In my early teens I already had an obsession with smelling dirty knickers. My younger sister's cotton school knickers were my go to when I needed a wank. About once a month we would visit my aunt, my dad's sister, and my two cousins. Cousin Lisa was twelve and Kerry fourteen when Auntie Chris caught me. I had excused myself from a trip to the social club so I could be alone in the house. There was a family washing basket in the bathroom but the girls never used it! Auntie Chris had to pick up their dirty clothes from their bedroom floor. They shared a bedroom at this point. I don't know why… Read more

Lisa is in trouble again. She just can't seem to behave herself at school and now she's sat outside the Headmaster's office, again. Waiting to be punished, again. Last week he just smacked her bottom. For doing the same exact thing again, Lisa knows she will be getting the cane. Sure enough, when she's stood nervously in front of the Headmaster, he informs Lisa that she is going to be given a beating. Lisa feels her tummy drop and her bladder lurch as he tells her to undress. Lisa wishes she'd gone to the toilet but its too late now. Wearing just her cotton vest top, too small for her swelli… Read more

Not the start of my knicker sniffing and stealing by a long way but one that sticks in the memory. When I was about 14/15, I often used to go round my mates house for Sunday lunch. Mum was always working so I was on my own mostly and his parents would feed me. They had money & he had an old motorbike we would ride around the paddocks where he lived. They had a stable and his younger sister would always be out riding on a Sunday morning. She'd come in and take a shower before lunch so, every Sunday, there was a pair of her dirty knickers on the bathroom floor. This was years and years ago… Read more