The Red Knickers (not Hans Christian Andersen)

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Once upon a time there was a teenage girl, pretty and developing. But in summer time she was obliged to go knickerless because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear course woolen trousers, so that her smooth inside thighs grew quite red.

In the middle of the village lived an old tailor’s wife; she sat down and made, as well as she could, a pair of little knickers out of some old pieces of red cloth. They were clumsy, but she meant well, for they were intended for the teenage girl, whose name was Kari.

Kari received the knickers and wore them for the first time on the day of her mother’s funeral. They were certainly not suitable for mourning; but she had no others, and so she got her crotch into them and walked behind the humble coffin.

Just then a large old carriage came by, and in it sat an old lady; she looked at the skinny adolescent, and taking pity on her, said to the clergyman, “Look here, if you will give me the girl, I will take care of her.”

Kari believed that this was all on account of the red knickers, but the old lady thought them hideous, and so they were burnt. Kari herself was dressed very neatly and cleanly; she was taught to read and to sew, and people said that she was pretty. But the mirror told her, “You are more than pretty - you are sexy as hell.”

One day the Queen was travelling through that part of the country, and had her daughter, who was a princess, with her. All the people, amongst them Kari too, streamed towards the castle, where the princess, in a fine white blouse, stood before the window and allowed herself to be stared at. She wore neither a skirt nor a golden crown, but beautiful red silken knickers; they were indeed much finer than those which the tailors’s wife had sewn for young Kari. There is really nothing in the world that can be compared to red knickers!

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Kari was now old enough to be confirmed; she received some new clothes, and she was also to have some new knickers. The pervert tailor in the town took the measure of her slim waist in his own room, in which there stood great glass cases full of sexy lingerie and stiff dildos. It all looked very lovely, but the old lady could not see very well, and therefore did not get much pleasure out of it. Amongst the knickers hung a pair of red silk ones, like those which the princess had worn. How sexy they were! And the tailor said that they had been made for a count’s daughter, but that they had not fitted her.

“I suppose they are of modest white cotton?” asked the old lady. “They shine so.”

“Yes, they do shine,” said Kari. They fitted her, and were bought. But the old lady knew nothing of their being red, for she would never have allowed Karen to be confirmed in red knickers, as she was now to be.

Everybody looked up her skirt, and the whole of the way from the church door to the choir it seemed to her as if even the prior and his monks, with their stiff cocks under their long black robes, had their eyes fixed on her red knickers. It was only of these that she thought when the priest laid his hand upon her head and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God, and told her that she was now to be a grown-up Christian. The organ pealed forth solemnly, and the sweet choirgirls’ voices mingled with that of their old leader; but Kari thought only of her red knickers. In the afternoon the old lady heard from everybody that Kari had worn red silk knickers. She said that it was a shocking thing to do, that it was very improper, and that Kari was always to go to church in future in white knickers, even if they were soiled.

On the following Sunday there was Communion. Kari looked first at the white knickers, then at the red ones - looked at the red ones again, and put them on.

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The sun was shining gloriously, so Kari and the old lady went along the footpath through the corn, where it was rather dusty.

At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to the ground and asked the old lady whether he might rub her sore old leg. Then Kari put out her leg too.

“Dear me, what sexy fucking knickers!” said the soldier. “Sit fast, when you tempt,” said he, addressing the knickers, and groping Kari’s bottom with his hand.

The old lady gave the soldier some money and then went with Kari into the church.

And all the people inside looked at Kari’s red knickers, and all the figures gazed at them; when Kari knelt before the altar and put the golden goblet to her mouth, she thought only of the red knickers. It seemed to her as though they were swimming about in the goblet, and she forgot to sing the psalm, forgot to say the “Lord’s Prayer.”

Now every one came out of church, and the old lady stepped into her carriage. But just as Kari was lifting up her foot to get in too, the old soldier said: “Dear me, what sexy slutty knickers!” and Kari could not help it, she was obliged to shuffle them down a little; and when she had once begun, her hips continued to jiggle them down. It seemed as if the knickers had got power over them. She paraded round the church corner thus, for she could not stop; the coachman had to run after her and seize her. He lifted her into the carriage, but her bum continued to cavort, so that she knocked the good old lady violently. At last they took off her knickers, and her hips were at rest.

At home the knickers were put into the cupboard, but Kari could not help looking at them.

Now the old lady fell ill, and it was said that she would not rise from her bed again. She had to be nursed and waited upon, and this was no one’s duty more than Kari’s. But there was an adult’s party in the town, and Kari was invited. She looked at the red knickers, saying to herself that there was no sin in joining that; she put the red knickers on, thinking there was no harm in that either; and then she went to the party; and commenced to dance and flirt.

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But when she wanted to hitch up her skirt, it slipped to her ankles, and when she wanted to hold her knickers, they slipped to reveal her cunt, and her blouse lifted off her torso, and her bra became undone. She stripped, and was obliged to strip, far out into the dark wood. Suddenly something shone up among the trees, and she believed it was the moon, for it was a face. But it was the old soldier with the red beard; he sat there nodding his head and said: “Dear me, what sexy slutty knickers!”