You jumped up and down like a silly girl, clomping on the floor happily, when I told you I was making the spare bedroom into an at-home studio for your ballet lessons.
Private Ballet Lessons
You clearly need extra attention in order to catch up with the girls in your ballet class. Your prancing around the house, crashing into the coffee table, knocking over lamps, just isn’t going to cut it anymore. You are simply too big at 6 feet 2 inches to dance around willy-nilly.
I hired Gwenny (short for Guinevere) to work with you 3 afternoons a week and all day on Sunday. Yes, you do need that much practice. Your teacher sent home a notice after your Pirouette debacle saying either you shape up or you will need to find another ballet school. I would hate to send you somewhere else after you just got used to this group of girls. (Well, now that they are used to you!)
Gwenny has rules, sweetie. You will need to adhere to them.
Rules for Practice
- You will wear pink panties for every rehearsal.
- You will wear proper fitting tights.
- You will wear ballet slippers.
- You will wear a ballet skirt.
- You will do anything she asks of you.
- She has my blessing to discipline you any way she sees fit.
What I have not told you is what Gwenny and I talked about in private. She has certain… activities… planned for you. I’ll tell you the first, but the others are going to be surprises.
Tomorrow when she arrives and checks you out to make sure you have obeyed her instructions, she is going to take you to the Party Store for supplies, including a magic wand. Yes, you will wear your ballet outfit… don’t argue with me!
grabbing your arm and pulling you over my lap
pulling down your pants, baring your bottom
spank spank spank spank
Do not talk back to me! Besides a spanking, you will get some soap in your mouth when we go upstairs. You should know better than that.
taking you by the arm and heading upstairs
You need to learn better manners!
I was glad to see this post – I was “mouth soaped” as a kid and had some other “old fashioned” type disciplines. They were awful, awful at the time but now they are oddly warm memories and even something that I crave and need. It is hard to explain craving what was once so distasteful. It is like the warmth of mom’s lap and being spanked – awful then but now comforting or familiar?
Our minds really are amazing, aren’t they? What is retained… what really makes a deep impression on us… what turns from random act to lifelong kink?
When asked, “Why?” about our sexual kinks and fetishes, my answer is usually, “We could sit with 50 Psychiatrists for 50 years and they would give us 51 ‘answers’ to why we are the way we are. Instead of trying to figure out ‘why,’ ENJOY your needs and desires… have fun with them… let some Psych student figure it out.”
Sounds good to me anyway.
Private Ballet lessons are very helpful to make a man more flexible, to keep legs in shape and to learn diszipline. I had the luck to get private lessons over a period of one year, but only one afternoon a weeek. Anyway it was very intensive, my ballet teacher used the Waganowa method. She was kind, precise and taught me the basic ballet moves. I shaved my legs, i wore ballet capri leggings, a tight ballet shirt and ballet slippers. I never told my ballet teacher, that i am a submissive sissy fag and that i adore muscular, manly Men. And i wasn´t brave enough to ask her, if i am allowed to wear pink ballet tights. The risk was too high that she would end the lessons and i enjoyed the ballet lessons too much. Now i have a barre at my home to keep up ballet exercises and of course i wear pink ballet tights, a pink top and my sweet white ballet slippers when i am at home. If i find a good teacher, i will resume private ballet lessons.
How in the holy fuck did I miss this amazing comment?!?! Ballet fag, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
I love you sharing with all of us about your own experiences with ballet lessons. I am happily amazed at your ability to even wear the leggings, tight shirt and slippers! Awesome.
I know, sharing the sissy part can be a huge leap (pun intended), but that you share it with me and the others here… so wonderful. Thank you for entrusting us with that part of you.
You have a barre in your home?! You cannot see how huge my smile is for you! I mean, my face hurts from smiling so big seeing you in all that pink and white.
You are just awesome, Ms. Ballet Fag. Don’t be a stranger!