He looks up at her, so guilty, so ashamed. He gulps as he hands her the second stocking, hanging his head as she inspects it.
“Well at least you’ve not laddered them.” she said as she carefully wrapped them around her hand. “But stockings like this are not for a girl your age so you wont be wearing them again.”
After his bath, Peter dried himself on the pink fluffy towel. His legs felt fantastic and for moment, he forgot about the ordeal he was going through. All of a sudden he stopped enjoying them and cursed him self. He dried his hair before wrapping the towel around him, grabbing the knickers and bra he’d spend the day wearing, he quickly exited and trotted to his bedroom. Through nothing more than habit he began to close the the dor, then thought better if it.