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The Joke's on Juliette
By Juliette Lima
Prologue:
For all the recipients of reviews that were thought to be too harsh or too picky
Comes a tale about Juliette who put her self in straights far too sticky.
Enjoy the tale of hubris and pride humbled
See how the snobbish reviewer bumbled
The writer who deemed all others so-so
Slips and fall into a dainties inferno.
Part One ? The lady of the house departs
"I'll only be gone for a week," Marla said, "so don't go tearing up
rugs or knocking down walls remodeling while I'm gone."
"Safe bet, I'm going to get those articles rewritten and select the
pictures for each." I replied.
"Oh Dianne called, she has a party on Wednesday for Ted's birthday, she
wanted me to bake cookies and a cake, but I'm away, so I volunteered
your services, the ingredients are all together on the back counter.
It'll be an inside joke, Dianne says Ted has bet her he'll never "get
his cookies" from a man" so getting cookies baked by Jerry will win the
bet for her."
"What was the bet Ted made?"
"He told Dianne she could spank him in front of the crowd if she could
ever prove he had ever 'gotten his cookies' from a man, so since you
can do the baking as well as I can, it'll be a hoot to see him all
flustered and red faced."
"If Dianne gets him over her lap for his fortieth birthday his face
won't be all that's red."
"Well she's hired a company called "Covert Video" so there will be a
DVD burned of the event for everyone to enjoy."
I had to chuckle at the joke being set up and was glad Marla would be
out of town, since my birthday was the same as Ted's and didn't want
her getting any ideas. After all I would be fifty and knew darn good
and well that Marla could cause more than the DVD to be burned. I kept
my silence about the simultaneous birthdays as we drove to Marla's
sister's house, where she met with her twin sister Maureen and their
Mother, for the weeklong trip to their great-aunt's ninetieth birthday.
I was pleased to be staying home as the six-hour drive to Norton
Virginia with the in-laws was not my idea of a pleasure voyage. Loading
the minivan with Marla's bags I kissed her good bye and after seeing
them off, went to gather what I needed for my week alone.
Part Two ? A new splendid lady comes to call
With my wife away and the house all to myself I knew I could indulge in
my secret pastime, crossdressing. I had done so off and on for the
thirty plus years of marriage, Marla had seen me dress up for parties
and such, but I was sure she had no idea I would often spend entire
days in dresses and lingerie doing my writing and proofing of articles.
I also would spend days "en femme" visiting crossdressing and
transgendered fiction websites. I often would give reviews, some good
but when I felt it necessary I had no compunction about telling some of
the inept just how far from the mark they fell. I noticed several
lesser authors had a coterie of followers that would in turn rip into
my review. Well tough if you rebuke a wise man you will be thanked, a
wise-ass will carp about you. I was not however in the mood to bother
with such now; I wanted to augment my wardrobe, so off to a consignment
shop I went.
In Richmond's west end live the well to do and moneyed and the matrons
dispose of designer clothes at several shops. I entered my favorite and
headed for the larger sizes. Lo and behold the environment was packed,
two very stylish dresses and a pink satin maid's uniform, complete with
crinolines just smothered in lace. Using my trusty reel measuring tape,
I checked the dimensions and bought all three. With my treasures in
hand I headed to the local specialty lingerie store where I purchased
fishnet thigh high stockings and both pink and white lace trimmed
panties to wear under the uniform. I made one more stop at a shoe store
where a pair of pink five-inch ankle strap pumps joined the haul.
Now outfitted in splendid fashion, I hurried home to try on my
acquisitions. Since I had the house to myself I hung the new outfits on
a door rack out in the open in the laundry room and rushed to gather my
existing lingerie. I checked all the existing items and was pleased to
see my pink satin corset, matched the new maids uniform. When I had
showered and shaved all over I donned the corset, slipped the stockings
up my legs, slipped on the satin panties and was transported by the
feel of my tucked in penis caressed by the soft fabric. After applying
makeup, most expertly, I put on my auburn wig and stepped into the
crinolines, thrilling to the soft kiss of the lace on my exposed
thighs.
Finally I slipped the satin maid's uniform on and sat to buckle the
pink pumps to my ankles. Now in the most confining and hobbling of out
fits I made my way to my computer and signed on to see if any new
fiction had been posted and was up to my standards. While browsing the
run of the mill stuff that I found, the phone rang. Dianne was calling
me about the cookies, we chatted for several minutes and she surprised
me by suggesting she stop by in just a few minutes. I asked her for
more time than that as the place was a wreck; but she kept me on the
line chatting and soon I heard a knock on my back door.
I told Dianne I had to see who was at the door and she said, "Oh Marla
gave me a key I'll let my self in."
Before I can say anything I hear the door open and Dianne steps into
the little office by the back door. Still holding the phone to my ear I
look at Dianne and try to compose myself.
"Wow you look really cute, what's your name sweetie? Oh are you posting
on the web, are you Juliette Lima? I've had you trash one of my
stories. Yep, the same email and everything. You're the snit that
criticized my unreal situations and obtuse logic. Well looks like
you've got a lot of 'splaining to do lil lady!"
"Please Dianne I'm sorry if you took things the wrong way, I didn't
know it was you. Please don't tell Marla, I'll do anything." As soon as
the words were out of my mouth I knew I had made a huge mistake.
"Anything I want?" Dianne murmured. "I want a French maid for tomorrow
night and all day beforehand and I want you to show me the rest of your
outfits, so I can pick your clothes for the shopping tonight."
"You'll keep my secret?"
"No one will know it's you unless you show your ass and give yourself
away."
"Thank you Dianne I'll do everything you ask and you'll have a great
party, a real smash."
"Let's go see what else you own; the pink uniform is really submissive
looking but not quite right for a girl's night out for shopping."
With that said we went to the laundry room where my new dresses hung,
along with more normal lingerie and foundation garments. Dianne
demanded I strip off every stitch and neatly hang and store the uniform
and all the underwear. She also had me hand wash the panties in the
laundry sink and still nude had me hang them on the line strung in the
laundry room. She selected a coral pink bra and panty set, with
matching slip, white thigh topper stockings and the new coral pink
dress and a matching pair of shoes, with four-inch heels. As I finished
dressing she picked up my wallet from the dresser and removed my
driver's license and credit cards, placing them in the small clutch
purse I had on hand.
I heard her chuckle and then my blood froze when she said, "Tomorrow is
your birthday too, Julie, how about that? I think I'll have two men to
spank, at my party and you will be fifty, how red do you think your
behind will be? Now come on, let's see how generous you are the nicer
you are to me, the gentler I'll be to you."
Part Three ? Juliette gets mauled at the mall
Knowing I had truly stepped in a huge steaming pile, I stayed quiet and
meekly went to the largest mall in the area. Dianne parked, as far from
the entrance as possible, so I had to walk as far as possible in the
heels. Since she had on her crosstraining shoes she moved at a horrific
pace leaving me to try and keep up.
As we neared the mall I begged her to please slow up and she responded
by pulling her cell phone out and pointing it at me, then showing me
the picture she had taken, "Maybe Marla would like a little message?
You think?"
"Please Miss Dianne I can only go so fast in these heels."
"I remember going to the opera with you and Marla last month, you and
Ted almost left both of us in the parking lot, so you better keep up,
or the only way to your home will be shanks mare if you don't shut up
and walk. Now if I hear one more objection I'll yank your wig off and
leave you to get home with no money, or ID. And I have the only key to
your house around these parts also."
In abject agony I struggled to stay with her as we visited Victoria'
Secret, for her special gift. Then on to a craft store where I bought
two oak paddles, nearly crying when Dianne told the clerk there was a
husband spanking party and these were the gifts for the "guests with
agony of d'seat". For several hours I was led around, finally we
arrived back at Dianne's car and drove to an adult party goods story,
which sold all manner of sex toys and lingerie.
Inside I was led to a display of penis chastities and I watched in
horror as Dianne picked up a small metal tube with severe curve in it
and a steel split ring that plugged in to the lock on the tube. She
handed it to me and told me to ask the clerk to help install the
device. I choked out her request and the tall blonde clerk, had us
follow her to the back room, where my panties were downed and with a
loop of string my penis was slid into the tube and the split ring
locked around the base and into the tube. Dianne then produced a padded
envelope and had me address it to Marla, at our home, with a red felt-
tip marker. She added her address as a return address, put generous
postage on it and on the way home added to my horror by mailing it at a
drop box... Once at Dianne's home I was made to letter the paddle's
neatly, with "Juliette's first paddle" and "Mistress Marla's Husband
Trainer".
She told me, "If you are good only the first one will be used, but if
you foul up, Marla will be given the other one and the video of you
being spanked."
With that she drove me home and let me in to my house, as she left she
told me, "I kept the keys to your car and your license, so you can't
run away. And you have a lot of cookies to bake so keep at it until
midnight then sleep a little but be ready to leave for my house at
eight AM tomorrow, wear your other new dress, you'll change into the
uniform just before the party."
I baked from seven to eleven thirty and made a gross each of chocolate
chip, sugar and oatmeal cookies, which I placed in tins. At midnight I
undressed and dropped into bed, in my slip and panties. All night I had
recurring nightmares of being paraded about in just my panties and
being paddled, every dream caused an erection that woke me in pain as
the chastity squeezed me mercilessly. All too soon my alarm sounded and
I began my servitude anew.
Part Four ? Dianne fiddles and Juliette burns
At eight sharp Dianne walked in and marched me out the door laden with
my clothing and the tins of cookies. Once at her home I was put to
cleaning, followed by hanging decorations and arranging furniture in
her recreation room, so there was one straight back armless chair at
the top of a circle of twelve more. Dianne's large screen TV sat at the
opposite end of the circle from the large chair and she took delight in
showing me a preview of my unknowing performance. At six I attended
Dianne in her bath and when she was properly attired in a black riding
habit, I was sent to shower and change into the maid's attire. Dianne
took the corset laces from me and tightened them until I could scarcely
breathe. Once satisfied with my stays she helped me into the uniform
and before sending me to greet her guests, had me bend over and wrote
on my panty seat.
"As promised you will have a safe secret as long as you don't show your
ass tonight."
"But you said I was going to be spanked."
"Oops, guess that secret will come out when you go over your spanker's
lap and your skirts go up."
"You planned this all along."
"Well no you stepped into the trap set by your spanker and her sponsor.
Now go tend the door and remember to curtsey, oh beware of the cheval
mirror in the foyer, your panty seat shows when you curtsey."
"Who is my spanker? And who sponsored her?"
"Not now Julie, get your pantied little butt into the foyer and greet
everyone politely."
For the next hour women arrived in pairs, dressed in the same out fit
as Dianne, skintight black riding pants, knee high riding boots, a
black bolero jacket and black silk stock. And like Dianne everyone had
the same severe bun hairstyle and wore a simple black domino mask. At
the last a lone woman arrived wearing the same style of clothing and
mask, but all of her clothing was white. I curtseyed to greet her and
heard my wife speak.
"Surprise Jerry, I hope you enjoy your birthday party."
I was stunned to see her and when her mother and sisters reentered the
foyer, they put their arms around me and led me into the room Dianne
had set up for the party. I was made to kneel beside Marla's chair
while we all watched the DVD of my fall into humiliation. After the
show ended, I was sent to distribute refreshments and after all had
"gotten their cookies" Marla called me to her side and pulled me over
her lap. Her mother grasped my wrists, while her sisters each held an
ankle. With Dianne holding the camera, Marla raised my skirts revealing
my panties and the words: "Pantied for fifty, sure is nifty". As the
assembled party counted fifty swats crashed into my bottom.
At the count of fifty I relaxed and suddenly a last swap crashed into
my sore butt and everyone shouted, "And one to grow on."
I was subjected to one more degradation, crawling to each woman to kiss
her toe, with encouragement from my mother-in-law who held a paddle.
The last event was the presentation of a large block of ice, which had
a key deep in its middle. Marla loaded the ice block and me in the car
and drove us home.
"Honey for your birthday I thought I'd have sex with you like we've
never done it before."
With that she took me to our recreation room and placed me face down on
a barstool, "Wait here while I go change and get something to sooth the
burning bottom and but this is where it won't make a mess melting."
With that she left me to cool down, with my skirts pulled up and
panties pulled down. After some while Marla returned and pulling on two
straps quickly pinioned my legs and arms to the barstool and proceeded
to apply something cold to my anus.
"I was all prepared to let you do me anally, but since you like being
the girl, I'll give you the experience instead."
Soon she was plunging in and out of me and I could tell she had a
massive orgasm. When she recovered she led me to our room. Allowed me
out of my uniform and lingerie. And after dressing me in a pink
babydoll nightie took me to bed. I awoke the next morning and dressed
in men's clothing and went to the kitchen to prepare Marla's breakfast.
While the breakfast cooked I looked for the block of ice or the sink of
water and the key. Carrying the tray back to the bedroom I asked Marla
where she had put the block of ice.
"Oh it's in the freezer, that way it won't make a mess melting. You
know that hasp and lock that you put on the freezer is really strong,
all you have to do is find where I hid the key. Now go put your
lingerie through the laundry, Dianne is coming over with the rest of
the DVD tonight, we'll want drinks and light refreshments. I know make
us some of those feta cheese pastries and little spinach pies that go
so good with drinks, maybe some of that champagne punch would be nice.
Go on don't just stand there get going."
EPILOGUE:
And so our quarry finds too late
That self-absorption seals his fate
He sought the satin, frills and lace
And found the lowly servant's place
Good fortune smiles from above
His better half is filled with love
Through low service he wins freedom
Taught loving in bondage by his new domme
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