Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Great story so far.
Looking forward to the next chapters

My mom and Aunt didn’t bother to allow us to dress after our attitude adjustment. They walked us naked through the house to the bathroom we shared with the boys and left the door wide open. My Aunt found the bathroom distastefully small and didn’t like it.

“I don’t know why they make stand-up showers; it’s absolutely ridiculous. There is a reason that old ways were better,” my Aunt observed as she turned on the water and checked the temperature with her hand.

“If we were using the REAL old ways, the girls would have to strip down by a river and wash up that way,” Mom chuckled.

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Aunt Katy said that it worked for hundreds of years.

“It’d probably get a little crowded around here at night time, and what would we do when it snows?” Mom chuckled as my cousin and, I stood there completely naked.

“The settler women of the old days found a way to make it work, and I’d imagine they were crusty and air dried if they didn’t have a corn cob or a Sears and Roebuck’s catalog to take with them to the outhouse as well,” Aunt Katy countered.

I had no idea what she was talking about, but the other women giggled knowingly – I hated not being in on the secret.

“Okay, we’ll do Penelope first, because you’ll be the fastest,” Aunt Katy directed her daughter to get in the shower. “Hop your pink little butt in there, Penelope.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Penelope stepped into the shower without hesitation and presented her ass to the water. She yelped that it was too cold – pouting angrily and pulling her body out of the stream of water.

“Please tell me that you don’t waste my sister’s hot water running a steamy shower?” her mom placed her hands on her hips, and looked angrily at her daughter.

“That’s ice cold, Mommy!” Penelope complained.

“Mountain water is ice cold too, and I seem to remember you jumping into the springs when we let you go swimming, you’ll get used to it. Get your little dumper back under the water. I am sure it’ll feel good on your pink butt.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Penelope frowned, and gingerly stuck her ass in the water, while her mother got some shaving cream on her hands and selected a used razor from the bin. “Is this the one you’ve been using?” she asked her daughter.

“Yes, Mommy,” Penelope agreed.

“How many times have you used it?” Aunt Katy asked.

“Three times, I think,” Penelope said.

“You need to pay closer attention. Three is probably the most you can get out of these cheap razors. You and your cousin need to learn to share this – so get rid of it after you both use it twice,” she told her daughter to be the one to toss it.

I frowned in disgust, but my Aunt and mother didn’t notice because they were busy watching Penelope get her milky-white ass shaved. I really didn’t see any hair at all on her butt and I thought it was overkill to shave it daily.

“If you are doing this to yourself, pull your butt crack all the way apart like this,” my Aunt seemed mortified and disgusted when she slid Penelope’s ass crack apart and noticed a few stray hairs. “I thought you said you shaved your backside?”

“I do, but I can’t get where the sun doesn’t shine, mommy!” Penelope frowned.

“Did Willie shave this part of your bottom?” Aunt Katy asked. My pussy was still dripping from the endorphins running through my body, and I felt a tinge of humiliation on behalf of my cousin just imagining her allowing her little brother to see the hole she poops out of while she bathes.

“I could never ask him to look at my poop hole, mommy!” Katy’s nose snarled in disgust.

“You mean to tell me you’ve been running around with this much hair around your butthole right out in the open? I used to let you sit on the couch naked, and you had dirty, poopy hairs sticking out?”

“I wiped my butt, Momma! I just didn’t shave off THOSE hairs,” Penelope blushed as her mother shaved between her ass cheeks – periodically plucking out the longest hairs and causing Penelope’s eyes to water.

“I don’t care how well you wipe, if you’ve got long hairs like that sticking out like furry spider legs, it’s disgusting. Can you reach behind yourself and groom your crack?” she asked her daughter bluntly.

Penelope tried but she was unsure about it.

“Come here, Molly,” Katy insisted. I knew that she was about to put the razor in my hand and make me do it. She insisted that Penelope hold her butt cheeks apart and then encouraged me to slowly, and carefully shave every hair on her ass – but she plucked the longest ones.

“Very good, Molly. You did that really well,” Aunt Katy thanked me and told me to get into the shower while Penelope did the same for me. The cold water was irritating, but once I got used to it, it wasn’t so bad. When people say “Take a cold shower” to make yourself less horny though, I don’t think they were talking about this temperature of water. The icy tingles – elevated my physical sensations and felt good once I got used to it.

“Start with your cousin's front; she left a ton of curly hair on the side,” Aunt Katy acted like it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen as she directed Penelope to remain in the shower and shave my pussy while my mother and aunt watched and directed us.

Penelope was very careful, and even told me not to be nervous. “I’ve done this plenty of times and only cut myself so badly I needed to go to the hospital one time,” she joked.

“Don’t tease your cousin,” Katy warned somberly as she directed my cousin to lift my labia and shave around the curves of my pussy lips. The worst part of the humiliation was that my cousin’s fingers around my pussy were turning me on, and there wasn’t anything I could do to prevent that feeling.

“Sorry about this, Molly,” Penelope blushed when she noticed that I was getting aroused and dripping.

“Don’t apologize to your cousin. You will both need to shave each other from now on, so you may as well get familiar with each other’s little flappers. I don’t see any other way to approach it,” Katy looked at my mother for her thoughts.

My mom looked uncomfortable, but her only concern was that the door was open. “Do we really need to leave the bathroom door open?”

“Yes, I think so. That way the girls don’t get tempted to get too frisky or use up all your hot water, and steam the place out,” Aunt Katy had come right out and accused her daughter and I of being capable of being tempted to finger each other.

“They can still close the door when they go pee, though right?” My mom asked.

“Yes, obviously that’s not a concern. I would prefer there was a bathtub, but I don’t want them to use ours. The boys and Penelope get a lot of dirt on them during the day, and I am sure Molly will now that she is playing outside.”

“Can we go poop by ourselves?” I asked with a frown as I stood there with ice-cold water cascading down my naked body and tried not to watch my cousin shaving me hairless in front of my mom and aunt.

“Obviously, you can use the bathroom alone with permission, Molly. I don’t like the sarcastic tone. You were the one that was caught masturbating LAST night, and Penelope had her own naughty temptations back home that we had to deal with,” Aunt Katy implied that her daughter was caught playing with herself and Penelope blushed. “Are you suggesting that your mom and I want to be in here with you? I am trying to save you the indignity of having me or your mother lift your little clitty and shave your dirty slit and bottom for you.”

“No, Ma’am,” I replied hastily.

“Good, now turn around and spread your cheeks, we’ll be outside just the the door,” my Aunt decided and she and my mother left as I turned around and spread my butthole.

“Wow, you don’t have to any hairs at all around your anus, it’s nice and tight,” Penelope tapped my butthole with her finger.

“Quit,” I blushed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Shaving you is like shaving an angry cat and waiting for you to claw me to death. The thing is, your bald angry kitty seems at least a little happy by what’s happening to it,” she mused as she ran her finger around the bottom of my pussy.

“Stop,” I hissed in a whisper.

Penelope didn’t do anything inappropriate after that, finished up and we dried off, brushed our teeth together, and walked completely naked to our room and prepared to get ready for bed.

I was still red in the face, and periodically I touched my bald pussy, and felt my pink ass. My cousin and I put on her socks, a fresh pair of white panties, and a fresh night gown. I was feeling awkward and humiliated, so I lashed out at Penelope.

“Why do you do whatever anyone tells you with a big smile on your face, but not what I tell you?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she shrugged. “I like doing things for other people to make them happy. I don’t understand why you don’t. It’s no skin off my ass, and I would do what you tell me too.”

“But I am JUST a girl,” I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t I the lowest on the totem pole? We’re just maids, I even have to do whatever Albert tells me now, probably,” I said.

“What would be so bad about doing what Albert tells you to do? Don’t you trust him? It’s not like he’s going to tell you to dance in traffic or do something that would be wrong, would he?” Penelope countered.

“Why should I have to do what he tells me at all? He’s not the boss of me,” I shrugged.

“I don’t see it like that at all,” Penelope flopped on our bed. “I love my brother, and I would do anything for him. If he wants me to play with him, that’s a gift. I love spending time with my brother. If I make it hard for him to do that, he may stop coming around.”

“You like doing chores and cleaning while he and Albert go out and play?” I asked.

“I know you think there is something wrong with elbow grease and help, but I love helping Mom and getting to learn to cook and take care of the house. I love tending to the yard, and doing good things. I don’t mind it at all. You seem to act like they are taking something from us, but we get a roof over our head, and food in our tummies, and their guidance and wisdom. The least we can do is try to be nice and do something for them?”

It was hard to argue with that. I wanted to suggest she just liked the attention that they showed her when she did a good job, but even that didn’t happen all the time. “You respect your mom and my parents, but if Willie walked in here right now and told you to take off your socks and put them on your hands, you would?”

“Sure, why not?” she giggled at the silly suggestion.

“Okay, take them off, and put them on your hands,” I said and added that I wanted Penelope to stand up first. I was nervous at first when I gave her the instructions. I just wanted to test my theory that Penelope saw me at the same level as her and would find it odious to have to do what I told her to do.

Penelope sprung to her feet, and gleefully removed her socks, placing them on her hands like sock puppets.

“Okay, pull your panties down to your ankles and hand them to me,” I said with a little more confidence.

Penelope didn’t hesitate, she gladly tugged her panties down, and gave them to me. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this experiment. I handed them right back and said “put the panties over your head.”

“Why?” Penelope asked with a giggling smirk.

“You wouldn’t ask Willie or your mom why, would you?” I asked.

“I would, because I don’t think they would ever ask me to do something that weird, but if it will make you happy, then I will,” Penelope pulled her panties down over her face, revealing only her mouth. She looked ridiculous.

“How do you feel?”

“Silly, I guess,” she shrugged.

“You aren’t humiliated?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t go that far. I’d probably feel disgusted if these were Willie’s gross undies he wears for two days straight and poop striped, but they are clean, and other than a little whiff of my pussy, I don’t know what the point of this is,” she admitted.

“The point is that is how I want you to sleep next to me from now on. I want you to spoon me, from behind, and wrap your arms around me,” I guided her into the bed, and made her snuggle up next to me.”"I like the body heat.”

“You want me to sleep like this every night?” she seemed amused by the instruction.

“Nope, take your nightgown off completely, and just keep your panties on your head,” I said. I felt emboldened, and I wanted to prove a point – I wanted to see if I could reach a point where Penelope told me no.

“Okay,” she seemed indifferent – not eager, but not reluctant. She stood up, stripped off the night gown, folded it up and put it away, and then gingerly laid down next to me, wrapping her arms just under my breasts. “Is this okay? do you like this?”

“You don’t think this is weird?” I asked as I luxuriated in my cousin’s body warmth.

“Oh, it’s weird, but if this is what you like, then I would do it. I don’t understand the point. Am I doing this so that my breathing on your neck doesn’t bother you?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. I realized that my cousin was somewhat pragmatic and seemed to need a reason to be provided as a justification. “I want you to strip at the door in my room from now on and put your panties in your mouth until you get ready to leave because I want you to be gagged so you can only talk with permission,” I said.

“Okay, do you want me to take the panties off my head now and put them in my mouth?” she asked, rather seriously.

“Yes,” I instructed.

My cousin removed the panties, wadded them up, put them in her mouth like a gag, giggled and mumbled good night, and then we began to sleep with her arms wrapped around my body. In the morning, she got up and mumbled some things to me.

“You may take the panties out of your mouth,” I sighed.

“Sorry, there were a few times I accidentally rolled over; how did you sleep?” she asked with genuine concern for me while holding a wet pair of white cotton panties she plucked out of her mouth.

“I slept okay,” I felt guilty that I had been so strict with my cousin. “How did you sleep?”

“At first, I wanted to keep talking to you, but I realized you made me put my panties in my mouth so that I couldn’t talk your ear off. Are you going to give me more things to do like that?” she asked eagerly.

“You didn’t think it was naughty to spoon me nude all night?” I asked coyly.

“Not really, we sleep in close quarters, and I assumed you didn’t want to touch because you only touched my wrists and ankles and, when you accidentally brush my thighs or something you jump. After shaving me where the sun doesn’t shine, I don’t think there is much on my body you haven’t seen. I am glad you liked it when I slept with my arms around you.”

“Would you have ever slept like that with Willie?” I asked.

“No, he would have probably found it cheesy if I hugged him all night,” she admitted.

“Did you two sleep naked?” I asked.

“I never thought to ask if he would mind, but I’ve seen him change and he’s seen me change. It wouldn’t have been a big deal. He probably would have laughed about me having my panties in my mouth.”

“Because you’d taste your own pussy?” I asked.

“Hah, no, I don’t think his mind would have gone there,” she said and clarified that he’d laugh that she was forced to be quiet all night. “I used to jibber-jabber and talk his ear off all night before my mom started the attitude adjustments with me. You may not believe it but, I used to be really judgmental and snotty. The attitude adjustments do work.”

“I don’t feel any different,” I admitted.

“Yeah, it’s going to take more than twice for it to sink in. Mom does it much differently than Daddy did,” she shrugged. “It may take a little longer with her way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Daddy would make me answer questions and stuff, but he spanked much harder, and if he didn’t think the answer was complete, he’d really spank my butt. Mom holds back, because she doesn’t want to hurt us. It kind of defeats the point. I know you don’t like it, but I wish she’d spank me a little harder.”

“Why don’t you ask her?” I smirked.

“That would be rude, and may make her feel weird. Mom’s doing this for us as a favor, and I definitely don’t want to make you mad,” Penelope said. “You don’t really like the attitude adjustment, and if I asked for mom to turn up the intensity a little, you’d blame me for a sore bottom. I already know I’ve intruded into your life, and I am afraid you resent me because you have to dress like me and are held to the same standards.”

I felt bad about that – I apologized to her and said that I knew it wasn’t her fault. “I admit – I wondered what the big deal was about being spanked, because I barely feel it.”

“Yeah, I am glad you said that. I thought that if I said something about it, you would look at me the same way you do when I tell you that I like doing things for other people and think that I am crazy,” she admitted.

We were laughing, when the door swung open and Willie and Albert walked in on us. Willie didn’t seem at all concerned about his naked sister, or that he walked in uninvited.

“Good morning, Willie,” Penelope greeted her brother with a hug, and then hugged Albert. I felt obligated to do the same thing – except I was dressed.

“We want to play cops and robbers today; we need you two to be criminals. Can you ask Mom if you can do your chores later and come play this morning?” Willie asked his sister.

“I am shocked you asked her,” I said and added that I thought he just told his sister what he expected and she had to do his bidding.

“Sorry,” Willie looked at me with a confused expression. “My sister likes to play, so I assumed she was on board, and made the assumption you’d like to play as well. Albert explained to me that you like to be asked to participate. Do you want to play with us as well?” he asked.

“Can I be one of the cops?” I asked.

“Like a dirty cop, that we have to frisk and tie up with Penelope?” Willie seemed excited by that idea.

“No, just a regular cop and you guys can be the criminals, along with Penelope,” I said. I wasn’t really interested in playing, but I wanted to see their reaction. Penelope and Willie were confused that I’d want to do that, but my brother was ambivalent and reluctantly agreed to be a criminal with Penelope.

Willie insisted that he’d be a cop, by the name of Seargent Ninja Black. I was to be “The Rookie” which was a position that my brother had held in past games. I accepted that since I had never played before.

Once the boys left to get ready, I asked my cousin, “What if I told you to be naked all the time around the house?”

“I’d have to ask Mom and your parents if that would be alright, I doubt they would say I could do it,” she explained as she put her clothes back on to go to breakfast.

“You wouldn’t mind though? Being naked all the time?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I doubt it. Would it make you happy if I was always naked?” she asked. “I won’t ever understand why you’d want to do the chasing, when you could be chased and have more fun as a criminal, but if that’s what you like then I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

“What if I told you it was so that I could tell when your little nipples got hard, or your pussy got wet so you could admit you are having perverted thoughts and ask to be spanked?” I said.

“If I got spanked every time my nipples got puffy and hard, I’d probably have a purple ass, but would you really want to get me in trouble? Your mom might think it was a good idea for you too,” she suggested.

“Yeah, she might, and would you be happy if I got in trouble for having a wet pussy?” I asked. I was trying to figure out what made my cousin tick.
“if you weren’t supposed to have perverted thoughts and you did, it would be for your own good, but I wouldn’t intentionally try to get you in trouble. I used to tempt Willie to steal from the cookie jar, or set him up to get in trouble for breaking something but that was before the attitude adjustments. I feel really guilty about that.”

“Would you be mad at me; if you knew that’s why I wanted you to be naked? So you would get spanked more?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t blame you for being mad at me, because you weren’t getting attitude adjustments before I arrive, but I would try to make things right so you don’t want revenge on me.”

I wasn’t getting the answer that I wanted. I wanted to hear that my cousin would be petty, and seek vengeance against me but it was obvious to me that she wouldn’t and didn’t even see that as a possible outcome.

“It may be fun to get in trouble a little,” she giggled as we walked into the kitchen to help with breakfast and setting the table. I asked her what she meant, and she whispered that she would tell me later.

During breakfast, I asked if we could go outside and play cops and robbers with the boys. My mom was overjoyed by the question and happy to let us forgo our chores to play with them. Penelope and I went back to my room to put on an outfit to wear outside.

“What did you mean about it being fun to get in trouble?”

“I wasn’t serious; I was just picturing you asking my mom to forbid me to wear clothes so she could catch me if I showed signs of arousal, and spank my bottom with a paddle. It may be fun to get in trouble, but I wouldn’t want to really make my mom angry, or do dirty stuff around your parents and brother. Willie has caught me doing all sorts of nasty things over the years, so he wouldn’t be all that shocked, but I think your parents would.”

“Naughty stuff like what?” I asked.

“Oh gosh, you are going to make me blush,” Penelope admitted. I told her I didn’t think that was possible, and she didn’t understand what I meant. I felt it was hard to embarrass her. “Once I put an entire stick of butter into my BUTT hole; because I thought the words were funny – butter and butthole. I softened it in the microwave and stuck it in my behind.”

“Wow,” I asked what happened after that.

“I got caught, Willie and his friend walked in on me being nasty with it, and getting myself off, and shortly after that is when my parents started giving me daily attitude adjustments.”

“You liked putting something up your butt?” I asked.

Penelope blushed and looked down. “Yes, I love putting things where the sun doesn’t shine, which I know is naughty, but I like it better than putting them in my pussy.”

“No panties, take them off completely,” I said as we got dressed in matching skirts and tops.

“When they play cops and robbers, eventually Willie is going to make me take off my skirt and stay in place, and I am not allowed to go naked outside,” she explained.

“What If we don’t tell your mom?” I asked.

“I’d rather not, what if someone sees me and I upset them? please don’t ask me to do that,” she said.

I realized that I had reached a limit with my cousin, so we went outside with the boys. My cousin Willie had a litany of rules for me as a cop. “This is your walkie talkie,” he held up an imaginary radio in his hand, and spoke into it. He made static noises as he talked and explained the lingo “This is Ninja Black, over.”

I walked next to Willie, while my brother and Penelope walked slowly behind us, hands behind their backs.

He looked at me expectantly, even though we were walking side by side through the woods.

“This is Officer Molly, over, pshkwww..” I replied into my hand while making a static sound effect with my mouth. I felt silly.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a criminal? You don’t look like you are enjoying using the walkie-talkie,” he said.

I assured him that I’d love to be a cop. “Fine, let’s frisk the prisoners,” Willie commanded once we were deep enough in the woods.

He turned around and began to frisk his sister, basically feeling around her tits, through her dress. Albert looked at me as if I was going to go straight for his cock. I didn’t though – I patted him down like a regular cop might.

“Turn around, Albert,” I patted his butt down, through his jeans and then asked him if he had anything sharp in his pockets. My little brother seemed confused as I imitated a gruff no-nonsense police officer.

Willie basically groped his sister’s pussy, patted her ass a few times, and then declared them patted down. “Handcuffs,” he said as he made a click noise and attached imaginary cuffs to his sisters hands. I had snuck some duct tape out of the house, and had it in my purse. I pulled it out and began to cuff my brothers hands behind his back by wrapping it around his wrists.

“Oh wow, Duct tape,” Willie loved that idea. I let him use some on his sister, and then we marched them further into the woods to what Wilie called the prison. It just happened to be the same “Fort” that we were cowboys and Indians at the previous day.

“Okay, let’s put the prisoners back in jail, and you and I will go out on patrol, over,” Willie said into his imaginary walkie talkie. I was about to tell him that was silly but I agreed and we walked a short distance away.

My cousin took me to a small hill, where we could see what direction the pair ran off in. Wilie gave them a sporting head start, drew his imaginary service revolver and beckoned me to follow him. We dashed through the woods until we managed to corner my brother, but Penelope was still on the run. His hands were bound behind him.

“I got him, Ninja. You get the Mastermind,” I assured Willie. Albert cowered as I approached him after Willie ran off. I wondered if my brother thought I’d rough him up or what. I yanked his shorts down around his ankles and noticed his boner.

“You’ve got a hard-on,” I chuckled. Albert blushed so hard that I had to laugh. It was nice to get a little payback. I yanked his underwear down to his ankles, and exposed his penis. He barely had any pubic hair.

“Hairy penises are for men, not little boys like you,” I chastised him. “You shouldn’t be walking around with an erection, Albert! I am going to have to spank your bottom!”

“No, this isn’t how cops and robbers goes,” he insisted. He could have ran, although his pants and underwear were around his ankles, and his wrists were together.

“It is now, you’ve been naughty! Kick your underwear off,” I insisted. Once he stepped out of them, I examined them carefully. My little brother had a light poop stripe, but not much. I made sure to stick the other end in his mouth and then duct taped it into a gag.

I bent him over, and began to spank him. I realized after I started that it would have been more fun to make him count, and ask him questions about dirty thoughts he was having. His dick got harder and harder with each swat on his butt. I was giving it to him much harder than my aunt gave it to me – as hard as I could. I knew he could take it.

I was surprised that Albert’s legs and ass was entirely hairless – lucky bastard. Willie approached with an imaginary gun pointed to his sister’s back and asked me what I was doing to the perpetrator.

“I am spanking him, because he has an erection, Sarge,” I said.

“You can’t do that,” Willie insisted, but my cousin Penelope began laughing.

“Why not? He’s having naughty thoughts. I am just giving Albert an attitude adjustment! You should do the same to Penelope! She’s definitely having criminal thoughts!”

Willie thought nothing of yanking his sister’s skirt down to her ankles, but he was shocked to see she wasn’t wearing panties. Penelope giggled impishly and said she wasn’t being naughty.

I injected her with imaginary truth serum, and told her “You must tell the complete truth, is your pussy wet?”

“Yes,” she confessed.

“Do you need an attitude adjustment?” I asked.

“Yes,” she smiled wider. I insisted that Willie bend her over and spank her bare bottom.

Albert creamed himself around the time I hit his ass, and I didn’t even realize it. He shot a little cum out of his dick and bent over, like he was in pain – face completely red. My cousins didn’t figure it out either. They were too busy with their own thing. I think the idea of being spanked and seeing Penelope getting it as well had turned my little brother knob and caused him to ejaculate.

I allowed my brother time to rest, but continued to arrest him and spank his ass, while Willie did the same to his sister for a few hours. There were times Willie wanted me to be a criminal, but I didn’t accept his offer.

After that day, I began to order my cousin and Albert around the house – it was a lot of fun. My parents never figured it out, or if the did – they didn’t say anything about it. Willie and I became the defacto bosses, and Albert and Penelope submitted to our whims.

I started dressing my brother Albert up like a girl, putting make up on his face, and making him wear my panties, and also tying him up with Penelope – face to face. Eventually, my cousins moved away, and Albert stopped obeying all of my orders, but my mom continued to give me an attitude adjustment in the living room every night and make me shave my pussy until I graduated high school.

















(I was going to end it here - originally I had plans to develop a more dynamic power exchange relationship as Molly realizes Penelope just likes to do things for other people/told what to do, and she adjusts to new rules about grooming. Hair brushing, bathing each other, etc, and the girlification of the teenager was in the works, but I am not sure I set this up correctly and it may be better as a short. )