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"Well, well," said Sara. "Looks like my sissy husband has gotten
himself in trouble again."
"B... but, I just wanted to try your new shade of lipstick," Bobby
explained nervously.
"Don't you have your own make-up? Didn't I give you some stuff I didn't
want anymore? And buy you some other things at the dollar store?"
"Yes. It's just..."
Bobby was standing in front of the mirror on the medicine cabinet in
their bathroom. He had on his favorite short nightie, the white one
with little pink flowers embroidered on the bodice. He also had on pale
yellow, bikini-cut panties and fuzzy bunny slippers. The incriminating
lipstick was still in his small delicate hand. Its color was identified
as Mango Madness. When he couldn't think of any words to defend
himself, he just hung his head. She held out her hand an he gave her
the purloined product.
His wife gave him a disappointed look and said, "So, Barbie, what do you
think your punishment should be?"
"I..." His hands went nervously to his bottom. "A spanking?"
"Another one? You didn't seem to learn anything from the last one. Or
the ones before that. How about if we make the punishment fit the
crime. How about if I..." Her face lit up. "...do something mean to
you with your cosmetics? Yes, that's what it's going to be. Don't
bother saying anything else. Now go to your room and sit on the edge of
the bed. And stay there until I join you. Maybe a little quiet time
will help you think about how you misbehaved. And you can worry about
what exactly I'm going to do to you, too."
Bobby looked at her longingly. Sara was taller than him by several
inches, sturdily built, with a small bust and wide hips. She favored
plain clothes and at the moment was wearing a loose shirt and
comfortable slacks. Her long hair, dirty blond, was tied back in a long
ponytail. He walked past her, chastened and anxious, and went to his
room. Two things happened immediately after Sara had uncovered his
secret pastime of dressing like a girly girl. First she told him that
if he wanted to avoid a messy, one-sided divorce, he would put himself
completely under her control. Then she made him wear crop tops,
panties, stockings, ballet shoes, and whatever else she dictated
whenever he was home. Soon after had come a makeover of the unused
guest bedroom. Sara found someone selling a girl's bed that they're
daughter had outgrown. It was white and pink and had a padded headboard
and footboard that were decorated with princesses, rainbows, unicorns,
and fluffy clouds. There was a matching dresser, on top of which were
Bob's make-up, along with nick-knacks appropriate for a girl in her
early teens. There was even a lamp, the base of which was a ceramic
teddy bear.
Sitting disconsolately on the side of his bed, Bobby sulked over the
unfairness of it all. Sure, he got to play dress-up every minute he was
in the house. But his bride could be so strict with him, more like a
wicked aunt in some storybook tale. He'd made the mistake of saying
that to her once, and now she sometimes made him refer to her as Aunt
Sara. Bobby just couldn't win. She made him feel like a silly little
girl. He never got to wear anything womanly, just T-shirts with cartoon
ponies or similar images on them, and shorts with suspenders, and... He
sighed and idly fingered the material of his nightie. Okay, he honestly
did like most of what she made him put on. It was just that she was so
controlling and made most of his choices for him. She usually told him
what to eat. On occasion she would spoon feed him. Just last week she
had fed Bobby a huge bowl of tasteless mush, one mouthful at a time. He
was still mulling over his mixed feelings when Sara came into the room.
"All right," she announced. "Time for you to pay the price for lipstick
stealing." She eyed his mango-colored mouth. "I'm so glad I came home
early and caught you. It was funny how you acted so innocent, while the
whole time the evidence was right there on your face. And in your hand.
Did you think I wouldn't notice that it was my lipstick?"
"No." He pouted. "I just got caught up in the moment while I was using
it."
She laughed. "That's priceless. You honestly are a naughty little
thing. A bad girl playing with Auntie's make-up. So I'm going to make
you look like a disobedient child who got into a grown-up lady's
cosmetics." She went and got the white, scroll-back, ice cream parlor
chair from the corner and set it in front of the dresser, facing away
from the mirror. "Now sit yourself down right here, young lady, while
Aunt Sara does what you're forcing her to do."
Bobby got up, hands at waist level, fingers laced together. He went to
the chair and sat reluctantly. When his wife was in Aunt mode it could
get unpleasant. Sara sorted through some items on his dresser and
selected foundation, which she applied generously to his entire face.
Her spouse's hair was short, so it didn't get in the way. Then she used
eye liner, shadow, and false lashes. Sara worked on his eyebrows. Put
rouge on his cheeks. Went to work on his mouth. Was she applying lip
liner well beyond the edges of his mouth? And was that Mango Madness
she was coloring it in with? What was that she was applying over top of
the lipstick? She had said she wanted to make him resemble a youngster
who had invaded her mother's -- or Aunt's -- make-up collection.
"All right, Barbie. Turn your chair around and see yourself the way you
deserve to look for being a sissy thief."
He rotated the chair so it was facing the mirror and sat down, not
letting himself check his reflection yet, wanting to take a few extra
seconds to prepare for the worst. After taking two deep breaths and
blowing them out, he raised his chin and looked at what Sara had done.
OH NO! The foundation had been overdone, giving him a porcelain-doll-
like complexion. She had made high arched eyebrows, one slightly more
elevated that the other. His eyeshadow was messily put on, as if
someone had colored outside the lines. The eye liner was also
amateurishly done, as if drawn on by a shaky hand. To make everything
worse, the artificial lashes were so long they were cartoonish. He
blinked nervously and they did an exaggerated flutter.
Bobby couldn't look away. The rouge on his cheeks added to the doll-
face look. It was in wide circles with uneven edges, one a bit wider
than the other. But the most distressing was his mouth. Sara had drawn
the outline of stylized feminine lips well outside the natural borders
of his own. And she had done it darkly. Then she had colored them in
with that vivid Mango Madness. The final insult was the coat of gloss,
which made the faux mouth even more outrageous. As she studied her
handiwork her brow creased.
She considered, "It still needs... Oh, I know what to do."
Picking up a shading pencil, she darkened the area immediately below the
clownishly oversized lower lip. She made it look like a shadow was
there, which suggested that the bottom lip was even larger, and that it
was pouting. Bobby was horrified. He couldn't have her seeing him like
this for however long she chose to leave his face that way. He was
about to say something when she picked up her phone and aimed it at him.
"Smile, Barbie. I want to have a pretty picture for when I have to
remind you not to mess with my make-up."
That made him really pout, which made his face even more ridiculous.
His wife took several shots from different angles. Then she moved in
for a close-up, so that his foolish features would fill the entire frame
and overspill its edges.
"Oh," she enthused. "These are going to be so much fun to show you,
whenever you so much as look too hard at my cosmetics." She chuckled.
"And maybe I should show them to someone else."
"What? No. You can't do that?"
"Are you telling me what I can and can't do? You? My sissy husband?
Looking the way you do right now?"
"I just..." The rest of his explanation got caught in his throat as she
hit a pre-set number on the phone. To him she said, "We'll just see
about that, princess." When she spoke into the phone it was to say,
"Hello, Kate. Look, would you like to come over here for a little
visit? Maybe a glass of wine?" She listened for a moment. "Yeah, it's
Bobby again. Remember how I told you he's really not much of a man?
Well, there's more to that than I told you. It's time for you to see
the real person I married. Okay? See you in a few."
Bobby stood there in his short nightie, abbreviated panties, and foolish
girly skippers. His mouth was hanging open, which -- with the way it
was decorated -- made him doubly ridiculous. Then his lips quivered,
again amplifying the weirdness of his looks. His wife shut the phone
and used it to take several more pictures of him as he began to sniffle.
Finally he asked, "Can I at least wear something less... humiliating?"
"Dear," she explained patiently, "humiliation is what this is all about.
It's a terrific way to help you remember what you did that was wrong."
"But... but..."
"Kate will be here soon. Remember what I brought you home from the mall
the other day? Where did you put it?" He pointed to the nightstand by
his bed. "Well, go get it. I think it will be a darling addition to
your look."
Bobby sobbed. He opened the drawer in the nightstand and took out a
large, rainbow-swirled lollipop, wrapped in cellophane. Sara pantomimed
for him to remove the covering, which he did with trembling fingers.
When he was done she told him to hold the long stick in both hands.
Even she might have doubted that he could be made to appear any more
like a pansy, but this finishing touch did just that. She instructed
him not to lick it unless he was told to.
"Wouldn't want to mess up your lipstick," she advised. "Or should I
say, my lipstick that you stole."
Sara shook her head and put on a disappointed expression. What she was
really feeling was elation. This was one of those situations that she
delighted in. They were good enough when she set them up and led him
into earning a scolding and more. But the best times were when Bobby
got into trouble without any assistance. It added spice when he was
blaming himself while he suffered. And whenever it happened, she loved
to remind him of his guilt. Sometimes she cast herself in the role of
long-suffering adult to his difficult adolescent.
She pointed out, "None of this would be happening, Barbie, if you hadn't
turned into a sneak thief. I wouldn't have been forced to make you look
absolutely stupid. And Kate would be about to arrive any second, to see
you fully in the sissy zone." She heaved a theatrical sigh, raising and
dropping her shoulders. "I guess that from now on I won't be able to be
as forgiving as I've been in the past."
Of course, she had never been at all forgiving. Sara had used any and
every excuse to administer discipline, to mention his shortcomings, and
to manipulate his thinking so that he sank ever deeper under her control
and frequently felt mortified. She was in the midst of congratulating
herself for all that when the doorbell rang. Bobby's eyes went wide
with apprehension.
His bride asked him, "Should I answer that, or would you like to?"
"No. I couldn't. Please. You let her in."
"Certainly, Barbie," she agreed. But then, as if she had completely
misunderstood him, she said, "Don't make her wait. Go answer it." She
made shooing motions. "Scoot!"
He wanted to try to correct her but decided it was useless. She was
watching him with a cool but evaluating gaze. He didn't want to incur
her anger, especially not when any punishment he earned would most
likely be witnessed by Kate.
So he gave a meek nod and said, "Yes, Ma'am. Yes... Aunt Sara."
Addressing her that way, as a sign of submission, might work in his
favor. But probably not. Sara walked toward the kitchen. He went to
the front door and stood there trying to steady himself. His entire
body twitched. Holding the jumbo lollipop in one hand, Bobby opened the
door. Kate saw him and gasped. She was an attractive woman with
angular features and short, casually styled hair. Kate looked
confident and relaxed in a charcoal-colored, designer T-shirt, brown
leather vest, and loose black slacks. Her gunmetal grey shoes had
square toes and broad two-inch heels.
His voice shook as he said, "Please come in."
Kate stepped past him and he was glad to be able to close the door.
Sara met her with a glass of wine in her hand.
Bobby's wife said, "Quite a shock, isn't it? Have some of this. And
just think what it was like for me when I discovered that this is what
I'd exchanged marriage vows with. He was lying to me by not saying
anything about his kinky side the entire time we were dating and
engaged."
"Wow," Kate whispered. "You said he was a wimp, but I never imagined
anything so extreme."
"Oh, there's worse. But let's go to the den and relax. Barbie here can
get me a glass of wine, too. Can't you, sissy?"
"Yes, Ma'am." He looked uncertain about whether he should include the
other words, but the chose to play it safe and told her, "Yes, Aunt
Sara."
Kate laughed softly. "Aunt Sara? You'll have to tell me what that's
about."
The women went toward the den. Bobby padded to the kitchen in his fuzzy
slippers, glancing down at their rabbit ears and pink glistening eyes.
He poured a glass of wine and hurried to the den. Sara and Kate were
sitting on the long couch. He respectfully handed the glass to his
wife. Kate had gotten over her initial shock and gave him an unhurried
examination. Her eyes stopped at his crotch.
She asked Sara, "Is something wrong with my eyes, or is there hardly
anything in the front of his panties?"
"Sadly, there's nothing wrong with your eyes." To Bobby she said,
"Barbie, show her what you have to offer me in bed."
Bobby froze. His hands went slowly to the waistband of the panties and
stopped. He lowered them enough to show that the area immediately above
his penis had been shaved bald, except for a narrow vertical strip that
had been dyed bright yellow. Kate snickered.
But when he was still reluctant to go further, Sara's friend shot him a
sharp look and said, "I'm waiting, Barbie."
He blinked back the beginnings of tears and said, "Yes, Ma'am." Without
being told to he included, "Yes, Aunt Kate."
Both women laughed. Bobby cringed. He lowered his brief panties to the
middle of his hairless thighs and kept his legs far enough apart that
they wouldn't slip down any further. Kate put her hand over her mouth
but didn't try very hard to contain her amusement.
"It's SO small," she marveled. "You could fit it into... I don't
know... maybe one of those paper rolls you put quarters in. If I
wrapped my fingers around it, the poor tiny thing would be completely
hidden. Or maybe just the pink tip would be peeking out, like a girl's
clit. Ha, ha, ha." She turned serious. "But how do you have sex? I
mean, there's no way he could get you off with that... that... link
sausage."
Sara smiled ruefully. "Tell me about it. He's never given me a single
orgasm with his worthless dick. That's why he has to use his tongue on
my pussy. Sometimes I have him switch back and forth between his mouth
and one of my vibrators. His fingers help, too, especially because
they're small like a girl's." She shook her head. "Luckily for me,
keeping him in panties and messing with his head get me aroused, so that
makes it easier for me to climax."
Kate considered that for a moment and said, "And what about HIS sex
life?"
"Well, I've cut him back to almost nothing. You know, I tease him by
dressing up sexy around the house, or wearing just a top and staying
naked from the waist down. That's fun to do. And I make him play with
his miniature penis. Play with it but not make it shoot." She
chuckled.
When Kate saw how unhappy that made Bobby, she wanted to know, "So,
could I see him tugging himself like a naughty boy sometime?"
"No time like the present," Sara told her. "And maybe I'll break out
one of those vibrators that usually gets used only on me. After all, he
just earned himself more punishment." When Bobby's face turned puzzled,
she pointed out, "Because he took his lollipop to the kitchen and just
left it there."
Bobby stood where he was, squeezing his hairless thighs together, hands
pressing the nightie against his soft tummy. He was wearing such a sad
frown that it made his drawn-on mouth look more comical than ever. He
was also aware of the irony of both women being dressed in unfeminine
styles, while what he had on was overly girly. The females started
toward the bedroom, with Sara gesturing for him to follow. When they
got there she went into the top drawer of her dresser and took out an
eight inch vibrator. It consisted of a long handle, followed by a
narrow neck, and then a curved head. The device resembled a handheld
microphone. Sara held it close to her mouth and sang a familiar line
from a hit song. Kate smiled. Bobby did not.
"All right, Barbie," the woman holding the instrument said. "Onto the
bed. Hands and knees. Drop those panties to half mast. Let's see that
cute bottom up in the air."
Bobby shivered as he got into position. He was still in that awful
make-up. Shamefully dressed. Being seen by his wife's friend. And now
this. Sara turned on the vibrator and the familiar buzz started. She
brought it to his bottom and touched him lightly in the most sensitive
spot. He gasped and clenched his fists. Without him wanting it to
happen, he got a straining erection. Kate noticed it at once.
"Oh look," she said. "His dick got bigger. But not much. It's still
too puny to be useful. And his little balls are all pulled up tight,
which makes them look even smaller."
"Isn't it pathetic?" Bobby's wife asked. "And him not being allowed to
have any hair down there makes it him look even more immature. But it
is fun to get him all aroused. And make him put on an embarrassing
show. Right, Barbie? Isn't it time to get that hand busy?"
He reached unhappily between his legs and got a hold on his penis. As
he started to stroke himself, Kate burst out laughing.
"OMG, it's so pitiful. A full grown man wanking while his wife runs the
show. And that midget dick, it doesn't stop being funny."
Sara used the vibrator on his scrotum, eliciting breathy moans. She
pressed it against the receptive area between the anus and ball sac. As
it touched his perineum he began to pant and stroke faster.
"Hey, super-stud," cautioned Kate. "Don't lose control. You wouldn't
want to squirt on that clean bedspread. Just keep tugging and thinking
about what a total sissy you are."
"Another thing to think about," added his bride, "is what a jerk you
were to get yourself into trouble by taking my lipstick. In fact, it
was so wrong that I'm going to have to put you on probation for about...
hmmm... let's make it six months. Any bad behavior during that time
will earn you punishment, like usual, but also put you at risk of having
what's left of your sex life taken away. Right now I at least let you
empty your balls once in a while. Imagine if you lost that privilege
completely. Just think if you did something I didn't like and it cost
you an entire month of no ejaculations."
He sounded ready to cry when he said, "But that's unreasonable. I mean,
you can't just..."
"Uh, oh," she interrupted. "That's just the sort of thing I was talking
about. Giving me backtalk. Guess we're going to have to put you on the
chastity program starting right... NOW. For the next two weeks, no
spurts for you." She let that sink in before she told him, "Now get
onto your back, Barbie."
With the panties still halfway down, around his thighs, he rolled over
and lay there with his undergrown erection pointing upward. His
overdone, cheap eye make-up was running as he shed a few tears. Kate
told him to continue pulling his pecker. Sara moved the humming device
to his nipples, which drove him close to the limits of self-control.
She made him draw his lower body up and throw back his legs, so that he
was bent double with his knees on either side of his head.
Unfortunately for Bobby, that left his penis pointing right at his face.
His wife warned him, "If you pop your cork, it will cost you dearly.
I'm thinking a full month. How does that sound, Kate?"
"It's hardly enough," she offered. "I mean, finishing without
permission is a big no-no. If he does that, I'd say it costs him more
like... three months. And that's on top of the two weeks he already
cost himself."
Bobby looked desperate. Sara began moving the head of the vibrator from
one erogenous zone to another. She kept taking him to the brink and
then letting him restrain himself. He might have made it. Maybe.
Until Kate had an inspiration. She asked Sara for the vibrator. After
using it alternatingly on Bobby's nipples until he was groaning and
sobbing, she gave him a smile.
"Look at this, Barbie," she said and pressed the vibrator between her
legs.
Kate half-closed her eyes, imitating ecstasy. She purred and made her
mouth writhe. Licked her lips. Started to breath hard. Just when she
had Bobby completely mesmerized by the erotic display, she switched the
vibrator again to the center of his ass, which was vulnerably shown off
by that unnatural posture. The combination of visual and electronic
stimulation was too much for him. He opened his mouth wide to make an
involuntary sound of surrender, at the same time launching his semen
between his own lips. Some got on his cheeks and chin but most went
onto his tongue. He gagged slightly and, unable to prevent it,
swallowed most of what he had produced. That was when the tears started
to flow freely.
"Well," his wife said with feigned disappointment. "You have absolutely
no respect for me or my wishes. Isn't that true?"
"Y... yes, Aunt Sara."
"You've been a naughty sissy nephew. So I'm going to have to restrict
your filthy habit of handling your dick and making a mess like you just
did. So..." She enjoyed the sight of his decorated, sperm spattered
features contorting. "... I'm afraid I'm going to have to ban all
orgasms for... nine months."
"But..."
"And one extra week for that outburst. Want to try for more?"
"No, Ma'am. No, Aunt Sara."
"What do you say about how hard I'm working to help you be good?"
"Thank you, Aunt Sara."
"And is there someone else you want to thank?"
"Yes." He sniffled. "Thank you, Aunt Kate."
"You're welcome," the visitor said. "And do you want me to keep on
helping your Aunt Sara teach you how to be a nice girl and always do the
right thing?"
"I..." He made himself say it. "Yes, Aunt Kate. I want you to help
her as much as the both of you think is necessary."
"There you go," his wife said with sneering satisfaction. "This is a
wonderful start. And Kate and I will keep trying until you get it
right, Barbie. Not matter how long it takes."
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