Auntie’s Petticoating Rules Scene 3

“It doesn’t matter if you’re six, sixteen or twenty six William… my house means my rules!” she barked. “And don’t look at me like that young man… if you’d brought some knickers with you, you’d be able to wear those instead of a nappy,” she told me. Reluctantly, I told her that I don’t wear knickers anymore. “You do in my house.” she snapped. “Now put those underpants in the bin and come over here,” she instructed, tapping her foot on the big pink changing mat that lay on the floor. “Once you’ve got your nappy on we’ll go shopping for some new knickers… and please don’t make me spank you first!” she told me.