't do this, you're going to get a severe

dressing down, young lady!" Linda laughed. Oh, yes, replied Beth,

"it's very unladylike to wear damp panties, little girl, so don't

let me catch you wearing damp panties again, or maybe momma Beth

will put you in diapers. Yes, you'd look just darling wearing

diapers, Miss Barbie."

I sat at my desk, sobbing my heart out. These mere girls had me,

they had all of me. The pictures were damning. They not only had

me holding my dress and slip to expose my panties and nylons, but

shots of Linda jacking me off, as well as performing oral sex on

her. The worst shots were of me holding my skirts high, with my

gartered and stockinged legs held tightly together, and my pretty

pink panties visibly damp and soiled, not to mention the one of

that butch Lesbian French kissing me in the bar. I truly was their

Barbie Doll.

These women could not only disgrace me, ruin my career, but quite

possibly send me to jail as well. I had no choice but to be their

Barbie Doll. It was past eleven PM when they finally left, and

their was no way that I would be able to purchase the feminine

regulation lingerie for the next day. I'm sure they arranged this

problem, so I left for my apartment to wash my newly acquired pink

lace slip, pink lace panties, pink garter belt, and nylons.

The next day I arrived for work wearing Linda's frilly feminine

things that I had washed the night before under my uniform. Linda

wasted no time in getting into my office. She closed and locked the

door, and then commanded me to lower my trousers. "Shame on you,

Miss Barbie, you're still not wearing regulation undies. Where's

your white cotton panties, where's your plain white regulation

slip? We can't have this disregard for regulations, can we Miss

Barbie?" I shamefully replied, "No, Miss Linda, I'm very sorry,

Miss Linda."

"You've been acting so young and foolish, not very mature, I'm

afraid," she said. "Beth and I have decided to dress you in some

darling clothes that are a bit more appropriate for a young lady.

Mmmm, let's see... you wet your panties, right? And you really love

lace and ribbons. Your favorite color is pink... Maybe you'd like

to start out learning how to be a proper young lady at an earlier

time in life? I guess we could make you a teenage girl. I could

dress you in a training bra, since you really have such small tits.

Yes, miniskirts, crinolines, petticoats, and simple nylon panties

and low-heeled patent leather pumps might do."

I was getting visibly excited as I stood before her and she

described my teenage girl outfit. Unfortunately I got so excited

that a few drops began to make a damp circle on the front of my

French lace bikini panties. "Oh, no, I forgot about the little

accidents you have. Proper teenage girls don't wet their pretty

little panties, Miss Barbie. I'm afraid we'll have to back a a

little farther in time." With that, Linda reached down into the bag

she brought into the room and brought out a pair of frilly ruffled

pink nylon panties with rows of pink ruffles across the back. "I

got these panties just for you, Miss Barbie, just the thing for a

six-year-old little girl. You know, the kind that occasionally have

accidents."

Linda had thought this scene out very well. She had me remove my

uniform trousers and my pink lace panties and then had me step into

the frilly, ruffled pink panties. Then she ordered me to sit down

until until she returned with more appropriate 'little girl'

clothes. She left, taking my trousers with her in the bag!

Talk about stark terror, here I was, without trousers, and wearing

my nylons and garter belt and these ultra-feminine pink ruffled

lace panties! I was literally trapped in my own office! Linda told

the rest of the office to hold all my visitors, that the Ensign

wasn't feeling too well. In about an hour she returned with several

large packages.

"You're in luck, Miss Barbie. I was able to find your size in some

really cute little girl's fashions!" she teased as she pulled a

fluffy pink party dress out of the bag. She also brought out a

starchy white petticoat, black patent leather high heel shoes, a

pair of pink colored Danskin tights and a large pink ribbon for my

hair. She ordered me to strip out of the rest of my uniform, and

quickly began to dress me in my new outfit. In a few minutes I

looked totally ridiculous dressed in a little girl's party dress.

I was candy-apple red from shame, unable to move without exposing

my pretty ruffled panties. "Don't you like your new party dress,

Miss Barbie?" Linda teased. "I really like to see you dressed as

a sissy little girl. And I'm sure my macho division officer is

about to wet her darling little panties, she's so excited!"

Linda decided that I should stay like this in my office all day and

thought I could amuse myself by writing a thousand times: "I'm a

sissy little girl who gets so excited in her new ruffled panties

and party dress that she wets her panties."

Later that day, Linda returned to inspect my progress. I had

written the punishment, but since I couldn't leave the office, I

was in desperate need to use the men's room. Linda anticipated my

dilemma and produced a little potty chair, the kind you'd use to

potty train a child with.

After looking at my punishment writing, she lifted my short skirt

to see if I'd had an accident. "Very good, Miss Barbie! You're

still dry! I guess it's a good thing I brought you this potty

chair." She ordered me to sit on the potty chair and told me to

"make wee-wee like a good little girl." I accepted the relief, even

though it was terribly humiliating to be forced to act like a

child. I began pulling down the colored Danskin tights, but Linda

cut me short. "No, no, Miss Barbie. You have to make wee-wee so

bad, you don't have time to lower your new panties."