I must've been four, or maybe five years old. I was running around naked, young and free. No shame in being naked, natural.
I found a pair of my sisters panties. I slipped into them. I remember how soft and smooth they were, and remember how natural and comfortable they felt on my butt.
I then found a flyswatter and pretended to be a witch, running around the house, imagining I was flying, imaginative and free...
Then my father caught me. He grabbed the flyswatter and slapped my little bum with it, hard enough to sting.
"Those are your sisters panties, go take them off right now!!" He was upset.
I remember feeling a burning feeling inside, one that I would later identify as shame.
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