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I have been a frequent visitor to this site over the years and just love a lot of the fiction that is here Looking for constructive criticism. If you are only going to hate, keep it to yourself. Disclaimer: All standard stuff applies. This is a fiction story. If you cannot tell the differences, do not read it. I do not condone any of these things happening in real life. Also, if you do anything like this in real life to real people, you should be shot. Other than that, hope you enjoy Hi, my name is Lewis. This my story, well it all started when I was 15. I was always skinny and slight for my age at 5' 5' and 100 pounds with long blonde hair that my mother loved. My face was elfish with blue eyes. Dad took off a long time ago, and Mom worked long hours just to keep food on the table. I was the middle child with two older sister's Missy, Jen, and one younger Kimberly. Missy was 19 with short black hair around 5" 2' and 100pds, she moved out about eight months ago after her, and my mom had a huge fight. We have not heard from her since I miss her, but I have not able to find out where she has gone. Missy was a snob to me, and we did not hang out much. Jen has always been the nicest to me, but even she had a mean streak sometimes. Jen was a year older than I was; she and I played a lot more often growing up. Jen had long blonde hair and big breasts. At 5"6' she had a body that drove all the boys crazy, but she was a good girl and never even had a boyfriend until recently. Now she does not even say hi to me. She and I had the same long blonde hair and bright blue eye color. We wore the same size clothes. I would frequently find here in my room stealing some of my t- shirts. Kim was only 12 years old and a huge brat. She always got her way in everything and threw fits if she did not. She had flaming red hair, and when it was not in pigtails, it was just a mess. With ice blue eyes, she was brilliant. Some people started to say she was gifted. She had skipped a few grades and was in the same class as me. We had different friends, and she hated me any other time. she always walked home from school with me and belittled and bossed me around. She always just told me what to do, and I just did them. I was used to being picked and bossed around because of my sisters was always doing it, and sometimes they would gang up on me. So on the way home from school one snowy cold day. It was no big surprise when Big Jim came over and started giving me a hard time. Jim was 20 years old, he was held back a few times due to bad grades, and now he was in his second year as a senior. The Football coach did not mind because Jim was a huge person. At 6' 2' and 250 pounds of healthy muscle, he was the school's prized linebacker that just smashed his way through the defence. However, that was not how he got his nickname. It was the rumoured that he had a baseball bat for a schlong. He usually just pushes me around a little. He would take what little money I had and leave me alone. Today he was feeling exceptionally mean. He walked right up to me and slugged me in the stomach, which knocked the air right out of me. I went to the ground grabbing my stomach. Within a blink of an eye, he had my wallet, stood back up, and started laughing. "You're a little bitch aren't you, you will never be a man like me," he stated with venom in his voice. Opening my wallet, he took my last 5 dollars that I needed for lunch for the week. I tried to get up to protest but before I got to my feet. He gave me a swift kick to the ribs which sent me right back down on my side. Still laughing he unzipped his pants, pulled his dick out, and began to piss all over me. I was amazed how big it was. I had to be as long as my arm and thicker than my wrist. I just cringed and started to cry as the warm liquid began to soak into my clothes. He looked at me and smiled. "I know you just loved looking at my cock. You will get your wallet back when you get to my house in an hour. You know where it is at; now get your ass moving. And if you're late I will beat your ass every day for a month." He followed this with another kick to the ribs. I lay on the ground for about 20 minutes, I finally picked myself up and walked the rest of the way home feeling soaking wet and stinking of piss. When I got close to my house, I noticed my mother car in the driveway she was never back from work this earlier. I walked up to my front door and heard my mother yelling. Therefore, I walked around the side of the house and saw through our kitchen bay window that my mother was walking around screaming about something, while my sister Jenn sat at the kitchen table and cried. There was some sort of little plastic stick in front of her. I knew that by the way my mother screaming that it was not a good time to enter the house. Since my dad left, life had been hard on her. She was always a strict woman, but the last two years she had started abusing us more and for more minor things. I start out slaps to the face but quickly escalated to full-on closed hand punches and paddling. She was especially hard on Kim. She would get home from work and just go crazy on the little girl making her do all this crazy humiliating stuff. Like, have her dress in an old school uniform that was when she was in the 4th grade, so it was three sizes too small and make her stand in the corner for an hour before Paddling her and record the whole thing on video. I took my fair share of blows also but I knew enough to stay clear and what not to do. As I watch from outside the window, I saw my mother just lose it entirely and punch my sister right in the face. The punch knocked my sister straight off the chair onto the floor. Mom did not stop there; she climbed on top of my sister with her butt on Jenn's face and continued to punch her in the stomach over and over. It almost looked like after every punch my mother started to smile more and more. I knew that if I walked in the house or interfered with her I would get a lot of the same and it would be especially rough if I told her I lost my wallet. I once tried to call the police on her, but the officer came to the door talked to my mother for a little. She smiled and touched his crouch, and he left quickly. It was not worth the pain I went through for doing it. After she closed the door, she called me into the living room and in front of my sisters paddled my ass. Mom then made me sleep in a cramped dog cage for three nights just to make sure I listened. I walked around the back of the house, and I started to notice how cold it was, the piss was cooling off, and the sun had dropped. I had to get out of the wet clothes. The piss had started to freeze, and I did not want to get hypothermia. I went to the garage where the laundry room was and looked around for a change of clothes all that was in the dryer was a pair of Jenn's garments. I did not have much time to get to Jim's place, so I stripped naked and threw my clothes in the washer. I grabbed a pair of my sister panties from the dryer and realized they were thongs. "Shit," I thought to myself. I just will have to go commando. I looked for another item that would work, but all that was available was a skirt and top. I put them on and realized that it was Jenn's green cheerleading uniform. The top showed off my midriff, and the skirt barely covered my ass. "Fuck Me." I knew I was fucked, and my balls were starting to hurt from the cold. I grabbed the pair of thongs, pulled up my legs, and tucked myself into them. I was not huge in the cock and ball department the silky material barely covered them. While the thongs provided some protection to the balls, the back portion sat in my ass crack and rubbed my asshole with every movement. I put on a couple of her ankle socks with white lace edging and my white shoes back on. I picked up my coat that had frozen into a solid block of ice, so I discarded it and went outside. I was so scared when I first stepped outside. I could not go into the house dressed this way, and I had to get my wallet back. However, for some reason, I was getting a small erection. I was confused why. I know I looked just like my sister now, if you did not look too closely. The rubbing of the thong on my butt hole was stimulating, and the tight restriction of the triangle cloth in the front was like a gentle caress with every step. I know that all the boys loved my sister in her cheerleader outfit. I felt sexy dressed like this, but I knew that I should not feel that way. I needed to be focused on the task at hand, and that was getting my wallet back first. Then I would deal with all the rest later. It was just getting dark, and I had to go six blocks in 5 minutes. So I start to jog. I could not believe how I must have looked running down the street like a cheerleader late for tryouts. By the fifth block, I was breathing heavy and sweating profusely. Jim house was down was at the end 6th block. I did not have a plan I just knew that I had to get my wallet back and avoid facing my mother wrath. I ran up his stairs to his front porch and knocked on his door. He did not answer, so I tried again. The sweat was starting to freeze, and I was flushed from the cold. He answered the door by cracking it slightly and looked out and said, "Jenn what are you doing here? Did you tell your mom?" I lowered my head and replied in a soft voice with, "I'm here for my wallet." I saw him freeze for a second then he started to laugh. After a few second, he looked at me and said, "Get your little ass in here." I looked at him and said, "No." "Ok, stay outside then" he closed the door and looked at me through the window. By now, it was full dark, and it was really really cold, I could not walk back to the house empty-handed. So I knocked again on the door, he just smiled through the window and switched on the porch light. Now I was fully exposed and in plain view. I knocked again more urgently due to fear of discovery. I saw him mouth one word. Beg "Please, Jim let me in," I pleaded I had lost feeling in my toes and fingers were blue along with my lips. I had stopped shivering and started shaking. I started to plead now. "Please let me in. It is so cold. Please let me in." I began to cry, both out of fear of freezing on his porch and emotional stress due to the state I was dressed. He just smiles and holds up a camera. My heart sank. He just lifted it up and took a picture. He signalled for me to turn around. So I did. He took another picture. He mouthed to spread my feet, and when I did, he snapped several more. I guess he took pity on me and opened the door. I walked in As soon as he closed the door, he spanked my ass hard. I stumbled forward a few step from it. I stood in the middle of his living room head down, crying and shaking out of fear now more than cold. He walked and sat down on the couch still smiling at me. "I see you dressed up for me. You are a little bitch aren't you?" "I just want my wallet back," I whispered. "Ok, you Just have to model for me." "You already got pictures of me," I countered. "No, I want more." he retorted "Will you give it to me?" I asked "Sure, But you are 2 minutes late so you will model, then get disciplined, then you can go with your wallet." "Ok tell me what you want me to do," I barely squeaked out. He stood up and directed me to poses in a variety of position while he walked around me and took pictures. He had me bend over some more and lift my skirt to show thong off. There was some of me trying to do splits and some of me with my finger in my mouth while on my hands and knees there were even some with me on my back with my legs spread, toes straight pointing in the air while I held my heels this had me in a modified sit up position. After about an hour, he told me to stop, got out a video camera, and announced it was my time for my discipline. "What are you going to do?" I stammered. He reached around the couch and pulled out a large wooden paddle. It had three notches on it already I wondered who had felt this paddle before "Usually I give out 50 swats to the ass for each minute you're late. Since you were 2 minutes late that a hundred strokes." At the sound of this, I started to cry again. I knew I could not take that many from him without dying. "I can't take that many," I said softly. He sat down again, looked at me, and quietly said, "Beg." I started to plead with him through my tears. "Please don't do this. Please, Jim." After about a minute he said, "You aren't even good at begging you're fucking pathetic. I have to teach you everything." "When you begging you need to be on your knees." So I got on my knees. "You have to be close and look up at the person you are in front of" So, I moved forward until I was right in front of him my face was right in front of his crotch, and I looked up. "Now you're in the right position. Try again, and you better mean it." So I begged again As I kneeled there and pleaded, a lumped in his pants grew to gigantic proportions. He said, "OK. That is a little better, but I will reduce it by half and with my hand. You better thank me for my kindness." I thanked him for his kindness and stepped away. He sat down. "Now get over my Knee." I hesitated with the shock of what he requested. I knew that being on his knee meant and I was scared. He quickly reached out, grabbed my arm, and yanked me down. My stomach was on his right knee and using his left leg he split my legs and hooked it around my left leg. He grabbed around the waist with his right arm and slowly raised my skirt with his left. I pinned down, and I could not really move. My groin was pushed hard into his right thigh. I was too shocked to do anything; my brain had shut down. I could not think about what to do to get myself out of this position. I could feel his eyes leering at my ass. The thong had wedge itself deep in between my butt checks and offered no protection. Suddenly a sharp pain radiated from my buttock. I surged forward to escape from it only to be brought short by Jim's powerful grip around my waist. I took a deep breath, and the pain happened again. Once more, I surged forward to try to escape only to be stopped short. Then the cycle continued. By ten slow strokes, I realized I had another problem. I was getting an erection. With the way, I was pinned my dick was stuck between Jim's leg and my body with the lace thong acting like a thin soft barrier, but every time I surge forward, I would rub against his leg and the soft thong. I was trying not to move on the next hit, but it only caused him to spank me harder until I was once again surging back and forth. The lace of the thong felt so good, and I could not stop rubbing against it. By 25, I was crying and sporting a hard on that could cut glass. I tried to think of other things to take my mind off my erection, but the measured pace and continuous pain defeated that. By 35, I felt like I was going to explode. At hits 36 and 37 I forced myself to stay still hoping that I would not cum. Jim laid into me for stoke 38 and 39 which force me to grind even harder onto his thigh. Number 40 was the end of it. He struck me and when I moved forward. I climaxed. I did not care about anything else but cumming. It felt like it lasted an hour and there was no fluid left in my body. I quaked from the intensity of it. I even ground my hips into his thigh without any blows coming down on my buttocks. If the strangled cry did not let Jim know what had transpired then, the sizeable wet stop did. It took a few seconds for me to catch my breath and recover. I started to come down from my high, the shame began to set in, and I knew Jim would ridicule me. I would not be able to look at him again; here I was draped over his knee dressed like a cheerleader and just having got off on him giving me a spanking. I was some pervert. That when I heard Jim say, "You're not done yet." He started the spanking again. After, the first one my erection that had never really deflated was right back just as hard as ever. At number 45, I was one edge again trying not to cum again. At 49, I was so close that I did not care about anything. Jim hit me for 50, and I was right there on the brink. I just needed the last hit to take me over the edge. He had stopped at 50; I need to climax, I needed one more to help me to get over the edge. I was grinding hard against his leg, but it was not enough. I could not get to the peak, and then I heard Jim say in my ear softly, "Just ask." So I did, I asked nicely, and then I started to plead. I was still grinding on his thigh. I wanted that last hit, like a druggy needs a fix. Then he spanked me the hardest yet. I had thought that the previous climax was intense. This one was like the heavens opened and God had touched me. It was a full volcano eruption. I was pretty sure that I had blacked out for a second from cumming so hard. When I came to, I was laying on the floor my thong was soaking wet, and Jim was there filming with a big smile on his face. I knew I was majorly screwed. I had forgotten about the camera he had videotaped the whole thing. He had the final shot of my tears pouring down my face from the shame. I was not even able to look at the camera. He said, "You did good sissy, but it time for you to go home." I stood up. I could not lift my head because of the disgust. My thong was soaking wet. I followed him to his car like a zombie just putting one foot in front of the other. I followed him to the back of his truck he pulled down the tailgate and opened the crew toolbox taking out a bunch of stuff and placing it in the bed of the truck. I waited with my head down, arms at my side feeling the cum starting to freeze on my thong making my balls shrink even more. When he was done moving stuff, He looked at me with that grin and told me to get in. I slowly and stepped up on to the tailgate. Wedged myself in the crew box, he shut the top, and I heard the lock click shut. He had locked me in the crew box. I do not know why but I had a feeling if it were not so cold I would have gotten another erection. It was cold but not as cold as being outside and the box was pretty dark except for the little light coming in a few old rust holes. The truck started up, and after being tossed around a few minutes I heard it stop, and he let me out. I stepped off the back of the truck and stood in the ankle high snow in front of my house. He handed me my wallet; I did not even lift my head. Without saying a word, he left me standing there in the snow and drove off. Now it was time to get in my house. Chapter 2 Standing in the dark outside my house, I felt so ashamed and confused, How did this happen to me how did a simple spanking cause he to have such a reaction. I didn't know what it all meant. I let out a choked sob and squatted down to cry. It took a few minutes to pull any of my thoughts together. But it was enough time for the deep cold to set in. My lips were blue, and I was shivering. The cum on the panties was already frozen make my dick retract in further. The wind was blowing my skirt up and showing off my the thong in my ass. I could go back to the laundry room. The room would protect me from the elements, but it was not heated. I would just freeze in a different spot that is all. I walked to the front door and tried to open it. It was locked. If I tried the doorbell, it would alert mom to my presence and incur her wrath. I came up with an idea I walked to the opposite side of my house and crossed into the side yard. I had to navigate a knee-high snow drift that made me lose all feeling in my feet. I looked at the second story window and thanked God that Kim's light was on. That meant she was in her room. I scooped up some snow and with the painfully frozen finger. I made a snowball and tossed it at her window. I missed, and it took several tries before I hit directly enough that it got her attention. She appeared at the window and looking confused until she saw me standing in the snow. She looked surprised and opened the window to stick her head out. "what are you doing out there," she called between giggles. "Can you please let me in. " I yelled back. Wait I will get mom. she said No No NO please don't get her If she catches me like this, she will beat my ass. Just open the front door and let me in. She disappeared from the window, and I proceeded to the front door. I heard the door unlock and tried to push in, but the security chain stopped me. Kims face appeared in the crack. With a small grin, she gave me an ultimatum. "I will let you in the house, but you have to promise me that you will play with me any game that I want when I want". What choice did I have? I gave in a lot faster then I did on Jim's porch. I quickly nodded yes. She opened the door fully. I quickly slid inside. Once I was entirely inside, She was grinning like a cat with a fish. "You look so cute." she giggled. "thank you so much for letting me in" I whispered due to still being still half frozen. She looked me over and noticed the cum stain on the front of the short skirt. Staring at it quizzically she pointed at it. what is that she asked? "nothing, I just spilled some juice," I replied "It doesn't look like juice." "well, I need to get changed"I moved to go up the stairs. She followed right behind me after I was halfway up to the second floor. Kim let out a laugh "are you wearing a thong? O my god you are. I can't believe it. I want to see. " I bolted up the rest of the stair and headed into the bathroom. Closing the door quickly behind, I took off the cheerleader outfit and put it in the sink with some water thinking it would help get out the stains. I turn on the hot water to have a bath. I figured the water would be the fastest way to get warm while the uniform soaked. I jumped in the warm shower and examined myself for injury. While my body was a rosy red and my toes looked swollen nothing seem damaged. The bathroom had already steamed up. The warm water felt so good against my skin, It quickly restoring any loss of feeling in my limbs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth. My mind involuntary went back to being over Jim's knee and the way it felt when he was spanking me. I felt ashamed and scared of what he might do tomorrow when I saw him at school. My mind started to imagine scenarios that he would make me do. Would he force me to wear the uniform again and drive me around town for everyone to see? Would he make me wear a maids outfit and clean his house? Would he spank and piss on me again? The warm water and imagining what my future may hold brought about another erection. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stroked my self into climaxing again. Once again the shame set in and I began to cry. After a few minutes, I pulled myself together and got out of the tub dried myself off and realized that I had no other clothes in the bathroom. I wrung out the uniform and wrapped a towel around myself. When I opened the door to the bathroom there stood Kim. Kim smiled at me like a cat that just ate the family goldfish. I pushed past her and raced to my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I dropped the towel and uniform into the laundry basket and went to my dresser for clothes. I opened my drawers for my underwear and found that all of my boy clothes were gone. In its place was a pair of satin pick ruffled underwear that Jen had worn as part of a Halloween costume a few year back. I opened another drawer, and all the other drawers were empty. When I went to my closet and looked nothing was there except a pink unicorn girl's long nightshirt. I heard her giggling from the other side of the door. I had no choice either confront Kim naked or confront her wearing a pink unicorn nightshirt. I quickly downed the nightshirt and noticed that it came only to mid-thigh. I swung around and yanked open my bedroom door. There stood Kim with her had over her mouth suppressing a giggle. "give me back my clothes" I demanded. with a flat tone, she simply replied "No." "Give them to me now, or I'm going to tell mom" I shouted and made to grab her. With the quickness of a cat, she pounced and next thing I knew I was on the ground in a painful armbar with her foot on my face. Her expression never changed from the smile. "I guess that you forgot brother that I'm on the Judo team at school. Mom is out with Jen and Jen is in big trouble. When Moms get home, she will normally beat both our asses with the mood she is in, but with the video, she will focus just on you." She leaned in and put more little pressure on my arm which translated to a lot more pain in my elbow and shoulder. "Now, you said that you would play any game I want when I want and it starts right now. For the rest of the night, I want you to play with me like you are a girl from school and I have invited you for a sleepover." I knew that Kim had a problem making friends because she was so smart and skipped a few grades. She was to smart for the girls in her age, and the older girls in her current classes that were already developed didn't want anything to do with her. I didn't think that she needs a friend that badly that she would force her brother to play a girl. " do you understand" as she ground her toes into the side of my head "do you understand" she repeated. "Yes, I understand" I choked out. She eased off the armbar and allowed me to sit up. I rubbed my sore arm and shoulder. This day was getting worse and worse. "now go and get your pink underwear on and I will pick out a bra for you. I will kick your ass if you don't and show mom the video. " I was shocked for a second. "what video?" I stuttered out "We got one of those new internet doorbells, the moment you walked up to the front door it started to record because of the motion activation feature. I already download the video and reset the time stamp. Mom doesn't have to know. Just play and pretend with me. Meet me in my room in five minutes." she stated with that same smile plastered on her face. I knew that I was screwed again. I had to play along. I went back to my room and put on the ruffled underwear and headed out to Kim's room once again mortified and dressed as a girl. It wasn't so bad, the next few hour we played with dolls and watched a movie. She talked the whole time about everything from hair to boys and who she thought that was cute at school. She painted my nails and toenails pink and combed my hair into a more girly look. I was just a massive doll for her to play with and dress. Toward the end of the evening when it was close to time to sleep her conversation start to turn slightly darker. She talked the ways mom would punish her. Things like paddling and something about leather outfits and a suspended hogtie. I was only half listening. I liked being her dolly. The emotion of the day had taken a toll on me. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up the next day in her bed still dressed as a little girl. I woke Kim up, and she thanked me for such a fun night. I asked for my clothes back. "Head back to your room I put some out for you." As I went to get out of her bed, I notice that I had another erection. I must have gotten night wood. Kim saw it and laughed "Looks like you really like your new outfit just wait till tonight my new dolly," she said The embarrassment made my erection go away in seconds. I raced to my room so confused about yesterday I enjoyed the time with Kim and the clothes. I didn't even mind the nail polish. I got a warm feeling and a smile when I thought about my time with Jim. I hated myself for liking it so much and the fact that I had cum and once but twice made me feel even worse. I didn't know what to feel or think, so I put it out of my mind and focus on getting to school. I saw a regulation boys school uniform on my bed, but there was no new boys underwear just a pair of white satin girls underwear with a pretty pink bow in the front. I took off my pink nightgown and ruffled underwear and putting on all the new items. After, getting dressed, I became acutely aware of the satin underwear against my skin under my school pants. I knew that I was going to get an erection quickly from them. I heard mom moving around downstairs. I walked to the top of the stairs and took stock of my day might bring. I had to get past breakfast with mom then get around school without seeing Jim all the while wearing satin girls underwear and pink nail polish. I felt my penis start to tent against the satin and knew it was going to be another bad day. I hope you enjoyed it there may be a part two if I get enough good response. I like to place Lewis in Positions where he has to choose two evils, and neither of them is good for him and only force him down a darker path.