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Darrell's Easter Egg Hunt
By Cheryl Lynn
This is a short femdom/humiliation story based on a drawing by Daphne.
I'm amazed at how many stories she has inspired me to write from one of
her illustrations. Thank you Daphne. Usual disclaimers apply. It may be
downloaded for personal use only and any other use without author's
permission is forbidden unless approved by the author. Comments welcome
at [email protected].
Darrell's Easter Egg Hunt
It was Easter Sunday and Mary Beth was dressed in full little girl
splendor for the day. Her hair had been fashioned into cute shoulder
length sausage curls with her bangs fluffed out just above arched brows
and a pink satin bow fastened at the back. Her full skirted dress was
white satin with an overlay of pale pink chiffon decorated around the
hem with pink satin bows and a bright pink satin sash tied into a large
bow at the back. It was fluffed out by three stiff pale pink net
petticoats frilled with pink bows and lace. Pale pink tights with
glistening white patent leather Mary Jane shoes completed her dressing.
For accessories she had a pair of white cotton wrist length gloves, a
gold charm bracelet and pink leather clutch purse.
Her Mother, Margaret, thought she looked like an angel and was bursting
with pride and a bit of sorrow. Pride of a Mother for a beautiful
daughter and sorrow because her little girl was growing up. Just that
Friday, Mary Beth got her very first training bra. It was a dainty
little thing, white nylon/spandex with a bit of pink lace frill and pink
hearts decorating the cups. She still didn't have much to fill the small
AAA cups but the joy on her face was worth a million dollars. Now that
her baby girl was growing up, she allowed her to wear a bit of makeup
for this special occasion. A bit of pink eye shadow, mascara and bubble
gum pink lipstick. She was Margaret's pride and joy.
Margaret was getting ready for the big Easter egg hunt when Mary Beth
ran screaming and crying into the room. Putting down her brush, she
pulled the distraught girl into her arms and tried to calm her down. She
guessed that her Step-son Darrell was behind her daughter's tears.
Darrell, her thirteen year old Step-son was always teasing and berating
her precious daughter.
His taunting and teasing were getting worse by the day and Margaret had
had enough of his attacks on her baby. His "making mountains out of mole
hills," "Itty bitty tittie club," "prissy sissy" comments as well as his
constant flipping of her skirts and bullying had become unbearable. If
he had done anything to spoil this day, she was determined to correct
his behavior once and for all. When she was able to calm Mary Beth down
enough to get to the bottom of what was wrong, she became furious. Mary
Beth's teeth and tongue were stained black. Darrell had put ink into her
morning tea.
"That little shit will regret doing this to my baby," she thought as she
comforted Mary Beth.
"Stop crying baby. Let's see if we can get rid of that stain with some
mouth wash," she said taking her by the hand.
Mary Beth rinsed a number of times and fortunately most of the staining
disappeared but her Mother was still furious. She was still fuming as
she wiped away the smeared mascara from her child's cheeks. With her
makeup repaired, she was told to go into the living room and watch some
television. When she smiled at her Mother, there was no mistaking the
staining still between her teeth.
Margaret found Darrell sitting at the kitchen table still dressed in his
pajamas. He had a smug look of self satisfaction on his face as she
walked over to him. When he saw the look on her face, that smile
disappeared, replaced by one of concern.
"What on earth did you think you were doing? I'm fed up with your
teasing and practical jokes and now you are going to pay for your
indiscretions," she said venomously as she grabbed his earlobe pulling
him from the chair.
He screamed in pain and was forced to follow her lead. She dragged him
into her room and shoved him to the floor. He sat on the carpet rubbing
his sore ear, tears welling down his cheeks.
"I didn't do nuthin'," he squeaked.
"I guess that ink wound up in Mary Beth's tea by some miraculous
accident then?" she yelled.
"Yea....yeah, I gue...guess. I.....I didn't do nuthin'," he stammered.
"Well I've had it with you and now you are going to find out what it's
like to be on the receiving end of things," she more calmly said.
"Go ahead and spank me. I don't care. You can't hurt me," he sneered. He
had received more than enough spankings in the past but mere slaps on
the butt were no deterrent. He was a tough teenager and such punishments
were taken like a man.
"Hell, coach delivers harder swats with his paddle than she could ever
muster," he thought as he sat unmoving on the floor. He was surprised
and yelped in pain when she jerked him up by his ear.
"Spanking, oh no, I have something much better in mind. I've been
preparing for this day for some time. All I needed was the right excuse
to implement it. Now get out of those pajamas or I will do it for you,"
she menacingly replied giving his ear a vicious twist.
Darrell would have made a run for it but Margaret blocked the way out.
He was trembling in fear for the first time as he looked up into the
blazing eyes of his Step-mother. He knew he had pushed her too far this
time. The thought that he could muscle past her flickered in his mind
but she was bigger and stronger than he was.
Darrell was only five foot tall and weighed ninety pounds well below the
average for a boy his age. With stringy long chestnut colored hair, weak
chin and thin nose he was the typical nerd except he wasn't that smart.
If he had a better attitude and personality, he could have been popular
but those assets were lacking. He had no real friends, picked on at
school and perhaps that was why he was so mean to his Step-sister.
He stood fearfully looking up into Margaret's stern face not sure what
to do. From her look and tone, he knew he was in for it but was too
afraid to move.
"I said strip and I mean right this minute," she yelled.
Reluctantly he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as she stared
daggers at him. "Come on we haven't all day and there is a lot to do
before your punishment begins," she shouted.
Naked, she dragged him into the master bath, put on a pair of rubber
gloves and began smearing a thick paste on him from the neck down to his
toes. The paste not only smelled bad but was burning his skin by the
time she shoved him into the shower. As he washed the paste from his
body what hair he had went down the drain. It was embarrassing enough in
PE with what little he did have but now it was a thousand times worse.
He looked like a nine year old without those sparse hairs of early
puberty.
He was crying as Margaret wiped his body down with a very floral
smelling lotion then powdered it with matching scented talc. Next, she
ducked his head under the faucet, shampooed and conditioned his hair.
Finished in the bath, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the
room. Leaving him standing by the vanity, she went into her closet and
pulled out a large box.
She gave him a hard stare as she placed the box on the bed and removed
the cover. Smiling, she pulled something out and flapped it out in front
of his face. It was a pair of darling sparkling white full cut nylon
panties with rows of ruffled white lace covering the back.
Darrell's eyes got as big as saucers when she did that flushing bright
red as he realized what she had in mind for him. "Nooo, no please, not
that," he said in shock.
"You've been asking for this for a long time and now it's time to pay
the piper for your misconduct. Now put these on or I will do it for
you," she snarled.
Reluctantly he took the offensive garment from her and slowly slid them
up his legs. A shudder of revulsion ran up his spine as he settled the
waist band into place. He was surprised at how cool and light weight the
panties felt against his flesh. Another shudder went up his spine when
the soft material made his little wiener stiffen. He almost became
hysterical when she took the next garment out of the box and fastened it
behind his back. It was a gleaming white satin bra with C cups decorated
with small red rose buds. She quickly adjusted the straps and placed
pink foam rubber falsies into the cups.
Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she smiled broadly. "Well how
does it feel to have breasts of your own? With those babies, you
certainly won't be a member of the ittie bittie tittie club, now will
you?" she said sarcastically.
She pulled the next item out of the box. It was a waist chinch garter
belt. It was white nylon/spandex with an overlay of rose floral lace and
six garters. The metal garter tabs were covered with a white satin
ribbon. A small red rose bud was embroidered into the center of each
bow. Next she removed white nylons from the box and kneaded them up his
legs. A pair of red patent leather pointed toed two inch heeled pumps
were forced onto his feet.
Partially dressed, she had him sit on the vanity stool where she went to
work on his damp hair. First she created a middle part then another one
across the crown of his head. Picking up a pair of scissors, she trimmed
the front to create an even set of bangs just above his bushy brows.
Using tweezers, she quickly pruned his brows into feminine arches. By
this time Darrell was crying crocodile tears. Looking at his reflection
as Margaret worked on his hair and seeing the horrible bra on his chest
only made him cry the harder.
"Ple....please....please don't do this to me. I....I promise to behave. I
swear, I will be good from now on. Just don't do this to me," he begged.
"Sorry but you've had your chances," she replied.
Working steadily, she brushed out both sides of his head, braided it
into pigtails, looped it, and fastened it to the side with a red satin
ribbon and bobbie pins. With his hair done, she began applying makeup.
Using liquid foundation and powder she had his complexion smoothed out.
Pink blended into rose eye shadows covered his lids after she had lined
his eyes with black liquid waterproof liner and coated his lashes with
mascara. She heightened his cheeks with rose blusher and painted his
lips with rose red long lasting lipstick. The final touch was an ample
dousing of a spicy floral scented perfume.
Being careful not to smudge his makeup, she pulled a white nylon
camisole with rose lace bodice and hem over his head. Next, she had him
step into a white nylon half slip with four inches of fancy lace
hemming. Spaced evenly around the hem were small pink satin bows with
red rose buds at their center. The hem came to just above the knee.
Three stiff white net with nylon yoke crinolines were pulled up his
legs. The hems of the crinolines were trimmed with two inches of floral
lace and red satin bows.
As he stood sniffling, she lowered the dress over his head. It was cream
colored taffeta with a large white page boy lace collar, puffed short
sleeves, fitted bodice and flaring skirt. The bodice was knife pleated
with two vertical rows of small red satin bows running from under each
breast to the tight waist. A red satin sash was tied off in a large bow
at the back. The large white chiffon puffed sleeves were support by wire
boning and tied off with thin red satin ribbon bows. Two inches of
frothy lace hemming from the petticoats were exposed as the dress was
zipped up the back.
Margaret removed a plastic bag from the box and took out the costume
jewelry. She clipped a pair of large red plastic heart shaped earrings
to his ears and fastened a red hearts plastic bracelet around his left
wrist. The last two items she removed from the box were a pair of white
cotton gloves with a frill of lace at the wrists and a white straw
bonnet. The crown of the bonnet was encircled with multicolored silk
flowers and red satin ribbon tie would hold it firmly on his head.
Dressed he was pulled out of the room and back into the living room
where Mary Beth had been waiting. When she saw Darrell being pulled into
the room she burst out laughing gaily.
"Oh Mommy Darrell looks precious. He looks just like my dollie Jessica.
Can he stay this way please?" she gushed once she got her laughter under
control.
"We'll see dear. Why don't you get your and Darrell's Easter egg baskets
and we can go. We don't want to be late for the hunt now do we?" her
Mother replied.
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