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The Perm was finished and my set lacquered into a helmet which framed
my exquisitely made up face. My nylon encased legs were wobbly on my
three inch pumps. What Mother had told me cut right through my bra
supported bosom and pierced my, now, half girlish, heart.
My Father had not just been punished as a teenager, but also as an
adult male. And within the last few years. Miss Vicky has mentioned my
father having spent a great deal of time in the her salon and in the
same styling chair where I had just been given a permanent. I guess I
was too caught up in my torments and fascination with what was
happening to me that i didn't grasp what Miss Vicky and my Mother had
alluded to. My Father had been recently punished in much the same way
that I was now being punished.
Mother and Miss Vicky had now finished the pictorial of my First Perm
and Mother was paying the bill with a huge smile on her face. As she
was paying at the desk, my three friends and their mothers came to the
desk also. Their nails had by now dried and their mothers were thanking
Miss Vicky for the free manicures for their sons. The mothers had
finished making appointments for the boys and were reverifying the
times and dates with the receptionist.
Mother turned to me as she put her wallet back in her purse.
"Wendy, your friends were so nice to come to see your first perm. I
think it would be proper and very womanly for you to give each of your
friends a gentle kiss on each cheek in the european fashion. None of
that fist bumping or high fives now for you. A young lady brings her
carefully painted lips close but not touching to the cheek of her
friend and then does the same to the other cheek. And dear, a proper
young lady will say something nice about each friends' new manicure as
you are bussing their cheeks.
Now go on. I am sure your friends would love to have a kiss from such a
beautiful girl."
I felt my breath stop inside me and my already tense chest strained
against my bra. The first of my friends stood next to his mother. She
placed a hand behind his back and pushed him forward. We were only six
inches apart and my heaving breasts almost touched his chest. His eyes
were downcast and only moved to meet mine when I put my hands on his
shoulders. I don't know what i detected in those eyes for sure. Was it
hatred? Was It fear? Was it wonderment? Was it desire? I don't know for
sure. But he turned his cheek to allow me to air kiss near his ear and
then he turned the other cheek and my lips brushed his cheek ever so
slightly and I felt him jerk and look at me.
"Bill, your nails look divine with that particular shade of scarlet.
L'Oreal has a lipstick shade which would match perfectly. You should
ask your mother to buy you a tube today. See you at practice next
week."
I repeated the process with each of the other boys and was petted and
admired by all the mothers. Then my perm day in Miss Vicky's Salon was
at last finished.
I didn't know whether to shed tears of pride at my having endured this
torture or to cry tears of humiliation at what my mother had subjected
me to in front of my friends. Or former friends.
As I struggled with my feelings, everything overwhelmed me. I was at a
breaking point. And I didn't know what that break would entail. I
looked at my new hairstyle in the vanity mirror in the car. Elizabeth
Taylor had never had a more womanly hairdo. I was simply, a beautiful
girl. But I was a boy. An all-American, red blooded, baseball playing,
girl chasing boy. Now I was that girl. My thoughts were a mess and I
was about to explode.
As soon as we got home, Father and Marie came to meet us in the living
room. I looked at Father with questions in my eyes and even as he was
admiring my hairdo, I could see that he knew that I had questions for
him. Marie giggled and patted my firm hair and made noises about how
much she loved her first perm and how it made her feel that she was
finally a woman. And that she hoped I felt that way too.
I blew up.
I couldn't control myself. I yelled at Marie and at Mother and at
Father.
"I am a boy! Not a girl! I don't want to feel that now that I have had
a Perm that I am now finally a woman! I am not a woman. I want this to
stop! I am sorry I hurt you people! But enough is enough! I AM NOT A
GIRL!!!"
Mother slapped me. Hard. Twice. Coming and going. I staggered and
Father placed his arms around me pinning my arms to my side. He was
very strong. Mother said: "Take this sniveling sissy to the bed. So "he
is not a girl" huh? Well he will soon find out just what he is."
Father carried me with my high heeled feet off the floor to the bed and
threw me down on the bed and held my arms and body while Marie
fastened my wrists with restraints to the top of thieved. Mother did
the same with my ankles at the bottom of the bed. My body was stretched
taut. Mother tied a heavy silk scarf around my hairdo so it would not
get messed up. Mother unbuttoned my blouse and reached behind me as I
was laying there and undid the hooks of my bra. She yanked the bra free
from my body. My breasts were exposed. Marie stood at the side of the
bed with something in her hand.
"You were told not to give us any trouble. And you were doing so good.
Just like a good little girl. Well now you have been a bad little girl.
And now you will be treated as a bad little girl."
Father brought a frame which stood over the bed and held two pulleys
and two lengths strong looking chain. The frame was positioned directly
over my chest as I lay there bound hand and foot. As the frame was
being put into position, Marie and Mother were each attaching a heavy
nipple clamp to each of my nipples. When the frame was ready they
hooked the clamps to the chains and Marie laughed as she turned the
crank which pulled the chains taut and pulled my nipples out from my
chest. The pain was tremendous. I could look down and see my breasts
being pulled skyward by the pull on my nipples. My back arched to
relieve the tension. I didn't help.
"So, you don't think you are a girl, huh? Well it looks like your tits
are a lot longer than a boy's now. Would you like them to be even
longer? Marie can turn the crank a lot more if that is what you want.
"YOU ARE A GIRL! For as long as we want to punish you. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND?"
Don't you ever again tell us you are NOT A GIRL! I thought you had come
to that realization. Evidently not. So tomorrow there will be a change
in plans. Tomorrow you will finally figure out that this punishment can
be a lot harder than it has been. You will not like tomorrow.
"Marie, get the vibrating dildo and make sure it has fresh batteries.
Little Miss Wendy here is going to be spending a lengthy session with
these nipple clamps. I think it will give you a great opportunity to
learn all there is to learn about punishing sissies with a vibrator.
"Father, please raise Wendy's ankle restraints higher up on the
bedpost. Marie needs room to work.
"Tomorrow, my son, if you can still walk, I want you to look up
something in the dictionary before we go out the door. I want you to
look up the word 'Speculum'."
"You are not a girl" Ha! Indeed!
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