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WIFE IN CHARGE by Throne
Nona whisked into the bedroom, just as her husband was finishing with his
make-up. He was standing in front of her vanity table, one hand on its
surface, leaning in to see his face better in the mirror. His other hand
held a tube of lipstick, a bright orange shade she had found at a
boutique she favored. After using lip liner he had just applied it to
his puckered mouth. She put herself alongside him and bent her knees
until their faces were at the same level.
"Isn't that comical?" she asked. "How much more girly you look than me?
Don't you think that's funny, Sizzy?"
He cringed and said in a soft voice, "But, honey, you know I never wanted
to look like this. I just wanted to wear panties and maybe a clingy top
with spaghetti straps. Not..."
"Not being made to look like a total sissy?" she offered. "But that's
what I'm turning you into, Sammy." She spoke his male name with irony.
"That's why I had to start calling you Sizzy, you ridiculous sissy. Now
put the clear gloss over that gaudy lipstick, to make it attract even
more attention, and then let's have a look at you."
Sammy whimpered but put down the tube and picked up another, opened it to
take out a small brush, and applied a glistening overcoating to his
mouth. He stood and turned around. His wife smirked as she checked to
see that he had dressed and made-up as she had told him to. He didn't
have on a wig, so his short hair was visible, making it plain that he was
a guy. His face was generously decorated with cosmetics. Foundation,
even though he didn't need it with his clear smooth skin. Dramatic
eyebrow pencil. Eye-liner, blue shade, mascara. Rouge. That loud
lipstick and eye-catching gloss. Too much was just enough.
Around his neck was a chain from which hung a piece of jewelry that
spelled out W-U-S-S-Y in glistening plastic letters. It rested just
above the neckline of his top, which was snug around his upper chest and
then loose so that it swirled when he moved. It was deep pink and showed
off the absence of hair under his neck. As they both knew, there was no
hair anywhere on him below his eyebrows. The top ended just above his
navel, which was pierced and had a gold ring in it. Below that were a
pair of peach-colored panties, bikini cut, with big bows sewn onto each
hip. Those bows hadn't been there when she bought them, but there was a
seamstress at the boutique who could take care of little jobs like that,
along with bigger assignments.
His legs were in elastic-top stockings, white with big red lips all over
them. His feet were in crimson shoes with square toes and stacked heels,
like something a club girl might wear, or perhaps a hooker.
Nona stepped close. She wore a simple blouse, tight slacks, and slip-on
shoes, the contrast with his outfit accentuating how overdone she had
made him look. The dominating wife glided her fingers over the front of
his panties. His cock responded and, as it grew hard, she gave it a
playful squeeze.
"So remind me, Sizzy girl. How long has it been since I permitted you to
cum?"
Her husband sniffled and said, with a noticible quiver in his voice,
"It... it's been... s... six weeks, dear."
"Six weeks? You must really be into teasing and denial."
"Nuh... no. When we started all this I said I just wanted lots of
foreplay. But not to be forbidden orgasms for... for so long."
"Oh," she said thoughtfully. "So what you really meant was that you
wanted me to get you one of those cute chastity tubes? A pretty pink
one? And to lock up your dick so you can't pester me with selfish
demands? Is that what you meant?"
"I..." His lower lip twitched. "That's not what I wanted."
"So you're saying that I'm being unfair, intentionally misunderstanding
you, acting like a bitch?"
"I d... didn't say that."
"And...?"
He knew how this scene would play out. "And I shouldn't give you a bad
attitude. I should apologize. I'm sorry, Nona. I'll try not to act
that way again."
"We'll, I'm glad to hear that. But maybe it would help if I gave you a
sound spanking. Don't you agree?"
The sissified male looked desperate. "S... spanking's not something I
like."
"And yet you force me to do it to you again and again." She paused,
giving him time to object. When he didn't she went on, "So what do you
think I should use? My bare hand? The ping-pong paddle? That rubber
slapper that made you kick your little feet and wail like a schoolgirl
last time? Hmmm?"
If he tried to get the mildest punishment from those options, it would
just work against him. So he took a breath and said, trying to sound
sufficiently humble, "I think you should choose, darling. That would be
fine with me."
"Honestly? Welllll, I did spot something in a thrift shop last week and
got it as a surprise for you. How about if we try that?"
Without knowing what she had purchased, and without asking before
assenting, he told her meekly, "Okay. Whatever you want."
"Well, good. Go into my closet, Sizzy. It's hanging up behind my Winter
handbags."
He went uncertainly and felt around behind the bags, smelling their
leather exteriors. His hand settled on something hard. When he got a
grip on it and lifted it off the hook from which it was hanging, it
turned out to be... a long thick sorority paddle. He glanced at her with
pleading eyes.
"I'm glad you approve, sweet cheeks. Though maybe after this I'll have
to call you 'hot cheeks'." She chuckled. "Now where shall I do the
deed? How about somewhere new? Like -- oh, I don't know -- the
kitchen?"
"If you s... say so."
"I do. And I also say that you should get down on your hands and knees
and crawl there. Plus, let's have you carry the paddle for me. In your
mouth."
Sammy got down on all fours and opened his mouth. Wide. She inserted
the paddle lengthwise and he closed his jaws as far as he could. It was
awkward not being able to shut his mouth further, and having to carry
that much weight. He knew that dropping it would add to his discipline.
Moving with care, he followed his wife toward the other room, his eyes
following the sway of her shapely bottom. In the kitchen she had him
stand, took back the paddle, and ordered him to lean over the counter,
telling him to stick out his backside. Next she had him lower his
panties until they were around his smooth thighs and move his feet far
enough apart to keep them there.
"Oh, Sizzy," she said with feigned concern. "This is really going to
smart. I wish you wouldn't keep forcing me to swat your fanny." She
rubbed the paddle over his exposed vulnerable cheeks. "This is going to
hurt you more than it hurts me," she concluded, undercutting the
statement by snickering at the end. He nodded wordlessly.
Nona raised the paddle, taking careful aim. She brought it down hard,
smacking the wood across both of his buttocks, making him jerk and yelp.
She stepped back and considered how his skin was prettily coloring.
"That's one," she announced. "With plenty more to come. Let's not even
count. I'll just keep going until I think I've given you enough to put
you on the straight and narrow." She patted his already sore sitter with
her hand. "If that's all right with you."
"Y... yes, sweetheart."
"And instead of calling me all those affectionate names -- which I know
you do because I've told you to -- how about calling me... Aunt Nona. Do
you like that? I'm the cruel Aunt and you're my innocent niece who can't
stop getting herself into trouble with me. Right?"
She delivered a second loud smack, without warning, making him cry out
even louder. He needed a few seconds to catch his breath before he could
tell her, "Yes. That would be... wonderful. Aunt Nona."
After that she administered another two dozen solid blows, spaced out
enough that he had to anticipate each before it landed, but close enough
together that he couldn't regain his composure or endure the pain with
even a modicum of self-control. Instead he was squirming and panting and
oww-ing and ahh-ing and halfway through weeping like a naughty schoolgirl
having her fanny tanned. In the end Sammy had draped his upper body
across the counter and was clinging onto the toaster, which didn't
provide an anchor but at least kept him from instictively reaching back
to protect his rump, which would have earned him even more strokes.
At last he was allowed to straighten up and elevate his panties, his rear
end blazing, tears hot on his face, knees trembling. Nona reached under
his top and snaked her hands beneath the close-fitting upper portion.
Her fingers located his nipples and began to toy with them. He was very
susceptible to that type of stimulation. His feet shifted around in
those bright shoes. His hips jerked involuntarily. He bit his lips and
tasted lipstick.
"Does my girl like this?" Nona wanted to know.
"Yesssss, Aunt Nona."
She brought her leg closer and rubbed her thigh against his swollen
crotch. "Is Sizzy's clit getting all stiff down there?"
He mewed helplessly. "It's hard, Aunt Nona." Without being prompted he
went on, "Thank you, Aunt Nona. Please don't stop. It feels so good."
"I can tell. But we don't want to overexcite you, girl. You might make
a sticky mess in your panties. Do you want that to happen?"
"No. I mean yes. I mean..." He sobbed with frustration.
"Poor baby Sizzy. Maybe I WILL have to get you that chastity toy to keep
your stiffy under control. I'll lock you up and maybe forget where I put
the key. And if you're thingy is locked up, you'll have to be a girl all
the time. I can have my friends over so they can see my niece in her
exciting outfits. Imagine all of my girlfriends looking at you while you
strike lots of poses for them. And they could watch me make your tushy
bright red, just like it is now. And maybe I'll shove a butt plug up
your back door. Would you like that?"
"N... noooo. Please don't, Aunt Nona. Please don't be so mean."
"Honestly? If you don't want me to do that, then I suppose you wouldn't
want me to have a MALE friend over to visit. A real man. Not a sissy
like you Sizzy. A manly guy with a big cock that he knows how to use.
To satisfy me." He had started rubbing himself against her thigh. She
whispered into his ear, "Shame on you, dirty sissy. Humping my thigh
like a bitch dog. While I talk about getting properly plowed by some
handsome hunk who wears man clothes."
He responded to the sissy-shaming by sniffling and pressing his face
against her breasts, but didn't stop what he was doing. She adjusted the
position of her arms so she could continue playing with his nipples,
which were so highly sensitive. Nona hissed into his ear, describing her
having a long sex session with some capable stud, while Sammy had to
stand by in just panties, garterbelt, stockings and heels, playing with
himself while she enjoyed what he wasn't allowed to give her. His mind
reeled at the wild pictures that filled his imagination. He felt himself
nearing the brink. Reaching it. About to lose control.
"And after that big man is finished plowing me with his magnificent thick
cock, and has filled me with his spunk, do you know what you'l have to
do? Sizzy will have to lick out Aunt Nona's pussy and swallow down all
that rich creamy salty cum, because that's what sissies do."
Her words and nimble fingers took him past the point of turning back.
His penis twitched and he shot his load into the pink bikini panties with
the big bows on their hips. He moaned and shuddered and breathed hard
until it was over. Sammy straightened up, his face red under the make-
up. She put her hands on his upper arms to steady him.
"What a wicked girl," she scolded, "making a messy mess in her panties.
What do you have to say for yourself?"
In a normal masculine tone, he said breathily, "That was... incredible.
Thank you, baby."
She laughed. "Hey, I enjoy your fantasies too." She hugged him and said
reassuringly, "Though you know I'd never cheat on you."
"I know, Nona. But thanks for playing along with that idea. For...
pretending."
"No problem. It was kind of tricky, last year, when I discovered your
penchant for dressing up. And then how you kept adding more details to
our... performances."
He hugged her back. "We'll you've been a terrific actress."
She kissed his forehead. "That's because I love you. And... you still
owe me MY climax. Or maybe I really WILL make you wait six weeks before
you can empty your balls again."
They laughed together. He said, suddenly speaking like Sizzy again, "But
please, don't make me take off my panties and lick all that goo out of
them."
"Don't worry... Sizzy. I won't."
"You won't?" Sammy -- speaking like himself again -- sounded
disappointed.
"Nope. I'll make you take them off and I'll rub that goo all over my
pussy. Then you can lick it off THERE."
His eyes went wide and he said, still in his Sammy voice, "Wow. That's
fantastic. It's so great when you add in your own ideas. Making me call
you Aunt Nona was SO much fun." Then he clasped his hands in front of
him and reverted to sissy mode, imploring in a wispy voice, "Please
don't. You know I never wanted to do more than just wear panties and
maybe a nice top. Don't make me do... that."
She gave him a secret smile and said sternly, "You will do whatever Aunt
Nona says, sissy Sizzy. Always."
And he did.
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(Did I fool you? Did you see that ending coming? Will anyone review
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thanks to everyone who has taken the time to post them. They mean a lot
to me.)
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