Chapter 2
I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone.
She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this ... AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!'
The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath the apron was a set of clean sheets.
I balked at the idea of wearing the apron but after recent events, and the possible consequences that could ensue, who was I to disobey my Auntie? I tied the little apron around my waist just below my navel; the hem of the apron rested on the top of my thighs, it was a very immodest garment.
That said; the cool satin and lace felt very sensual against my bare skin. My bottom still stung from my recent spanking and I was tempted to turn the apron around so that the smooth satin would cool my buttocks.
I went to work and mopped the floor, removing my drying semen from the floorboards. I mopped the entire room just to make sure I kept my Auntie happy. I collected Auntie's panties, hosiery and suspender belt and put them on the dresser and then I stripped and remade the bed with the clean sheets. I took the soiled sheets down to the laundry. It was strange walking around the house naked except for the apron.
After I had turned on the washing machine and washed out the mop and bucket I returned to my room and stood in the corner facing the wall as per my instructions. I could hear Aunty Jean moving around downstairs; I could hear the click-clack of her high heels whenever she walked on any of the wooden floors.
It seemed like I was standing in the corner for hours but it was hard to say because I had no idea of the time. The shadows in the room became longer as time passed. Then I heard the click of Auntie's heels on the stairs and I began to tremble in anticipation. I'm not sure if I was disappointed or relieved when she went to her own bedroom instead of mine.
After about fifteen minutes I heard her footfalls approaching and I tensed in anticipation. Her heels clicked on the boards as she entered the room.
"Come here young man!" she ordered.
I walked over with my head bowed to where she was standing next to the bed.
"Lift your head," she ordered.
I lifted my head and Auntie's exotic perfume filled my nostrils. She had touched up her makeup; her cheeks were freshly rouged, her black mascara, black eyeliner, and green and pink eyeshadow set off her hazel eyes; her lips glistened with a fresh application of ruby-red lipstick. Her jet-black bob had just been brushed; her hair was lustrous, the highlights glistened. Her fringe rested just above her brows and the nape rested just above her shoulders. A gold necklace glittered on her neck and matching earrings peeked through the nape of her hair.
My eyes followed her delicate neck and took in the rest of her body.
She was wearing a mauve satin blouse, decorated with ruffles, displaying her ample décolletage. The blouse was tucked into a white duchess satin classic style pencil skirt which hugged her curves perfectly ending just below the knee, showing just enough calf to show off her flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings. The skirt had decorative gathers at the front; and back-seams which accentuated her figure. Her stockinged legs ended in white high-heeled court-shoes. On her right ankle a small gold chain glittered.
As usual she looked and smelled magnificent.
"How do I look?" she asked.
I gulped.
"Lovely Aunty," I whispered my reply.
"Yes; well; after the mess you made on my church clothes this morning I had to change," she explained sternly.
She produced a black leather dog-collar and held it out at arm's length.
"Come here you naughty boy; I think we need to keep you on a leash until I have taught you how to behave."
I stepped forward and allowed her to put the collar around my neck; she fastened it tightly and then she clipped a long leather leash to the ring on the collar.
"Hold out your hands and show me your fingernails," she ordered and I complied.
"Hmm; just as I thought, they're filthy and your fingernails are ragged; there is no way you are touching my delicates with those hands."
She pulled on the leash and I obediently followed her out of the room and down the hall. My eyes ogled her ample bottom and long, nylon-sheathed legs.
She led me into the bathroom where she made me wash my hands repeatedly until she was happy with the results then she picked up a pair of nail-clippers and an emery board and led me back to my bedroom.
"Sit!" she commanded.
I sat on the bed and she had me hold out my hands and carefully clipped each of my fingernails and sanded them smooth.
"That's how you are to keep your fingernails and toenails from now on. I of course have no intention of touching your disgusting feet; you can do your toenails yourself later."
"Now; pick up those panties, stockings and suspenders, I'm going to show you how to wash them.
I picked up the panties, stockings and suspenders that I had been using to masturbate with and noticed that Aunty had added the semen stained stockings that she had been wearing when she spanked me. Silvery trails of wet semen glittered on the nylon.
Aunty Jean led me downstairs to the laundry by my leash; again my eyes were locked on her backside and legs. When we arrived in the laundry she unclipped the leash and had me put the lingerie on the sorting table.
"You will always wash my lingerie separate to any other clothing and you will separate each item and always hand-wash them in warm soapy water," she explained.
"These are your instructions and you are to follow them by wrote," said.
“Separate my stockings from my lingerie and hand-wash each piece of lingerie separately in lukewarm water, rinse and hang up to dry.”
“Perspiration is an enemy to silk and nylon so it's important to wash my silk or nylon stockings as soon as possible after each wearing. Make sure that you check your fingernails before you launder my stockings or a thread may snag and start a ladder and always use lukewarm water made rich suds from mild soap.”
“Turn the stockings inside out and immerse them in the suds but never rub soap on the stockings just dip them up and down in the water slowly to avoid unnecessary stretching. Then extract water by gently squeezing stockings from the top down. Do not slide your hands down the stockings; lightly squeeze them. Rinse them several times in lukewarm water until there's no trace of soap left and extract the water after each rinse by squeezing gently.”
“Finally; stretch the stockings gently into shape and hang, feet down, over a smooth rod to dry, away from heat.”
"Do you understand?" she demanded, straing me balefully in the eyes.
"Yes Aunty," I replied meekly.
"Well you better young man; any items that are laddered, discoloured or misshapen will result in a severe spanking and then you will recompense me from your allowance."
I nodded again.
"Get started and I will supervise you just this once," she said, and stood back, arms folded.
With trembling hands I carefully separated the garments from the pile and laid them out individually on the sorting table. The first item I picked up was the pair of nearly transparent white nylon knickers that I had placed over my head.
"Hold them up," Aunty said, and I held them up to the light.
"Those disgusting silvery stains that you see on the front panel are dribbles from your repulsive penis; the thin crust in the gusset is the result of my natural secretions."
"You will notice that these panties have no cotton gusset so you will have to be very careful when you wash them."
I lowered the diaphanous knickers into the lukewarm water and carefully washed them. My fresh semen stains washed away quickly but I had to spend a few minutes carefully rubbing the material of the crotch area. Aunty Jean stood close beside me and showed me how to rub the delicate nylon in order to remove the crust made by her vaginal discharge. Her ruby-red fingernails were clearly visible through the translucent nylon and the smell of her perfume was very strong.
Despite my best efforts, the proximity of her body, the smell of her perfume and the slippery feel of her soapy panties began to take effect and my penis began to swell under my apron. I pressed my lower body against the laundry tub but that didn't help. If anything it made matters worse as the cool silk of my apron rubbed against my growing erection.
I rinsed the panties and hung them on the clothes-line in the basement laundry; painfully aware that I was tenting the front of my apron. Aunty either didn't notice or deliberately didn't comment.
Next I washed and hung up the suspender belt and then changed the water in the tub.
I followed the instructions down to the letter as I washed out the two pairs of stockings. Aunty Jean watched me intently and scolded me if it looked like I was going to transgress. The closeness of her body, her scent, and the feel of her flimsy stockings in my hands as I washed them would not permit my tumescence to subside.
I was glad when I finally finished and Aunty attached the leash to my collar and led me back upstairs to my bedroom where once again I was forced to stand in the corner and await her return. She returned to my room a few minutes later.
"Turn around and face me you pervert!" she ordered.
Aunty stood there, her legs spread wide, the hem of her skirt stretched taught just below her knees. She was carrying a bamboo cane, which she swished menacingly through the air as she spoke.
"I have tried to teach you some self-discipline but it seems you are going to take a lot of training," she said.
"Look at the mess you have made on your apron!"
I looked down guiltily and saw the wet patch at the front of my apron where pre-seminal fluid had leaked from my penis while I had been washing my Auntie's underwear.