The Punishment chapters 29 Epilog
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Frank turned on his high heels and as the hem of his dress swirled
around his stocking clad legs, he traced an all too familiar route down
to the end of the hall. It was hardly the first time he heard his high
heels clatter on the floor as he made his way to full length mirror
there. He had done it many, many times before.
Now, as he walked, he knew that dressing up was no longer his secret
pleasure. He had grown to crave the excitement that coursed through
him when he dressed in his mother's and his sister's clothes. It was
such a delicious, guilty pleasure. Just thinking about it made his
cock twitch and swell. He loved the feel of his cock and balls bulging
in panties. He adored the feel of soft and silky women's clothes
against his skin. And, oh yes, how he loved to see himself all dressed
up as he preened in front of this same mirror.
It seemed like years ago that his mother finally caught him dressed.
But it was only just a few weeks past when she came home early to find
him in heels and hose, a skirt and a top. Now everything was
different.
And as he approached the mirror he was flushed pink with embarrassment.
It was all wrong now, it was no secret at all. His mother knew
everything. And so did her new friend Valerie Paine. Frank shuddered
and recalled his burning red-faced shame and the hot wet tears in his
eyes as he stood in the lingerie department of the store. His mother
had forced him to go there, told the store clerk Ms. Paine all about
his dressing up, and then he had to shop for panties and bras and
stockings.
Frank shook his head and stood silently in front of the floor length
mirror. He stared for a moment at his beautiful make-up and brushed
his long hair back from the side of his face. He stepped back from the
mirror to see himself from head to toe and now he cringed at the sight.
Head to toe, he reminded himself, that's what his mother had said. He
was going to be dressed from head to toe. And then she had done it to
him. She and Valerie had dressed him in everything he was wearing.
Frank took a half turn in front of the mirror to get a good look at the
dress he was wearing. It was a deep lavender, soft, almost filmy dress
splashed with a bold floral pattern. Exquisitely feminine. The two
women were gleeful as they put the dress on him, draping it near the
floor, making him take dainty steps in his high heels so they could
slide it up his smooth legs,threading his slender arms through the
wispy little scalloped sleeves, settling it just so on his padded out
chest, nipping the dress at the waist, pulling the zipper closed, and
then tugging here and there as they primped him.
His hand went to the sweetheart neckline of the dress. He stared at
the outline of the bra he was wearing. The two women had chuckled to
see the deep lavender bra with it's overlay of lace and it's black
ribbon accents outlined through the thin material of the dress. Now
Frank saw it too. They had made him wear the bra. He put it on while
they watched him, he put in the breast forms they gave him, and then he
adjusted it to fit just right. They watched it all.
Frank lowered his hand to lift the hem of his dress. He caught sight of
the welt of his stockings and the lavender tabs of his garter belt. The
two women had made him wear the garter belt, too. Then, his mother had
handed him the stockings, told him to be careful not to run them, and
then she watched him carefully. Frank remembered looking up at her as
he gently rolled one stocking into a doughnut shape. He saw her nod in
approval as he pointed his painted toes and eased the silky hose onto
his foot, up over his ankle and then slowly up his smooth shaved leg.
Valerie had smiled wickedly as he tugged his garters into place and
then she ran her hands gently up his hosiery sheathed legs.
Frank glanced down his long smooth legs and turned again in the mirror
to get a better look at the strappy high-heeled sandals he wore. So
delicate, he thought for moment, and so perfect with this dress. A
gift from Ms. Paine. Frank remembered how his mother fussed over his
heels. She had made him thank Valerie profusely and he remembered too
with a fleeting smile that played across his lips, that these were,
indeed, his own very first pair of high heels.
He lifted the hem of his filmy dress higher still and caught a glimpse
of the ruffled panties he was wearing. They were deep lavender, sateen
panties, covered with rows of lace and all trimmed out with a black
ribbon and bow. His mother had made him wear panties too, panties that
matched his bra and garter belt. The same panties Ms. Paine had
dangled before his teary eyes as he stood humiliated in the store.
Frank slipped his free hand under his dress to gently stroke his now
swollen dick through his panties and instead felt the panty liner
there. He cringed at the reminder. Valerie Paine had pulled down his
panties, exposed his rampant cock, and put the panty liner in place.
His mother, Lisa, had heartily approved. And then the two women
listened to every halting word that he uttered. Oh, yes, they knew.
They knew. He told them it was so. He told them both. He told them
he got so excited when he was dressed that he could not help it; he
just came like a fountain in his panties.
Frank's shoulders sagged, and he was immediately reminded of the butt
plug pushed deep past the little pink rosebud of his ass. He
straightened up quickly. They had done that to him too, he thought
with real anguish. They had slipped the well lubed plug past his
quivering cheeks and he had squealed with unmistakable pleasure. They
knew about that too.
He shook his head remorsefully and cast one more look at the mirror
before pivoting on his high heels and taking the short strides into his
own bedroom. His mother's words echoed in his head. "Now honey," she
had said, "You've had such a big day. I'm sure you're tired. So, you
just go to your room and get dressed for bed Frankie dear. Hang up
your dress and put your shoes in the closet. You can hand-wash all
your hose and lingerie tomorrow. When you're ready, come and say good
night."
He wasn't surprised at all when he saw the night clothes in his room.
A little shortie bed jacket with sheer, billowing, three-quarter
sleeves, a lace crusted bodice and a wide white satin ribbon was
carefully spread on his bed. Next to it was a white lace full cup bra.
He trembled at the sight of the jacket and bra. The memory of the last
time he had worn both of the utterly feminine garments washed over him
and stirred his cock. And beside it all was a sheer, white, sleeveless
nightgown with a wisp of lace dripping from the hem hanging over the
edge of his bed. It dangled down to the floor over a pair of white
satin kitten heel mules with a tuft of marabou feathers above the open
toe.
Frank eased unto the bed beside all the lovely lingerie and ran the
satin bow of the bed jacket through his fingertips. He crossed his legs
and reached down his smooth nylon covered legs to carefully unfasten
the buckle on first one high heel, and then the other. He eased the
heels off his stocking covered feet. He rose gracefully from his bed
and stopped to gaze once more in the mirror.
He stepped lightly to the closet, opened the door and placed his high
heels gently on the floor. He took down a hanger and in a single
motion tossed it behind him towards the bed. In a moment more he had
unzipped his dress. He drew his arms through the little scallop
sleeves, eased the bodice over his padded breast and shimmied the dress
down over his garter belt, past his lace layered panties and down his
smooth legs. The dress almost dripped from his fingertips as he
finally slipped it off. In a moment more it was on the hanger. He
roughly pushed aside trousers and shirts hanging in his closet to make
a wide space where he hung his dress.
He glided across the floor and sank down to the edge of his bed. Once
again he felt the plug clinched in his ass and he squirmed there for a
moment before lifting both legs and pulling off his panties, sliding
them down his silky smooth nylon covered legs and kicking them off his
feet. He tossed aside the panty liner that tumbled from his panties
and then shivered with delight as he ran his hands slowly back up his
long stocking clad legs. With sure fingers he unfastened the garter
tabs at the tops of his thighs. Then he raised one long lean leg and,
again, the other, to loosen the other garter snaps. With gentle
fingertips, Frank carefully tugged one stocking down his soft thigh,
rolled it easily over his knee, slowly eased the filmy garment over his
shapely calf, past his ankle and with the tips of his fingers tugged it
off his painted toes. He tossed the warm sagging stocking to one side.
In a moment more he had gently tugged off the other stocking and stood
up once more.
The garter belt he wore, with its ribbons and layers of lace, was
useless now. The garter straps dangled on his smooth thighs and fell
limp across the smooth round checks of his ass. He twisted it round
and had it unfastened in less time than it takes to tell. He let it
fall to the floor.
With another step forward, he strode to face the mirror over the
dresser in his room. He leaned forward and took in the vision of a
smiling young woman wearing a lovely full cup bra, crusted with deep
lavender lace and trimmed out with black ribbon and a delicate black
bow. He was lost in the vision and he locked eyes with the beautiful
face smiling back at him even as he reached behind to unfasten his bra.
The lacy confection tumbled forward as the straps slipped off his slim
shoulders. He caught the padded cups in his hands and clutching them
gently, lowered the padded-out brad from his flat chest.
He was naked now and he stared hard at the image in his mirror. A
beautiful girl with a lovely complexion, gently rouged cheeks, full
lips, and smoky eyes looked back at him. The mascara he wore darkened
and lengthened his eye lashes and as a trace of a smile played across
his painted lips, the girl in the mirror smiled back, batted her eyes
and lowered her gaze.
He saw a young man's smooth, flat chest and he shuddered. It just
could not be happening he thought. A beautiful woman's face on a man.
He turned from the mirror and quickly snatched up the white, lace
covered brassiere and the soft foam inserts. He clipped the band of
the bra across his flat and hairless chest and with nimble fingers he
moved the clasp to the middle of his back, threaded his lithe arms
through the straps of the bra and settled its cups over his now
quivering nipples. In a moment more he had filled the cups with the
inserts, used both hands to lift and adjust the cups, and then as he
turned to the mirror, he adjusted the straps, so the bra fit perfectly.
He turned first to the left and then to the right to see his breast in
profile. And now, from the waist up the image in the mirror was
completely feminine.
Frank smiled at the girl in the mirror and she smiled back. Turning
his back to the mirror, Frank gently lifted the sheer nightgown from
the bed. He held it by its thin straps and let it float in front of
his chest. He turned ever so slowly and peeked at the mirror. The
smiling girl he saw there nodded. In one smooth motion, Frank lifted
the sheer white film over his head, threaded his arms through the
straps and wriggled his shoulders to ease gown over his padded breast.
With nimble fingers he tugged the filmy nightie down past his waist,
let it fall gently past his knees and float down his smooth legs as it
fell past his ankles and played across the tops of his feet.
Frank eased himself down on the edge of his bed and gasped as the sheer
fabric of the nightgown tented over his aching cock. He squirmed for a
moment with the plug in his bottom and then settled himself and reached
down for one of the white mules with the kitten heel. He slipped it on
his foot and watched as his pretty painted toes emerged dusted by the
tuft of marabou there. He eased on the other mule and stood up quickly
to settle both slippers on his feet. He was surprised they were so
comfortable, and he took a few graceful steps around his room, grateful
that for the first time in hours he was not walking in high heels.
He reached with trembling hands to gather up the bed jacket. It was
soft and he easily slipped first one arm and then the next through the
sheer white billowing sleeves. Frank turned again to the mirror and
tugged the lace covered bodice of the bed jacket over his padded
breasts and settled it in place. He gathered up the wide satin ribbon
that dangled from either side of the jacket and tied it in a loopy bow
just under his bosom. He glanced in the mirror and a breathy gasp
passed his painted lips. The lace of the bed jacket and the wide satin
bow made his bosom seem fuller and his profile as he stared in the
mirror reflected back was that of an attractive and shapely young
woman. All traces of Frank were gone now, and Frankie smiled at his
feminine reflection.
He turned on his heels and retraced his steps down the hallway to the
living room. He would say his good nights to both his mother and to
Valerie and then, he thought, he would have his bedroom all to himself.
The tip of his thick and stiff cock brushed against the nylon nightgown
and sent a shiver of anticipated delight right through him. Oh yes, he
thought, soon enough he would enjoy again his special time, his dress-
up time...
Frankie gasped and the little clack of the kitten heels on the floor
died off with one last echo. He threw a hand to his padded breast and
stared straight ahead with his painted lips frozen open in surprise.
His mother was sitting on a corner of the couch with her head thrown
back and her legs spread wide. The soles of her high heels were
pressed down on the edge of the coffee table and her long stocking clad
legs were bent at the knees. Valerie had one hand jammed deep in Lisa's
panties and her lips firmly planted over the nipple of one of Lisa's
lovely breasts.
Lisa's eyes flickered open and she caught sight of her stepson in the
filmy negligee. She stared at him for a moment and then gently eased
Valerie's hand away.
"Well, Valerie," Lisa said breathlessly, "it seems we have company.
Darling Frankie is back. And look how pretty he is. See. He's all
dressed up again. I knew he would wear everything I put out for him."
Lisa laughed quietly into the back of her hand.
Valerie looked up and nodded in Frankie's direction. "Come on over
here honey," she said coyly, "let's get a good look at you all prettied
up and ready to be taken to bed."
Frankie edged forward, painfully aware that the sheer nylon fabric of
the nightgown was tented by his hard-on. The soft fabric swirled
around his smooth legs and his little kitten heels made tiny taps as he
moved across the floor. He stood at the edge of the coffee table and
looked at both Lisa and Valerie. The two women, in turn, looked him
over from head to toe.
"Those little bedroom slippers are just adorable on him," Valerie said.
She eased herself up off the couch and leaned forward to toy with the
satin ribbons of the bow knotted beneath his padded breast. "And that
nightgown and bed jacket, why it just does so much for his figure.
You'll simply have to get him more nighties to wear, Lisa."
Lisa nodded. "Yes, maybe some little baby doll nighties. Oh, and
matching slippers too. He's just so darling and girly like this. I
love it. Ohh, and I'm sure Frankie does, too. Don't you sweetie? Don't
you just love being all dressed up like a girl, even when it's time for
bed?"
Frankie knew what he was expected to say and he nodded. "Yes, yes,
thank you mother for letting me wear your nightgown... " He felt a new
flush of humiliation flash hot across his cheeks and the back of his
neck. "... and for letting me wear the bed jacket and these pretty
slippers. Oh, I am all dressed up for bed now aren't I mother? So,
so, I can go to bed now. I mean, I'm ready for bed."
Valerie let the bow fall from her fingertips and dropped her hand to
the peak of nylon draping the now quivering young man's erection. "Oh,
he looks girly all right, except for one little thing... " Valerie
pinched the head of his now straining cock between folds of nylon
fabric. "... but he's definitely ready to be taken to bed." The two
women smiled at one another and laughed again.
Valerie took Frankie by the hand and led him back down the hallway.
"Now you just go on ahead sweetie and I'll be right back with something
extra special. I just know you're going to love it," she said as ran
her hand across his behind.
Frankie walked into his room and wondered what more could happen to him
that night. It was more than just dressing him up in women's clothes.
The bras, the panties, the stockings and even his new dress and high
heels, all of that he somehow understood was part of his punishment.
And the make-up, that too, was part of it. After all, his mother had
told him she would decide what he was to wear and that he would be
dressed from head to toe. He would have to do it right in front of her
thirty times. A month of days she had said. His punishment for
sneaking behind her back to try on her clothes, his sister's clothes.
He shook his head ruefully and choked back a sob.
But it was more than that now. His mother had shamed him in the
lingerie store. Worse still, she had invited the sales woman at the
store to come to his home and see him dressed. Valerie Paine and his
mother had dressed him. They had watched him get dressed. Frankie
shuddered. Dressing him was not enough. They made him put on a show
for them, a private fashion show. They styled his hair and did his
make-up. They delighted in finding ways to humiliate him. And then
they made him walk down an imaginary runway, wearing stockings and high
heels turning this way and that way, posing just right to show off the
lingerie he was wearing. They took pictures of him.
It was all too much, there was nothing he could do to hide his swollen
cock. The silky stockings, the soft fabrics, to oh-so feminine
lingerie betrayed him every time. They knew all about it now. They
knew he wet his panties with cum when he got dressed. Oh, and then
they made him use a panty liner. He remembered with a new wave of hot
shame how fiercely that embarrassed him.
He lifted his head and stared again in the mirror at the beautiful girl
that stared intently back at him. He was standing that way when Valerie
came into his room. She eased in behind him and he only became aware of
her when she too was reflected in the mirror.
"Yes, you little darling," she said softly into his ear, "you love
looking at yourself all dressed up. And you really should, too.
Because you're so pretty when you're all dressed up. Yes, you are.
You're so pretty when you wear all your lovely lingerie and your
beautiful dresses. And now you're just the prettiest boy all dressed
up for bed."
Valerie reach around him and stroked his cock through the soft fabric
of the nightgown he wore. She pressed her ample and naked breasts into
his back and leaned into him. He found himself bending forward and
reached out his hands to steady himself on the edge of the dresser
tucked beneath the mirror.
"Just stay right there, just like that," Valerie said as she
straightened up and stood behind him. "Look at yourself. You love to
do it." Valerie drew her hands across the nightgown and began to slide
it up over his behind. The soft fabric melted into her hands and
Frankie felt cool air on his smooth bare legs. Valerie leaned forward
again and ran an open palm across the cheek of his behind and then she
closed her hand and cupped it more tightly. Frankie groaned softly and
at that moment felt the butt plug loosening and then slipping out of
his ass.
"Ohh, you're nice and loose now, honey," Valerie whispered as she
leaned over him. Frankie stared at the mirror and let out a soft
contented moan. "Such a perfect little pussy ass boy all dressed up so
pretty. Yes, yes, a perfect pussy ass."
Valerie straightened up a bit and Frankie saw a blurry object come into
view in the mirror as Valerie leaned forward once again. Valerie held
up the small dildo. It was a flesh colored, veined with a knobby head
that made it look like an erect circumcised penis. Valerie held it up
in the mirror where Frankie could just see it, and she used her free
hand to push down purposefully on the small of his back. Even with the
low kitten heels on, Frankie teetered forward a bit more and to keep
his balance he spread his legs and shifted his weight to his
outstretched palms. Valerie pushed harder still.
Frankie felt the tip of the cool slick dildo on his anus and he
flinched and moaned deeply as Valerie slid the knobby head into his
stretched ass. "Yes, yes," she said as he slipped it in, "nice first
dildo in your pussy ass." She slipped it out a bit and then slipped it
in again. "Pussy ass boy all dressed up nice and pretty. Anytime you
want, you can trade up for the real thing all you have to do is dress
up just like this."
Valerie slid the dildo in and out slowly and watched as Frankie began
to writhe in pleasure. She smiled, took her hand off the dildo and
watched in the mirror as a frown passed over the cross-dressed
Frankie's face. She leaned forward once again and whispered to him,
"Oh, little dress up doll pussy boy, you know how this works now. Go
ahead, you can do it yourself. You know you want to do it. Why, you
got all dressed up so you could do it. You just love being all dressed
up, so you can do it."
Valerie turned and walked away. As she left she looked peeked back
over her shoulder, just in time to see Frankie reach behind himself
with one hand and push the dildo deeper between the quivering cheeks of
his ass.
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