The Wild Golf Weekend
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The Golf Weekend:
A few years ago, I would head north with three or sometimes 7 other guys
for a golfing weekend. We'd play 18 holes on the way up and 36 on
Saturday and Sunday. If we got off to a late start, rather than play 18
holes, we'd stop at a "topless bar" and a few of the guys would enjoy
themselves for an hour or so.
As most golfers know, if anyone didn't get their drive past the womens
tee's they would half to lower their pants. Although, no one ever
lowered their pants, it was a sign of "being a girl" if your drive was
weak. I'm not the best golfer and one such outing saw several of my
drives not getting past the ladies tee's. After a while, I was teased
with wearing a skirt as no one wanted my pants to come down. Unknown to
me, on Saturday night after dinner, Fred went to a local store and
bought a skirt. On Sunday morning, on the second tee, my drive hit a
tree and landed several feet short of the ladies tee.
True to form, Fred went to his bag and out came a full white skirt with
brown lacy trim around the hem and a slip. He tossed them to me and said
"put these on sissy."
"I don't think so," I said.
"O yes you will and you'll wear them until someone else doesn't make it
past the ladies tee," Fred said. "Understand?"
"I get it," I said taking the skirt and slip behind a tree and changing.
No one ever hit a short drive for the rest of the day, including me. So,
I wore that skirt and slip for 34 holes that Sunday, and as a "cross
dresser", was in heaven the whole time. It was wonderful and soon the
sight of me became less and less of a joke. In fact, by the second 18,
no one even talked about it.
During these trips, the only thing we missed was a maid to wait on us
24/7. Several of the guys would like us to hire a girl who would clean
up after us, get us beers and make our breakfast and dinners. In other
words a slave. Over the next 11 months, leading up to our next trip,
when we got together that is what we talked about, getting a slave to
wait on us hand and foot. However, they knew no self respecting girl
would even consider such a weekend.
As we got closer and closer to our next trip north, it became clear to
me that I was to wear the skirt and slip on the drive up. When I
protested to Fred, he leaned in real close to me and said "you'll wear
it until someone else earns it. Besides, I have a feeling you liked
wearing it last year."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I said.
"Some other time, this is not the place to talk about it" Fred replied.
"Fine, I'll do it, but under protest. Make sure you let everyone know
that," I demanded.
"Sure, no problem," Fred said.
Soon we were off on our "golfing weekend" once again. We always met at a
car pool parking place and took two cars up, four golfers in each. This
year we all met as usual and the mad dash to get everything in place and
get on our way, was no different that last year, and soon we were packed
up and on the road.
However, there was something different. I couldn't put my finger on it,
but there was something. Traveling in the other car was, Don, RK, Tom
and Gary and in my car was me, Fred, Mark, Graig and
Bob. I was riding up front with Bob, who was driving. I was fixing
drinks and sandwiches for the others, who were siting in the back seat.
It almost felt like I was Bobs wife and we were taking our three boys on
a road trip.
The drive up was fun and in no time we were at our rented house for the
weekend. As we were unpacking, I noticed that my golf clubs and suitcase
were not in the trunk, everyone else had their's, but not me. There was
however, a pink suitcase in the trunk and it had the name "Stephanie" on
it.
I stood there in a confused state. "Where are my clubs and suitcase?" I
asked, not caring who answered.
"You won't be needing your clubs and your suitcase is right there, with
your name on it," Fred said.
"What?" I said in a state of panic.
"It's very clear STEPHANIE, you are 'our girl' this weekend," Fred said.
"The hell I am," I said. "I'm not going to wait on you ass holes after
playing 36 holes of golf. Forget it," I said, trying to be tough while
wearing a skirt.
"Your not going to be playing golf, we have our two foursomes all set.
Your going to be cleaning the house, making breakfast and dinner,
shopping and taking care of us," Fred said.
"The hell I am, this is bull shit Man."
"Watch your language young lady or you'll find yourself in a position
that will be unpleasant," Fred said.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
At that moment the second car pulled up and the other four guys got
out. After they opened their trunk I pushed everyone aside and tore
through it trying to find my suitcase or clubs. After having no luck, I
heard Tom ask Fred, "Haven't you explained everything to her yet?"
"I'm getting there, she's having a temper tantrum at the moment, which
I'm about to put a stop to, and then I'll explain it all to her".
"Explain what to me you jerks?" I said, standing there with my hands
folded in from of me and looking off in the distance.
"How this weekend is planned out," he said. "But if you don't watch your
mouth, you'll force me to deal with you before I can explain everything
to you."
"What do you mean "deal with me?" I asked.
"Look, lets take your suitcase inside, get you settled into your room
and then we'll talk OK," he said.
"Fine," I said "but that's not my suitcase."
Fred picked up the pink suitcase and took hold of my right arm and lead
me into the house. He showed me to my room which was right off the
kitchen and was a large bedroom with its own bath.
Putting the suitcase on the bed, he opened it and said "these are your
outfits for the weekend, while we are home you're to wear the French
Maids dress, high heels, cap, bra, panties, petticoats and stockings
with a garter belt and these long earrings. Your duties are to shop, fix
us dinner each night, breakfast in the morning, do our laundry and
service any one of us who asks you to.
While we are playing golf, you're to go shopping for the next day's
breakfast and dinner food. You can wear any one of the three dresses or
three skirts and blouse sets. Make sure you are wearing everything
female at all times, and when anyone of us asks you to do something, you
are to do it without question.
Is this understood Stephanie?" he asked.
"What the hell is this, Fred?" I asked.
"I just explained it to you. What part don't you get?"
"None of it, Man. You don't really believe you can make me cook and
clean for you ass holes do you?" I said.
"You really don't have a choice," Fred said.
"Like hell, I don't. I'm out of here man," I said, heading to the door.
As I passed the other 7 guys in the living room I gave them all the
finger and said "later butt wipes, I'm leaving".
As I got out side it dawned on me, I had no car, no way to leave. I
looked around at my surroundings, several other homes, all filled with
golfers on a golfing weekend, a golf course and miles and miles of
forest. I looked down at my attire, a skirt and slip, high heels, a
matching bra and panties set and a blouse. Yes I figured since I was
going to ride up wearing a skirt anyways, I might just as well go all
the way. I realized that Fred was right, while I could leave it would be
difficult getting home dressed the way I was and a taxi ride would cost
a fortune. I was stuck. Stuck in dresses and no ride home till Sunday.
Fine I thought, I'll sit around this house wearing dresses, since that's
all I have, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to work as a slave.
I decided to walk back into that house and tell them all what I thought
of their little plan and how it wasn't going to work. I wanted no part
of it, I'd end my little speech by marching into my room and slamming
the door shut, which would really drive my point home.
I marched right back into that living room and let them have it. I
stomped my foot, shook my head no, and pointed my finger at them. I then
marched into my bedroom and slammed the door. What a sap I was. There
were five of us in the car I was in and four in the other, that makes
nine. Since I was the one wearing a skirt, I was going to be the girl.
The slave girl they all talked about all winter and into the summer. I
sat on the bed crossing my legs and thought of how stupid I was.
Fred entered my room and I could tell by the expression on his face, he
meant business. It scared me a little, but I showed a brave face. He sat
next to me on my left and looked me straight in the eye "You're not
going to act like a spoiled little brat the rest of the weekend. I
warned you several times about your language and I explained everything
to you in simple terms. I'd hoped I wouldn't need to do this so soon,
but your temper tantrum just now gives me no choice" He then took hold
of my left arm and placed me over his lap. I resisted, but he placed his
left arm on the small of my back and I was unable to move. Fred is a
large man, and much stronger than me. He was able to place me across his
knees with little effort. He wasted no time and started to spank me. His
large hands seemed to cover my entire bottom.
"Fred, don't, wait, you can't do this to me, I'm your friend, you can't
spank me like I'm a naughty child," I pleaded with him. He paid no
attention to me and continued with the spanking. I must of said " you
can't spank me" loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, as they
all entered the bedroom to see me over Fred's lap, getting a spanking.
"As far as we all are concerned you are a girl for this weekend and if
you insist on being naughty with temper tantrums and foul language, then
your going to be getting lots and lots of spankings," Fred said as he
continued to spank me. "And it won't just be me spanking you, if you
misbehave with any of the others or refuse an order from any one, you'll
be spanked. Is that clear, YOUNG LADY?" I was unable to answer as Fred
really laid into my bottom. He must of landed 50 to 75 hard spanks to
the center of my fanny and I was dancing over his lap like a small,
naughty child.
He told me to get up and go stand in the corner, which I did. He told me
to place my nose right into the corner and to make sure that both sides
were touching the wall.
"Holy shit, that was great," I heard Bob say. "You really laid into him."
"Her," Fred said.
"Right: HER, sorry," Bob replied.
"Since she was naughty to all of you in the living room, does anyone
else what to spank her?"
"I do," said Tom, as did Bob and RK, the rest wanted to go outside and
play a little golf. Since the house was on a golf course and the sun was
still up, they could play several holes before dinner.
"You can't be serious," I said looking away from the corner.
"Stick that nose in the corner young lady", Bob said to me. "and I'm
very serious"
"Why don't you give her a bare bottom spanking Bob, she still has a
little attitude problem. Then we can get in a few holes."
"I think thats a wonderful idea," Bob said as he approached me, still in
the corner, but with my head turned to lodge a complaint.
"I'd suggest you keep that mouth shut or I'll paddle you," Bob said.
I decided to heed his advice as he grabbed me by my right arm and lead
me over to the bed. He sat down and pulled me over his lap. "Please Bob,
don't. This isn't right and you know it," I said.
"All I know is I have a very naughty girl over my knee and she's going
to get a very sound spanking on her bare bottom." He lifted up my skirt
and slip and noticed my garter belt and stockings. "Looks like we have a
little slut on our hands too gents." He lowered my panties and proceeded
to give me a very sound bare bottom spanking indeed. "I've always
thought, if you were a girl, I'd have spanked you a long time ago. Your
attitude has been shit since the first time we meet. As far as I'm
concerned, you've needed this for some time, YOUNG LADY, and I'll be
looking for any reason to do it again." He was strong, larger than me
and knew what he was doing. He also had a huge hard on.
When Bob finished with me, he told me to stand in the corner again with
both sides of my nose touching the wall and to leave my panties down.
Next came Tom, who simply bent me over at the wast and spanked me
several times with his hand. He was in a hurry to go play some holes and
told me he'd finish the job later.
RK was waiting for me when Tom let me up, he eagerly dragged me over to
the bed, forced me over his lap and gave me my fourth spanking of the
night. While tall, he wasn't that strong, but by this time my bottom was
quite sore and his spanking of me almost got me crying. When he
finished, he pinched me and told me that if he spanked me again, he'd
make me suck his dick afterward.
I thought I should have resisted more, after all, these guys were
friends of mine, or at least I thought they were. However, most of them
were bigger than me and I since wouldn't be able to stop Fred or Bob, I
let the others spank me too.(Or so I thought). As the guys left to go
and play a few holes, they told me that there was a note from Fred in
the kitchen.
As I stood at the kitchen counter rubbing my behind, I looked at the
note. It was a grocery list and I was to "go shopping and have dinner
made by the time they all got back". Each of them left me their drink
order and I was to have them waiting for them as they walked in the
door. I raised my panties and lowered my skirt and slip and headed to
the store. I was only to get what I needed for that nights dinner and
since I didn't have a car, I used the golf cart, that was in the garage.
The store was a few miles down the road and I wondered if I'd have
enough time to shop, make dinner and have drinks ready before they all
got back.
"What the hell is the matter with me" I yelled out loud. "This is bull
shit, I should just leave". Then I looked down at the high heels on my
feet and followed my hairless legs up to my skirt and then felt the
white lace bra I was wearing. My sore bottom reminded me that four of my
"friends" had just spanked me and I did nothing to stop them. As a cross
dresser, I was in heaven. I was going to spend the weekend waiting on 8
guys, getting spanked and perhaps giving some blow jobs. I could only
assume there was a French Maid's dress in the pink suit case and I was
excited to put it on.
On the other hand, as a fellow golfer and supposed friend of these guys,
I was embarrassed and shammed. I felt it was ok to "go along with the
joke" with the skirt, but this had taken a turn toward weird. Did Fred
know I was a cross dresser and this was his way of "outing me?" Then
again, no one seems upset about it, no one has shown anger toward me and
all of them watched Fred spanking me. Besides, even if I refused to
continue with his program, I have nothing but dresses to wear and no way
home till Sunday. The damage has been done, I've been outed, so to
speak, but then so has the rest of them. I decided to continue with the
program, and use it to my advantage.
I somehow managed to get the shopping done, with no one really paying
any attention to me at the store, and making dinner and the drinks
before they got home. As each one came in I curtsied and handled them
their drink, a few said thanks, some even pinched my bottom. As they all
sat down to eat the dinner I'd prepared, Fred came up behind me and
asked why I hadn't changed into a more appropriate outfit, manly the
maids dress?
"Are you kidding me?" I yelled. "I barely had enough time to get the shit
cooked and on the table and make each of you a drink. I haven't even had
enough time to go to the bathroom, let alone change my dress".
Fred took hold of my left arm, moved his chair away from the table, sat
down and put me over his lap. He raised my dress and slip and lowered my
panties and gave me another spanking, my sixth of the night. When he
finished, he took the back hem of my skirt and slip and tucked them into
the top of my waist, completely showing off my bare, red and sore back
side.
"You'll stay that way till bedtime, now continue serving dinner," Fred
commanded.
I looked around the table and everyone had a smile on their face. I
served dinner to these ass holes and every so often, I'd either be
pinched or spanked as I went around the table with drink refills or to
replace rolls or butter.
If took me over an hour to clean up the mess from dinner and I was very
tired indeed when I finished. I went into my bedroom and heard Fred yell
"Stephanie, where to you think your going?"
I came out into the living room, where everyone was watching a pre-
season football game and heard, I need another beer, me too, how about
some chips, etc.
"Are you kidding me?" I yelled. "Get them yourselves, I'm going to bed."
I heard "I'll take it this time Fred" from behind me and the next thing
I knew, I was once again across someones knee. It was Don and I hated
him, he was truly an ass hole.
He began to spank me and I fought him. No way was he going to man handle
me. I tried to wiggle off his lap, and had some success. Everyone else
started to tease him, "Can't you spank a naughty girl Don, is she to
much for you, want us to hold her down for you?"
"I can handle her," he said. "Watch."
He picked me up at the wast and flung me over his shoulder with ease. He
is 6'2 and very strong. I was kidding my legs and he was spanking my
bottom as he walked into the kitchen. He picked up a frying pan, sat
down in an armless chair and put me over his lap again. This time
however, he placed his right leg across both of mine, placing his left
hand on the middle of my back and gave me a paddling with the frying
pan. Since my skirt and slip were raised and my panties were still down,
he paddled me on my bare bottom. He was angry and the teasing he took
didn't help. He paddled me soundly and before it was over I was crying
and promising to behave. When it was over, he told me to "go stand in
the corner", which I ran over to. I was crying and I started to rub my
sore bottom when he told me to stop or I'd get another paddling. I
stopped right away, putting my runny nose into the corner and continued
to cry. I was crying and hopping around, trying anything to get the
sting out of my behind, when Graig approached me. He took me by my right
ear and lead me over to the sofa. He sat down and told me that the only
way to quite me up was to get my mind off my sore bottom.
He undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He told me to take his dick out
and give him a blow job. I just stood there looking at his crotch.
"Get to it girl, or I'll give you a dose of my belt." I kneed in front of
him, looking around at the other guys, who were all looking at us.
I dug into his pants and found his penis. Once I got it free, I kissed
the top of it and then began to suck it. I stuck my red, sore bottom out
as far as I could and really went down on him. He was really horny and
took hold of my head and fucked my mouth with all his might. We got
into a nice rhythm and soon he was coming. He shot a huge load into my
mouth and I swallowed as much of it as I could. He wouldn't let me pull
out until all of it was in my mouth or my belly and he was soft again.
I wiped the extra cum off my face and looked around the room. Most of
the other guys were standing around us with their dicks in their hands,
waiting for their turn.
To be continued
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