Why Did She Do This?

"I got you something," said as she walked into the house. "Put it on, I want to see how you look." I could tell she was not in a great mood but that was nothing new of late. She had been putting in long hours at work for some project, but that was supposed to end this week. A small bag came sailing towards me as she passed through the living room and down the back hallway.

The sack weighed almost nothing so I my first thought was either a t-shirt or socks. Whatever. I decided to go to my room anyway because now that she was home things would get noisy as she started fixing dinner. I tossed it on the bed and went to put on some music. Some time passed before I remembered the sack. Oh yeah, let's see what mom got me. I reached over grabbed it and upended it dumping the contents on my bed.

Panties! The bag contained a single pair of panties, and I'm talking the feminine, girly kind. My heart began to race faster. My mom had just bought me panties! Why did she do this? Did she want me to wear panties? Why? I became more and more confused as I stood there staring at them. I didn't know what to think. Maybe it was a joke? I finally decided it was a punishment for all the teasing of my sister I had done recently. God knows I had been cruel to her and deserving of something as humiliating as this. Maybe this was to teach me a lesson?

I'm not sure how long I stood there staring at them, but it was some time. Why I didn't just take them back and tell her no thank you punish me however you choose but I'm not doing this, I can't say, because that's exactly that I should have done. After what seemed like a long time, though, I decided to put them on -- and let me tell you it was the hardest thing I think I had ever done. I would accept this punishment, and in doing so then and there resolved to never tease my sister again. I went back downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen so I walked in, she saw me immediately and smiled. I lifted up my shirt so she could so the top of the panties I was wearing and said, "I put on the panties you bought for me mom."

I was completely humiliated, but even so, was going to go on and tell her how sorry I was for teasing my sister and how I would never do it again, but I stopped because I knew immediately something was wrong. The look on her face started at shock, and went through surprise, humor, and finally settled on something indecipherable. Her head was askance and she had a sly smile on her face.

"What?" I was now beginning to tremble with fear. How could I have misread the situation this badly?

"Oh nothing honey," she said grabbing my hands so I wouldn't run away. "The thing is, I bought you a really cool t-shirt at the mall. Those panties were for your sister."