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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 10
🕑 Added 2020-06-12 07:07:13 +0000 UTCBefore I realized it the day of the dance arrived. I had a busy day and night in store for me based on all the preparations mom had planned. After eating a light breakfast and taking a quick shower, I threw on some jeans and a casual top. I had a nail salon appointment first and then we were off to the hairdressers for my hair appointment. Naturally, I didn't wear any socks or hosiery on my legs since mom made arrangements for both a manicure and a pedicure. Mom told me to wear flip-flops so I wouldn't ruin my toenails after they were polished. I usually did my nails myself so this would be a new experience for me.
The shop was right around the corner from the hair salon so Mom only had to drop me off there and then I could walk over for my hair appointment. She came in with me to the nail salon to give the girl her credit card number so they could charge the service. The manicurist took me over to a large chair that I had to step up to sit into. There was a large basin at my feet, which I soon discovered was there for me to soak my feet to soften my nails and calluses. It felt funny soaking my feet but it was kind of relaxing. I must have had them soaking for about 15 minutes or so and then the girl started working on them with various brushes and tools. After she finished filing my nails and buffing my rough spots, she smoothed some very nice lotion on my entire foot being careful not to get any on my toenails since they would be polished.
I wasn't sure what color I wanted even though Mom and I had briefly discussed some options. We wanted something that would complement my dress and shoes but still be very soft and feminine. The girl suggested we do a French manicure on both my toenails and fingernails. She said it was the most popular choice now with all the young girls. She did one toe just to let me decide. I loved the way it looked so she proceeded to do all ten toenails after she placed some cotton between each toe to keep them separated until they had time to dry. As they were drying she moved me over to another table so they could start on my nails. I didn't realize it but Mom arranged for them to do acrylic tips. I usually kept my nails a little on the short side so this new length would be quite a change for me. I was kind of mesmerized at the transition as my nail length grew by a good inch or so. And the French manicure added to the illusion of my ultra feminine hands. By the time all my polish had dried I felt prettier than I had in a long time. I never realized how much femininity a manicure and pedicure can add to a person's image.
As I walked the short distance to the hair salon I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining brightly with just a slightly warm breeze gently blowing. The air was filled with the aromas of spring and I felt very light and airy. I was so pleased with my manicure and pedicure and was getting excited about my hair. Mom told me she arranged for some highlights to be applied and my stylist and I could decide on the final style when the highlighting was done. I never had much done to my hair before so I wasn't totally sure what to expect. I knew that they would put some chemicals in my hair and wrap me up in some silly looking aluminum stuff. I always thought girls looked so silly sitting in those places with all that junk in their hair and now I would be that silly looking girl but somehow I didn't seem to mind. I was looking forward to a new style and color to complement my new dress. I was tired of my mousy looking hair.
Three hours later I emerged from the hair salon with a totally new look. My hair had some blondish red highlights and a new cut. The stylist actually was able to give me almost a French braid style with some long tendrils hanging down the side in the front. It looked really, really cute but with an air of sophistication. It was exactly the style I dreamt of having done.
When mom saw me she let out a shriek. "Danielle, you look so cute. I love that cut and the highlights are perfect with your complexion. You look so grown up already. I can't wait to see how beautiful you're going to be tonight when you're all dressed up with your make up on."
As mom gave me a big hug, I told her I really liked the way it came out too. "Thanks mom. I feel really pretty. I wasn't sure if I was going to like it but I do. I can't wait to try on my dress later."
By the time we got home, I didn't have all that much time left before we had to leave for the dance. Jason and my aunt were still out somewhere so I just had a little snack before taking a quick bath. I couldn't shower since my hair was all styled and I didn't want to risk getting it wet. As I soaked in the tub, I shaved my legs and underarms so my body would be nice and smooth for my big night.
Alone in my room, I began my preparations for my first big formal dance. After smoothing some lotion on my body, I slipped on my robe and sat down at my vanity to apply my makeup. Although I've done this hundreds of times already, tonight felt different. I took extra time to make sure my makeup looked flawless. I carefully blended my foundation to cover my one pimple near my chin. I applied three different shades of eye shadow to make my eyes appear larger and more dramatic. I applied three coats of black mascara to really bring out my lashes. I applied some blush to my cheekbone to give my face a rosy glow and outlined my lips with a lip pencil before filling it in with a rose color lipstick. As I sat at my vanity I was mesmerized by the transition occurring right before my eyes.
I removed my robe and slipped on my bra and panties. I heard a knock at the door so I slipped my robe back on. Mom came in to my room to see how I was doing and if I needed any help.
"I will soon. I just need to put on my pantyhose and then you can help me with my dress. How does my make-up look? It's not too much, is it?"
"No, honey. It looks perfect. You look lovely."
As I sat down at the bed and slipped on my pantyhose, mom continued talking and talking. "I can't believe how pretty you look. My little girl is all grown up and going to her first dance. I'm so excited for you."
As I stood up and pulled my pantyhose up to my waist I removed my robe. Mom already had my dress off the hanger. She held it down for me to step into since we didn't want to put it over my head due to my hair and makeup. I certainly didn't want to smudge the dress or myself either.
I felt like a total girl as I wiggled my butt to get the dress up into the proper position so mom could zipper me up. As soon as she zipped me in, she handed me my high heels.
"Be careful that you don't snag your hose or chip your nails. In fact, let me buckle them for you so you don't have to worry. Just sit down on the bed and I'll help you."
"Oh, thanks mom." I said as I sat on my bed. It felt funny to see my mom kneeling at my feet helping me to put on my high-heeled sandals but I was glad for her help. I had a hard time earlier just putting on my earrings and necklace with my longer nails. As soon as she finished with the straps she had me stand up in front of the mirror. By now looking at myself dressed and made up as a girl was second nature but tonight seemed so much different.
"So what do you think, mom?"
"Think? There's nothing to think about. You're beautiful. You look simply exquisite in that dress. You're the picture of femininity and I'm sure you will drive all the boys crazy tonight. Good thing you have an escort or you may have been in trouble."
Little did mom know that I might be in more trouble with the escort I have. I still never told her anything about last summer with Jason. I'm sure if I did tell her, Jason would not be my date for the dance for sure.
"Do you have your purse ready?"
"Yes. It's on my vanity. I just have some tissues, some perfume and my lipstick and powder. I guess that's all I need."
"That should be fine. You should bring your cell phone too. It will fit okay, won't it?"
"Yes. It will."
"Its funny. When I was a young girl going out on dates, my mother always told me to wear clean underwear and she always told us girls to bring change with us in case we had to make an emergency phone call. I know you have on clean underwear since I bought it with you and now all you kid have cell phones so I know you don't need change."
"Well, I guess my little girl is all ready for her big night. I saw Jason in his suit and he looks quite handsome as well. You two will make a very nice couple and I know you'll both have fun."
When I walked downstairs, Jason, Mikey and my aunt were all standing there looking at me as I made my way down the stairs. I had to navigate my way down slowly since I was not accustomed to wearing high-heeled sandals. I felt very much like I was on stage, almost like my dancing debut when I felt every eye was on me. Step by step, I carefully went down each step aware of the sound of my heels on the wood. I kept my eyes on my feet and how pretty my feet looked with my pedicure and my sexy high heels struck me.
"Danielle, you look lovely. That dress fits you perfectly. My God, you're such a pretty little thing."
"Thanks, Aunt Alice."
As I stood there I coyly looked over at Jason. He seemed almost in a state of shock. I'm sure he thought I would look good but I don't think even he expected me to look this cute. As I looked over at him I could see he was holding a small box in his hands.
"Jason, show Danielle what you bought her."
"Oh sure mom. I ah got you some flowers. They go on your wrist. You want to see them?"
Flowers. How sweet, I thought. I never had a boy buy me anything before so I was more than a little surprised and embarrassed.
"Oh yes. I would love to see them. That was really so nice of you to do that for me. Thank you so much, Jason." I said with a great deal of sincerity. Meanwhile Jason opened the box and took out the corsage and held it out to me.
"Hold out your wrist dear. Jason will put it on you."
"Which wrist, Aunt Alice?" I questioned.
"Your left one, sweetie."
As Jason held my hand I couldn't help but notice the difference in our hands. His were strong with dark hair while mine were soft, my fingers looked long and feminine with my nails. Jason took the corsage and slipped it over my hand and positioned it on my wrist. He continued to hold my hand as our eyes met.
"Danielle, you look really pretty tonight. I can't believe how beautiful you look in your dress." Jason said very sincerely.
"Yeah, Danielle looks like a fairy princess tonight. You look so sweet in your dumb dress. Too bad you got a giant run in your pantyhose, though.." Mikey yelled out with a real emphasis on the words fairy and sweet.
"Oh no." I cried out. "I was so careful too. Where is the run?" I said as I looked down at my legs.
Mikey just laughed. "Gotcha. You may look all grown up but you're still just a big dummie."
"Mikey, I've just about had it with you and your attitude towards your sister. You're walking on very thin ice, young man."
"Yeah, leave her alone. I think she looks really pretty." Jason said coming to my rescue.
"Mom, she's not my sister. She's not even a girl in case you forgot. She's just some freak and you're all oohing and ahhing over her like she really is some princess or something. Give me a break."
"Mikey, that's enough. Get upstairs to your room this instant. Danielle, honey, don't you listen to him. You're a beautiful young lady with a charming date and you're going to be the belle of the ball tonight."
"Thanks, mom." I said in a chocking voice fighting back the tears that were welling up in my eyes.
I took a few minutes to compose myself. The support of my mother and aunt helped a great deal but the real key was Jason. He was just so sweet and kind to me. He even put his arm around me and told me not to worry my pretty little head. "Don't let your stupid brother spoil your evening. You spent so much time preparing for tonight. Besides, you're going to be the prettiest girl there tonight for sure. I'm really happy you asked me to come tonight."
I actually felt chills run down my legs as Jason said those words to me and I could feel my eyes moisten up again but this time with happy tears. I felt protected in a way. It was a foreign feeling for me and it felt strange but nice too. I imagined this was a feeling that only a girl could experience. I felt like my Prince Charming had just rode into my living room on his white steed and rescued the fair maiden Danielle from the clutches of the fire-breathing dragon. In my joy, I just turned to him, looked him in the eye and then kissed him on the cheek.
