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Day 3 continues Robyn was giggling as billy lay on the floor, he had become overwhelmed with sensations and with what Debbie had just told him. They were going to put him in a corset, lace him up, and put stockings on him. The smell of her foot had been so intoxicating, the feelings as her other foot was caressing his leg, sliding on his pantyhose, and it was sending such powerful sensations throughout him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He was overwhelmed. Amy was concerned, "What happened, are you ok billy?" she asked as she jumped out of her chair. Billy watched as she came over to help him up, it was hard with his wrists cuffed, to get up on his own, he was still a bit wobbly, he looked at Robyn, she was smiling. Debbie looked stern for some reason. "What happened to him Mommy?" Amy asked again. "Obviously my feet do smell and billy was not telling the truth, the smell overpowered him and he just couldn't take it anymore," she said. "If he had been honest, this would not have happened. You both know how much I dislike lies." Amy nodded, Debbie was a stickler for telling the truth. Now billy was in a quandary if he said it was not foot odor that knocked him over, he would have to come up with something believable. He couldn't admit to the real reasons, so it was easier to go along with Debbie, after all what could happen? "Billy when my daughters lie to me, they are punished. I make certain that the punishments are always something that they remember for a good long time. You will be treated no differently, I can't have you setting a bad example and getting away with it." Billy wondered what punishments would be memorable. "Robyn, please get Gingers bed," Debbie asked her daughter. Moments later Robyn came back into the living room with the pet carrier, it was a plastic case with a metal grill door, well a cage door. There was a couple of cage windows on the sides and one on the top, for ventilation. The back was a solid wall. What billy did notice, was how small it seemed. Robyn put the carrier on the floor. Debbie pointed to it. "You will have to back into it billy, please do so now." Billy looked at the small carrier, he didn't see how he was going to fit. Debbie was looking very stern though. In reality, his heart was pounding a bit, he wanted to be locked up in this tiny cage, and it was like a dream to be locked in it. Quietly he positioned himself so he could sort of crawl backwards, working his way into the small space. Once his legs were in they slid on the plastic floor easily and he managed to push himself all the way in. He was not kneeling, he was folded double, chest on his knees. His hands were on the floor of the cage, the cuffs on his wrists being attached to the chain forced them just below his collar, so his head was also resting on the floor of the cage. He fit. Well sort of. But he couldn't move, not a bit. "Perfect," Debbie said. "For Part of your punishment you will be spending the rest of this evening in there, you will be sleeping in there too. I hope you remember this." Billy was working on the sensations again as he listened to Debbie. He was dressed as a girl, completely, chained helplessly, wearing such high heel shoes that were locked on. Now in a tiny cage in the living room of people he just met that day, people that were treating him as a slave. Locking their slave away for the rest of the night, like a pet. Locked is just what happened too, Debbie slipped a very large looking padlock on the hasp of the cage door and clicked it shut. The click sounded very final. She pushed the cage off to the side over by Robyn's chair. Billy had a limited view out the tiny cage door, all of it filled with Robyn's feet. They continued watching a movie, chatting away as if there was not a boy locked in a tiny cage on their floor dressed as a French maid with very high heels and chains binding him helplessly. As though it was a common happening in their household, an everyday occurrence for them. Billy's face was almost pressed to the cage door watching as Robyn's feet pressed against the tiny cage, her toes poking through, grasping the wire of the cage with her toes teasingly. The aroma was filling the cage, billy was blocking most of the vents he was packed in so tightly. He shifted a bit and his face was now pressed against the cage. Robyn immediately slid her toes over his face, stopping as her toes rested against the side of the cage where his nose was on the cage door. Billy tried to move, but his stockings just slid on the cage floor, it was hard to get any grip, so his face was still pressed tightly against the tiny bars that made up the door. The smell was very powerful now, it was doing things to him. When the movie ended, Debbie announced it was time for bed. Billy required assistance with his undergarments, with his hands bound he couldn't really pull them up or down. When Debbie pulled his pantyhose back up, pulled his dress down she led him back to his cage and locked him in for the night. Hours into the night Billy was thrashing about, struggling and squirming, his body had had enough of being stuck in such a restricted position. It was all to no avail though, he was indeed stuck there, locked in his chains and locked in the tiny cage. Morning arrived, he saw Debbie walk through the room, opening the drapes, the sun streamed into the room. Finally he was going to be released. She left, he heard the shower start. He was left locked in the cage. Robyn came into the room, sat in the chair before him, her feet were just by the cage door. "You are locked in," she told him. He didn't answer, he was struggling with powerful emotions. She was about to peek in to see if he was awake when Debbie came in. "Do you want the bathroom?" she asked. Robyn nodded and went right away. Debbie left the room, left billy locked in his cage. Robyn came in a while later, she had just showered as well. She bent down, she had keys! The cage door opened. "Come on out billy," she told him. His muscles were stiff, locked in that position all night, it took a bit but he managed to crawl out and kneeled in front of the cage. "Oh, you really pissed Mom off didn't you? She really doesn't like lying. It is always better to tell her the truth, no matter what it is. Like yesterday when I asked you if you liked being spanked. If you said no, I would have known you were lying and I would have stopped spanking you. Because you told the truth, I rewarded you." She grinned. His reward was a lot of hard spankings. She smiled. "Mom said to take you into the bathroom, let you do your business and clean you up." She tugged his leash, pulling him to his feet. He followed her to the bathroom, it hurt to walk, he was still locked in his shoes, his legs were so sore from kneeling all night. They entered the bathroom, she closed the door and locked it. She pointed to the toilet. He blushed. "Well?" she asked. "I can't pull down my pantyhose and panties with my wrists locked," he admitted. She giggled. "Oh then, I will pull down your pantyhose and panties," She accented the your, making him blush more. Bending down her hands slid up his legs, slowly. She took the waistband to his pantyhose and pulled them down. His panties came with them. She looked up at him, kneeling before him for a change, they both were statues, quiet. "Off you go," she whispered. He went to the toilet, finished gratefully, it had been so long. He felt wonderful when he finished. Then realized, he was going to need help cleaning up. Noooo. Robyn had a face cloth in her hand. "Oh don't be a baby, stand up." She cleaned him as she would clean a baby, tugged his panties back up, she pulled them up as high as she could, they slipped into his crack as far as they possibly could, he squirmed. Then did the same with his pantyhose, being careful not to rip them. Taking his leash again she tugged him toward the sink which was filled with warm soapy water. She unfastened the button at the back of the dress and unzipped as far as the zipper would go. She then took the hem of the dress in her hands and pulled it over his head. He stood there with the dress over his head and arms, he felt like a goof. She washed him gently, caressing almost as much, pressing her body against him, the warm cloth sliding under his arms, along is back. She moved behind him, pressed tightly against him and washed his chest. Her chin resting on his shoulder, looking down as she worked. Drying him off with a soft towel, she then picked up her deodorant. It was not unscented. It was heavily perfumed, she applied it carefully under his arms, with an evil grin she picked up a bottle of perfume and dabbed it on. Leaving him adorned with her scent. She tugged the dress back down, picked up a curling iron and went to work on his hair. As billy watched in the mirror it was clear that she was an artist, she removed his makeup, changed his lips to a soft red, his eyes had hints of a soft red that made you look twice. His lashes were thickened, he blinked, and she smiled as his long lashes fluttered. He looked in the mirror, that was just not him, that pretty girl looking back at him. There were too very pretty girls standing there, side by side, pressed together fairly tightly considering there was a lot of space in the bathroom. Robyn turned toward him, looking at her work. He watched her as her eyes danced from feature to feature, when they found his eyes, they rested, they stared quietly for a moment at each other, very quiet, and she was standing so close. Her hand came up and cupped his cheek softly, almost as softly as her lips were when they grazed his. He tasted her tongue as it darted into his mouth. She was holding his head now, lips pressed together. It was the softest most powerful kiss he had ever had. Her hand slipped down his back slowly, found his bum and cupped it, tugging him closer. She broke the kiss, then pressed her lips against his, her eyes were staring deeply into his. She whispered her lips sliding across his. "I am going to spank you today, I am going to spank you a lot. You are going to suck my toes again too, lick my feet. I wonder what else I should get you to lick," She kissed him again. He was so under her power. She picked up her toothbrush, standing very close to him, her body pressing lightly against his, she brushed his teeth. Her face was very close to his as she peeked into his mouth, the closeness was not unknown to either of them, there were feelings passing between them, each contact was electric. They were quiet again, billy whispered, "How old are you?" She told him, he was surprised. "You are only three months younger than I am." She nodded thoughtfully. Turning, she tugged his leash, pulling him off balance, he was in such a daze, and she grinned over her shoulder. He was led into Debbie's room. Debbie was waiting. "It took you long enough, is he all cleaned up?" she asked Robyn. "He smells good too," Robyn said handing her mother the leash. Debbie took it and told him to sit at the foot of her bed. She knelt before him. Well we are going to have a harder time with these chains locked on, but I am sure we will manage," she told him. Manage? ohhhh the corset, he was about to be put in a corset. She took his shoe and removed the back strap, by doing this she managed to pull the shoe off his foot. It was still locked to his ankle but his foot was bare now, well except for his black pantyhose. She held up a stocking. "These have a lot of compression billy, you are going to feel squeezed with every step you take, they will tug and squeeze all over." He noticed the black stocking did look different, there was a wide lace decoration at the top too. Lifting his left leg on to her lap Debbie worked it over his foot, tugging it carefully under the ankle strap of his shoe and the pink manacle encircling his ankle. It didn't seem as hard as she had expected, the stocking was sliding quite easily over his pantyhose. As Debbie pulled the stocking up he felt her fingers sliding along his legs, it was sending shivers up his back as she got higher and higher. Robyn was looking at the other stocking, "Wow these really do squeeze don't they." Pulling her hand out of the stocking. Debbie nodded. "billy is going to be reminded with each step, each movement just how much. They will squeeze and tug constantly. Each movement will ripple up and down his legs." She reached the hem of his dress, the stocking finished there, the lace band just below the hem of his dress. She asked Robyn if she wanted to put the other stocking on. Billy's heart started to beat faster. Debbie left to get the corset. Robyn knelt down and took his foot in her hands, they were so hot. She worked the stocking over his foot, just as her mother had done, under the ankle strap and under the manacle, she tugged at the lock. 'They are cute, I like the pink," her hands caressed softly, sliding over is pantyhose as she worked the stocking up his calf. She bit her lip as she worked it over his knee and then her hands were on his thigh, moving up. She was lingering, tugging carefully, teasing his leg. She pulled the stocking in place just as Debbie came back into the room with a large flat box. "Stand please," Debbie told him. She opened it moving aside tissue paper and removed a long shiny pink corset. Robyn unfastened his dress again, flipping it over his head as she had done before. "Robyn pull his pantyhose up as high as you can, they will act as a liner under the corset." Robyn took the waistband of the pantyhose, tugging gently, telling billy to wiggle and squirm, she pulled and tugged until the hem was just under his arms. They were pulled so tight the seam in the pantyhose had worked between his cheeks. Separating and enhancing them. They placed the corset in front of him, wrapping it around his waist it fastened with a few clips. Then the lacing began. First it was made snug, squeezing him. he couldn't see what they were doing, but he was being squeezed all over. Before they went at the laces again, Debbie started attaching the garters to his stockings. There were six garters. Robyn did one leg while Debbie did the other, billy could feel their hands sliding over his behind, stockings were tugged up, and he felt the pulling begin. More fingers sliding, shivers were dancing up his back. he didn't know who was doing what, who was touching him where. Then they were all fastened. He felt one garter, over his behind pulled back. Then it was released, it smacked his behind loudly. "Robyn!" Debbie scolded. Robyn giggled. They went back at the laces, billy was not fat, in fact he was quite slender. The corset tightened, shaping him. Soon the hourglass shape was noticeable. Not long after it was pronounced. They tugged his dress back down. Robyn took his apron and tied it back in place, it drew his dress in. he had an amazing shape. Robyn started to laugh. Debbie looked at her. "What is so funny?" Robyn pointed, "Billy has bigger boobs than I do now," Debbie looked, sure enough as the corset had a built in bra attached, with pointed cups leaving billy with an impressive bust. Debbie giggled. "He looks cute though." Robyn nodded. "He is pretty." Billy was swaying a bit, the corset was so tight, the stockings were so tight, he was being squeezed all over. The phone rang, Debbie went to answer it. Robyn looked at billy. he looked back. He took a step, the corset was so long, and it went from "his" breasts down to just short of the hem of his dress. Down to his thighs. Firming and shaping, covering any possible bulges. He didn't feel his behind squeezed though, he took a step and felt the dress sliding across his cheeks. They felt different, Robyn had pulled the pantyhose up so much, they were separated. Squeezed but not by the corset. He was wondering how it went down to his thighs without squeezing his bum. Robyn noticed him looking in the long mirror, twirling a bit so he could see behind. She flipped up his dress. He gasped. The corset had a cut out section, framing his bum perfectly. "I will still be able to spank you," she whispered, sliding her hand over one of his cheeks. It was electric, her fingers slipping off the tight pantyhose. She dropped the hem before Debbie returned. "Well billy, you are ready to start the day, off to the kitchen please, it is breakfast time." He took a step toward the hall, his stockings pulled, squeezed, shimmering feelings danced across his leg. He took another step, the same happened with his other leg. When he stopped walking they squeezed, it was like they were alive. The garters tugged, he felt the straps move, pull. The corset squeezed, he took another step, it was like a thousand fingers were playing with his legs. Each step, it never stopped. He didn't feel the hem of his dress raised, he was in another trance. The smack was loud it pulled him out of his trance. Debbie was holding some sort of rubber strap. She hit him again. He gasped. "The kitchen billy, breakfast, move it, let's get busy. No slacking for you today. Here Robyn." She handed Robyn the quirt. Billy's day was just getting started. The hem of his dress had not been lowered. As he took a step Robyn smacked him, all the way into the kitchen. The pantyhose were pulled so tightly across his bum each smack was loud, painful, electric. When he reached the kitchen she sat down, to watch, she hadn't pulled down his hem. He was blushing deeply. His behind had red lines where she had spanked him. He looked so cute standing there, the stockings fastened with garters to the corset, his behind peeking through, shaped and squeezed but bare, just those lines decorating it. His panties had been pulled up so high, his behind was almost bare. Amy came in to see how long before breakfast was ready. She saw the lines on his bum. "Did you spank him?" she asked Robyn. Robyn nodded. "Shouldn't we pull his dress down?" "Mom said no," Robyn told her. "To spank him if he moves too slowly, she is still annoyed he lied." "Oh," Amy said thoughtfully, he had a cute bum she thought. She spanked him with her hand, "get to work missy" she said. Robyn was giggling. Billy was blushing, deeply. He tried to move faster but the stockings and corset were sending overwhelming feelings through him, when Amy spanked him he almost collapsed. Debbie came in as billy was serving toast. "After lunch billy, I would like you to cut our lawn. The push mower is in the garage, you don't need gas it works with push power." Cut the lawn? Like this? All those steps, with the stockings pulling and tugging, the hot sun on him, they had a huge lawn. His heels were so high, every step was going to be a torment. "Robyn check on him now and then please, leave his dress up, if he is working too slow, speed him up with the quirt." Robyn grinned at billy. She took the quirt and waved it in the air menacingly. Amy looked at it. "Where did you get that?" "It was in the garage with some of the horse riding equipment they used here in the past," Debbie told her. Amy shivered this time, it looked like that would hurt, to be smacked with the quirt. She looked at the stripes on his bum again. Yup, it would hurt. Later Billy was tugging the lawn mower out of the garage. Robyn came over with a tiny piece of rope. He looked, wondering. She quickly fastened the chain at his wrist to the handle of the lawn mower. "There, off you go now," She gave him a couple smacks to get him going. She walked along behind him, as he pushed the mower, swinging the strap gently against his bum. The sensations became so strong again. Now he was tied to the lawn mower, out in the open, his bum exposed, being spanked with each step. He hadn't realized he stopped, the feelings, the tugging the squeezing was just too much. Then he felt a poke, it was between his cheeks. Right between. He gasped and jumped. Robyn had turned the quirt around the handle slipped between his cheeks, she pushed, "Come on, get moving." He moaned. She pushed again, followed behind him, keeping the quirt pressing between his cheeks, pushing. Wiggling. Occasionally she would turn it around and smack him. At the end of a long row, when he was turning to go back, she stopped him. Standing close, she pressed her body against him, the quirt was behind him, and she smacked his bum. His eyes opened wider. She kissed him, as he was kissing back, feeling her soft lips again, her tongue playing with his, he felt another sharp smack on his bum, and another. Nothing was easy. Pain, pleasure, reward punishment, it was constant, how was he going to stand it all day. She smelled so good, she was so soft, but had too, as he felt another sharp smack on his bum. She stepped back, her eyes looked wild. He continued cutting the lawn, she followed back to the house, at times she was spanking him, but there were other times, when her hot hand was on his bum, caressing. Moving across the slippery nylon. Rubbing where his bum was red. As they arrived at the house, ready to turn for another run, she pinched him. Hard. He wiggled. She kissed him again and went into the house. Billy was left in turmoil of feelings. Left to cut the large lawn. Chained, corseted. Tied like a slave to the mower. Exposed. With each and every step it hadn't changed, each step he took sent so many feeling charging through him. Everything was so tight, the stockings were unbelievable. They slid a bit on his pantyhose, then were tugged up, then became alive as they massaged. He couldn't take his mind off of it, between the stockings and the corset, the pantyhose that were pulled up so high, tugged between his cheeks, he was reminded constantly of what he was wearing. Between the locks binding him, and the position his hands were kept in, he couldn't take off anything. Just keep walking, pushing the mower in the hot sun, back and forth, his high heels sinking into the lawn when he forgot to put all the weight on his toes. He was overwhelmed again, it was just too much, he came to a shuddering stop, and he wiggled and squirmed. His heels sank in the lawn, he didn't notice. When he pulled himself together he tried to take a step. But his heels were deeply in the lawn. He tried lifting his foot out, but the hobble stopped him before he could raise it high enough, his heel sank back into the lawn. He struggled, so far away from the house, in the hot sun. He was quite stuck. His hands were tied to the mower handle, he couldn't reach the knots. He was trapped there, until someone from the house came to check on him. He heard a noise. He looked around but didn't see anyone coming from the house. There it was again, he heard voices. What? Kids playing somewhere. They were getting louder. He was in the open, in the middle of the large lawn, stuck. There were voices. They were getting closer. He shivered and looked around. He really didn't want to be seen like this. "LOOK AT THAT GIRL!" he heard someone call out. Oh No. Two boys and a girl came out of the woods, they had sticks and had been sword fighting with them. They walked up. Looked at the chains, the rope, saw the girl was tied to the lawn mower. "Are you playing a game too?" the girl asked him, swishing her sword in the air. Billy nodded. He didn't know what to do. The boy pointed, I can see her bum. He said laughing," The girl looked and noticed the red stripes on the girls bum. "What are those red lines?" she asked. She poked one with her stick, billy felt it poke his bum. He didn't answer. One of the boys said, "I bet she was spanked," The other boy nodded and the girl giggled. "Were you spanked?" she asked billy. He nodded again, blushing deeply. "Bad girl," one of the boys said and smacked him with is sword stick. They all laughed. Billy squirmed. The other boy picked up his sword, smacked billy with it. "Yes, bad girl," he said laughing. The girl watched the two boys spanking the pretty girl who was wiggling trying to get her bum away from the swinging sticks. She wanted a turn too. It looked like fun. The girl couldn't get away. She went in with them, between the three of them there was a constant flow of sticks smacking poor billy that was wiggling and squirming madly. His feet were stuck in the ground, and his hands tied to the handle, with the tight corset, he was not moving too much so no one was missing. One of them looked up and saw in the distance someone was coming from the house, they ran into the forest. Debbie arrived and had seen what they were doing, she noticed billy was stuck in the grass, his heels mired in deeply. As she walked behind him she saw how red his bum was. She smiled. Now this was a punishment he was never going to forget. She decided to add to this. She spoke loudly, expecting the mischievous children were not far away. "Billy, I am very annoyed with you, I told you to cut the lawn and you are just loafing out here. I have a good mind to spank you again." Looking around a bit she continued, "No daughter of mine is going to get away with loafing," You can stay here and think about what you did, I am going to get something to spank you with, you definitely need a good spanking young lady." Billy shuddered. No don't leave me alone here, he thought. Wait she said daughter. She knew those evil children close by, what they were doing and what they would probably do again if she left. If he spoke, they may notice he was not the pretty girl they thought he was. It was such a trap, stand there and let them spank him or speak and face the humiliation. Debbie walked off, turning she added, "I will be back in a half an hour, if you are still standing there loafing I am going to turn your behind very red you mark my words." Moments later she was gone, he waited, hoping that they were gone, that they had not heard what Debbie had said. But then he heard whispers. Billy was facing the away from the trees where the voices were coming from, with his wrists tied to the mower he was stuck in place, the tight corset prevented him from turning to the side, just as Debbie intended, it really did keep his posture under control. He didn't hear them as they quietly came up behind him. He jumped a bit when he felt one of them poke his exposed bum with one of their stick swords. The point was not sharp but the surprise of being poked startled him, then his heart started to hammer again. He was poked again in a different spot, like they were checking a roast to see if it was cooked, he was prodded. Then a second stick started to poke. this one had a bit of a point and he jumped again. He heard giggles. He tried to squirm and evade them, but there was no hope of that, the corset really kept him from turning at all. One of the meaner boys brought his stick closer and stood beside him. "You are a bad girl, I heard your mother scolding you," Billy looked at him, his long eyelashes fluttered, he knew if he answered the boy, they would know that it was not a girl standing there helplessly. So he kept quiet. The boy raised his stick and smacked him. Billy bit his lip. His stick was very narrow, about the size of a finger. It really hurt. The other two kept poking him with their sticks, one of them had moved off his cheeks and the stick was pushed between his cheeks. Billy's eyes opened wide, he tried to pull away but the stick followed, prodding. Whoever was pushing it giggled, "Look I speared her," he heard. It was the other boy. He had the sharper stick. Billy squirmed as much as he was able to, but that seemed to make things worse, he felt the fabric tear a bit, the tip of the stick moved in farther. Billy really did jump this time, arching his back as he tried to pull away. The girl told the boy to stop. "Why she is funny, look at her wiggle," he told her. Billy thought at least the girl was nice, maybe she would save him from the boys. She really wasn't nice though. She stood up and went closer to billy. She spread his cheeks. "Look, you made a hole in her pantyhose." The boy just laughed and swung his sword in the air proudly. There was a row of sunflower plants at the end of the lawn, just beside where they were standing. The girl started giggling. "What's up?" she was asked. She went to the flowers, selected one, they hadn't grown that tall yet, it was early in the season. She broke off the stem of the flower, it was a clean break and a very solid stalk. "What are you doing with that?" They asked her together. Billy squirmed, he didn't like where he thought this was going. The one boy smacked him again, a red line was left across his cheeks. She whispered to the boys, they both started to laugh. The meanest one took his thin sword and smacked billy again and again, very hard. That got his attention. "Bend over," he was told. Billy resisted, he was smacked again, and it really stung. He bent over. He really didn't want to, but that darn thin branch was hurting much more than any other spanking he had received so far. His bum was exposed, he knew if he straightened up he would feel that branch across his bum again. The girl approached quietly, the boys watched. Debbie waited a half an hour and then made her way back to check on billy. He was standing alone where she left him, still stuck in the lawn. As she got closer though, she noticed something very odd. There was a sunflower sticking out of his bum. 'What on Earth?' she thought. Billy was blushing furiously. No wonder she thought. "Well you have gotten yourself into quite the fix haven't you?" Billy nodded. Debbie helped him tug his shoes out of the grass, "Walk on your toes more so you don't stick in like that billy," she told him. she said nothing about him being a flower vase though. "Hurry and finish the lawn please, you still have the back and other side to cut." They had a very large lawn, this was going to take some time. He couldn't get over the fact that she was not addressing the flower that was protruding out his cute little bum. She didn't give him any more attention, leaving him there to continue mowing the lawn she returned to the house. Billy was shocked. The flower had a thick stem, the flower was not full grown, but it was large and when he took a step, with his wiggle, the flower wiggled and bounced. He stopped quickly. The flower bounced again, transferring all that movement to the stem which disappeared between his cheeks. He moaned. He took another step, the tight stockings still seeming so alive on his legs, making each move he took a complex series of feelings. Then the tight corset that was containing him, squeezing him without mercy, would tug on the garters, sending more feelings through him. Now, with every tiny move he made, that flower, with the thick stem, was tormenting him beyond his ability to contend with. It was all so overwhelming, it was too much. The hot sun beat upon him, he was still tied to the mower, no one was near, he had to finish the lawn, and there was no recourse. But each step he took was so difficult. If someone watched him they would see him twitching, jerking as he shuffled along behind the mower, wiggling his behind, knowing he would be punished even further if he was caught not doing so. Everything worked to send feelings throughout him, the wiggling of his behind moved the flower so much more, it wiggled as much as he did. He wanted his dress to be pulled down, having his behind on display, knowing people did go by was keeping him on the edge, every noise made him shiver. He could feel the flower wiggling from side to side, sometimes bouncing up and down, it must look quite the site. It was hours later before he cut the last strip of grass, his breathing was labored, he was struggling to stay composed. Now he had to push the mower back to the house, hoping to be freed from it, but the flower was so embarrassing, sticking out like that, bouncing, it was obvious where the stem went. It was like he had a tail for darn sakes. If Robyn found him, he knew he would be tormented more, she would tease him, play with it, and wiggle it. She would not remove it though, he was sure of that. Those darn kids. He rounded the corner to the front of the house, hoping Debbie would find him first, she after all knew about the flower, she could remove it, send him on his next chores, but with out more humiliation. He looked by the garage. Her car was gone. She was called to work. Billy's day was about to become very interesting, if he could only get that darned flower out before Robyn saw him. As he contemplated ways to remove the flower, with his hands bound in front of him, he saw Robyn leaving the house, the quirt in her hand and a big smile on her face. She hadn't seen the flower yet. "It is about time you finished the grass. Amy wants her lunch now, she is hungryyyyyy again she said. Mom had to go to work again, she is hoping to be back by dinner but may be late." She grinned. "So I guess this means I get to play with you for the rest of the day." Billy was frozen in place, Robyn untied his wrists, still not noticing what the bratty kids had done to him. She took his leash and started to pull him into the house. He followed, the flower wiggling in his bum, the tight corset tugging on his stockings, he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to take all of these feelings. When they got in the kitchen she dropped the leash, he knew it was time to make their lunch, but she was watching. She was tapping her hand with the quirt. "Would you like a spanking before you make lunch?" she asked quietly. This was going to be it billy thought, there was no way he was going to get the flower out before she saw it. She grinned as she approached, she knew he liked being spanked yesterday, she wasn't going to ask him again, she was just going to see if she could get him to moan again. She took his shoulder and gently turned him toward the kitchen counter, looked down ready to give his exposed bum a few swats. The flower was there, just sticking out, bouncing up and down, there were some vivid red lines across his bum. Her mouth dropped open, she looked up at him.