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Chapter 2
Cleaning
They went to the city and talked to Helen.
She was surprised. "You both want to be in on cleaning the apartment?"
Donna seemed to want a discussion. "Look, sis. How long would it take
you to clean it yourself?"
"Forever and a day. I never liked cleaning."
"Precisely. If I should do it alone - I'd say six hours - minimum.
With Chuck pitching in - probably four.
In time he'll get better, I suppose.
They discussed exceptions. Window panes - cupboards - closets - and the
like.
In the end they reached an agreement - also for a thorough spring and
autumn cleaning.
Helen would put the money on a table every week.
"We would probably want to buy two aprons. Could you have them here?"
"I don't know. Let's see the closet where I have the cleaning
equipment."
The closet spilled its contents into the hall.
"Oh, boy. You are the most untidy person in sight, sis. When we come
here, we should use some time to clean this mess up."
"All right. How much time?"
"Half an hour - at least."
"Make it an hour - I don't care. Will there be enough space for the
aprons?"
Donna looked the closet over. "After we clean out all those empty cans?
No problem."
"What will the aprons cost?"
"I don't know. I suggest that we just put the bill on the table."
"Fine. That way we could also communicate - if you have misjudged the
necessary time - I wouldn't want to cheat you."
"Don't worry, sis. Otherwise we'll go on strike."
They all laughed.
Donna had a black dress that she couldn't fit into any more. Chuck
accepted it eagerly.
She also helped him buy the corset and the stockings. He didn't have
enough money, so she had to lend him the money as well.
"The interest rate is one hundred percent per month, you know."
He knew she was teasing, so he just ignored the taunt.
"Do you have any other clothes that you can't use anymore?"
"I do have a slip that you'd probably want to take over. Other than that
- I promise that I'll go it all over during the weekend. As for panties
- no! You'll have to buy your own. My hips are not changing that much.
Maybe you should ask mom - or Helen."
"Mom? No way. Oh! Damn. We should have told Helen to put all her old
clothes in a bag. I would be willing to 'throw it out' - completely
without pay."
Donna laughed. "You are devious, my little sister. Let's drop a note for
our dear sister. I might even benefit. I wouldn't mind some hand-me-
downs myself."
Going by train to 'work' was exciting for Chuck.
"You are not listening, little brother."
"Oh, sorry. I was just ...."
"You were just - what? Where were your thoughts? Are you excited?"
"Yes."
"Maybe you'd like to change right here in the train?"
"Oh. Please don't make fun of me."
She was preparing a sarcastic remark when she realized that Chuck was in
some sort of trance.
He focused on his underwear - and not much else. She had helped him a
lot. Could she help him even more?
Should she? She did not hate his fetish. Nor did she approve of it. But!
On the other hand - could she help him out of it?
That was a very big question.
She thought that she was not qualified to do that.
His obsession seemed have deep roots.
When she had read one of his stories, she had laughed. It was about a
boy who was forced to go to school - dressed in the school girl's
uniform. He HAD told her about the story. She thought that the idea was
crazy - and the story was even poorly written.
Could she help him further?
Her old school uniform was discarded long time ago.
She would want no part of tying him up.
On the other hand - could she help him by punishing him? Ordinarily she
would have been perfectly willing to punish anybody for making a sloppy
job.
But if he got excited? So what? Would that affect her?
All in all - she supposed that she would have to be the boss at this job
anyway.
So why not bowling him out once in a while? Maybe a slap for slowing
down? She would need a paddle or something like that.
So it came as no surprise to her that she turned out to be the dominant.
She suspected that he slowed down his efforts on purpose - in order to
get punished.
She did not like that she had to punish him very hard - she did it once
per day. Usually after an hour and a half.
During the autumn she got so tired of this that she told him to sharpen
up. "Either you do a good job - or I'll do it all on my own.
Otherwise I'll not allow you to be a maid."
"But I like to get spanked." After their conversations Chuck had found
that he'd like to be tied up and punished. All in all - he really wanted
Donna to tie him up and force him home - No! He wanted her to force him
to the school. There they would laugh - but after that they would force
him to go to school dressed in the girl school uniform.
He said nothing about that - of course.
"That's your problem. I've had enough of it. I told you many months ago
that you should tell me if you got excited. You never did."
"I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl."
She hated it when he said that. He was a boy - but he played at being a
girly maid. She disapproved. Chuck could tell. He was good at 'reading'
people.
It pained him that she would not punish him anymore.
At home he thought it over the next evening.
He had already paid Donna what he had borrowed to buy the corset. So
worries about his economy did not influence him.
He opened and looked at his dress.
He opened the second drawer and admired his corset and his collection of
panties and stockings. He had been hard pressed to find stores where he
could find real stockings.
He knew that almost all women considered them to be a nuisance. To him
they were the perfect soul of femininity. He simply adored putting them
on - and fastening them was something that he treasured. Pantyhose would
never please him that much.
Donna had categorically refused to supply him with more dresses.
He suspected that his need for spanking was coming between them.
He had to think that over.
Why couldn't he be satisfied with doing the cleaning in his own maid
uniform?
He could not really understand his own reactions. He tried to put on the
corset. That excited him. So did the stockings. The shoes did nothing
special. The uniform did not do better.
He had brought his computer. Now he sat down and checked his stories.
Here he was sitting in his uniform - what was different?
Was it a question of - more wanted more?
According to his reactions to the stories he found that he needed
somebody to force him. He needed someone to punish him.
He started to cry.
Donna HAD warned him. And she had even helped him more than promised. He
would not ask her. He treasured her friendship more than his sexual
needs.
He saw no way out.
The End - for now
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