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Initiated into the triple C club part 2
Having read the reviews a couple of apologies. As it was my first story
posted here I incorrectly failed to make clear that the story was not
complete and that I intend to add to it. Further the X rating is in
respect to the complete story rather than each chapter. Thanks for your
reviews. Its what has inspired me to press on with this tale
Chapter 2
Before they left the annex, Amanda gathered up a selection of dresses
other accessories carefully packing them in the large leather holdall she
had seen at the bottom of the wardrobe.
"These will do nicely for starters I think for what I've got in mind,"
mused Amanda to her daughter.
"Oh and be a dear and bring that box of photographs too," she added, "we
don't want those falling into the wrong hands do we, what ever would
people think." She laughed.
Jayne was still furious and what they had discovered and did not see any
humour in the situation at all. As the two Women made their way back from
the annexe to the main house Jayne was mentally putting together the
jigsaw of what she knew. She knew Simon was inadequate in bed and ill
equipped, she knew he was a premature ejaculator now she had discovered he
was a sissy who liked to dress up as a little girl in nappies and frilly
dresses. It was disgusting! Where was the humour in that? How could her
mother laugh? This was grounds for divorce and pre-nup or no pre-nup it
was sufficient evidence to lever a tidy sum out of Simon when she left.
She was sure that Simon would not want his lawyers knowing about his
little fetish, let alone letting them see the photos she had found.
Amanda could sense her daughter's mood. It is fair to say that other than
his wealth she had not seen anything in Simon that was worthy of her
daughter. Amanda had been pleasant to Simon on the occasions that they met
but in reality, she detested him. She had sensed that he was a wimp - a
rich privileged milksop who had inherited his wealth rather than earning
it. The sudden discovery of Simon's secret stash had both confirmed her
view of him and delivered her the perfect way to secure both her
daughter's future and her own amusement.
Once back in the living room Jayne collapsed into the luxurious sofa.
"I am not spending another night in this house Mother - I will not have
that sissy in my life another moment. To be honest I am not sure why I
don't pack my things now and leave with you. I can leave Simon a note
telling what we found - we have got the photographs. I'll tell him that
the marriage is over, but he needn't think of relying on that pre-nuptial
agreement unless he wants me to spill the beans at his precious golf club"
Amanda looked at her daughter - she could see the anger in her eyes.
"Jayne, why don't I make us a nice cup of tea. I have an idea and I think
that when you hear it you might just want to give it a try. Divorces can
be messy and expensive, even with the evidence we have. Simon might
suggest that you are blackmailing him - which of course in some ways you
are. After all, victims of blackmail get anonymity unlike the alleged
perpetrators. You might succeed in your plan, but its not without risks
and if you fail not only would you be left without money, but you could
face prison. On the other hand I have a plan, and if you let me play your
cards for you then everyone will be a winner - even Simon in that he'll
get to play his little dress up games for real. Now I will make that tea
and then explain everything."
And so, it was, when Simon returned from the golf club later that
afternoon, he was surprised to see his Mother-in-law's car still parked in
front of the house. He knew Amanda was to visit but he sensed Amanda's
dislike of him, and she usually made sure she was gone before his return.
Never mind, he thought, he had had a good time at the golf club. Even the
two old boys from his schooldays, Jonny Kershaw and Dan Black who used to
bully him had been pleasant enough. Had not Jonny made some comment about
seeing Simon in town with a stunning girl enabling Simon to quip, "That
was no girl, that's my wife," which everyone seemed to enjoy.
On hearing Simon's key in the lock Amanda turned to her daughter. "Ok,
remember what I said, leave it to me initially, but you know when to come
in?"
"Yes Mother, I can't wait to start this," replied Jayne.
Right on cue Simon called from the hall, "I'm home honey, I see your
mother is still here"
"Yes, we are in the living room," replied Jayne.
As Simon entered the living room, large smile on his face he was greeted
by Amanda and Jayne who were both standing and smiling back at Simon.
"We went exploring this afternoon Simon," Amanda started, "and we made an
amazing discovery. What do you think we found Simon? It is Simon isn't it?
Or is it? I do wonder."
Simon's smile dissolved. Unlike Amanda and Jayne's. Whilst Jayne was
doubtful about her mother's plan, she began to enjoy the performance. She
could sense Simon's concerns, his insecurity. She noticed that for the
first time there was something about Simon she rather liked, it was his
vulnerability. Here was Simon about to be exposed to his wife and mother-
in-law as the silly sissy that he was, and Jayne was enjoying his
predicament. She found it thrilling, even arousing. Poor, poor Simon she
thought. Mother was right, this was going to be fun.
"Pardon?" Simon stammered. "What do you mean? What discovery?"
Amanda reached behind the sofa and lifted up a pretty pink short dress the
arms and hem trimmed with white lace. The bodice tied with a white satin
bow.
"We found this Simon," she beamed at Simon. "Now I wonder who it belongs
too?," Its not my size, its not Jayne's size. Who do you think it fits? Eh
Simon? Do you think it fits you?"
Simon discovered two things that instance: first, you cannot die of shame,
secondly, no matter how much you wish it the ground will not open up and
swallow you.
"Well Simon? Have you got an answer for us?" taunted Amanda.
Simon began to prevaricate and bluster. "I don't know what you are talking
about Amanda. I have never seen that dress before in my life. Is this some
sort of joke. I do not find it funny. Have you two been drinking?"
With every sentence Simon's confidence was returning. His mind was
whirling but he thought he could bluster it out. Just then Jayne delivered
the killer blow.
"Oh Simon, don't lie. Here is the photograph of you wearing that pretty
pretty dress. Look we can even see your wearing frilly panties in the
photo too. And is that a dolly your holding? What's your dolly's name
Simon?"
Simon knew defeat when he saw it.
"Mummy asked you a question Simon," said Amanda, "little girls should
answer questions when their Mummy ask.s"
"And they certainly shouldn't tell their Mummy lies about never having
seen the dress before, should they Simon?" added Jayne. "Now tell Mummy
your dolly's name."
"Jemima," whispered Simon, his head now hanging in shame.
"Jemima," repeated Jayne, "isn't that a pretty name?"
Simon knew now he was sunk. He was so embarrassed that he had been found
out. It was the humiliation that he'd craven when he dressed in those
ridiculous clothes but now that it was really happening, he was not sure
it was what he wanted
"Look I'm sorry Jayne, I know you probably can't forgive me and will want
a divorce," Simon began his apology, but he was quickly silenced by Jayne.
She put her hand up signalling him to be quiet.
"Silence my little girl, because that is what you are now, my little sissy
girly. I am your Mummy now, not your wife. I do not want a divorce - well
not for now anyway. Do you really think that your lies and deceit would
enable you to make me walk away from this marriage only for you to rely on
the pre-nuptial agreement to leave me penniless? Do you really think I am
stupid? Silly? No, as you will find out, you are the silly one in this
relationship. You like your little girl dresses? Your frilly panties? Your
dolly Jemima? Well you are going to get them. And now you have got a
loving caring Mummy too. From now one you will address me as Mummy,
understand? And if you step out of line at all, these photographs will be
posted on your Facebook account and circulated at the golfclub - oh and
I'll send them to your lawyers and accountants too."
Turning to Amanda she asked, "What shall we call the little girlywirly?
She needs a new name."
"Well," pondered Amanda, "as she seems to like frills and baby things why
not Frillybaby? And she can call me Nana."
"Yes," agreed Jayne. "Frillybaby, you will call me Mummy and my Mother
Nana. Is that understood?"
"ye... ess," stammered Simon.
"Yes, what Frillybaby?"
"Yes Mummy," whispered Simon in total shame.
"Now," Jayne announced, "I think its time we got started in our new regime
don't you Frillybaby?"
Without waiting for an answer from the now beet red faced sissy Jayne
continued, "Mother would you take this little sissy girl and prepare her
for her new status?"
"I certainly will," replied Amanda and before Simon knew it Amanda had
grabbed him by his ear and twisting it had led him by the ear to the house
bathroom on the first floor.
The plan was working. So far everything had gone as rehearsed. Simon's
stash of clothing and accessories had been moved from the annex into the
main house. The bathroom was stocked with the necessary razors and
depilatories and other necessary items and implements had been gather and
deposited where they would be required. More would be needed in the
fullness of time but for now the had what they needed.
"Right, sissy lets get those male clothes right now," ordered Amanda as
she started to run the bath.
"I hope that's not hesitation little girl? Because if you are not fully
naked within 60 seconds, I can make your life fairly uncomfortable. Now I
want those clothes off now!"
Simon knew better than to argue. Amanda was a forceful woman and to be
honest she had always scared him a bit. Right now, she was scaring him a
lot.
About an hour later Simon was again led into the living room by Nana in
the same manner as she had led him out. Now however he was no longer
dressed in his golf club attire. Now he wore an apricot chiffon dress with
a peter pan collar and puffed sleeves trimmed in lace and bows. The dress
reached down to just bellow Simons hips and was flared out buy 2 or 3
short net underskirts making Simons white satin ruffled rumba panties very
visible. He had knee length white socks, again trimmed with lace and black
patent Mary jane shoes. Around his neck, attached to a white ribbon, hung
what looked like a pacifier but on closer inspection was a small but
perfectly formed erect phallus. Atop his head was a lacey white bonnet
secured beneath his chin with a large bow. Under Simons right arm he held
his beloved dolly Jemima.
As Amanda pulled the reluctant sissy into the centre of the room Jayne
admired her Mother's handiwork. Everything Simon was wearing was found in
his secret stash. There were lots more items in his collection to play
dress up with, but her Mother had made an inspired choice for this first
occasion.
"And who is this pretty little girl?" asked a smiling Jayne.
Simon had been instructed by his Nana how to respond and Amanda had
practiced with him for a few minutes upstairs with dire warnings of the
consequences if he did not do it correctly.
Taking the edge of his dress in the fingers of each hand, remembering not
to drop Jemima, he made a deep girlish sissy curtsey and replied with a
lisp, "I'm frillybaby Mummeth. Nana hath made me prettith." And turning to
Amanda he repeated the curtsey and said, "Fwank you Nana."
Both women could not contain their amusement at this ridiculous sissy
display. As Simon stood in the centre of the room with the two Woman
openly laughing, he realised how low he had sunk.
It took quite a few minutes for Amanda and Jayne to regain their composure
to enable them to move to the next stage of their plan. When their
laughing had stopped, and Jayne made her announcement.
"Now Frillybaby, earlier I told you that I was your loving caring Mummy.
Which I am. But I wouldn't be caring if I did not ensure that you knew how
to behave, and the consequences of misbehaviour would I?" Jayne said
staring at Simon.
"I asked you a question Frillybaby. When Mummy or another grown up asks
you a question it is rude if you do not answer. Are you a rude little
girl?"
"No Mummeth? replied Simon sheepishly.
"Well that is good to know my little one. But there is the little matter
of my little girls lies and deceit isn't there? It was very naughty not to
tell mummy about your wardrobe full of clothes. Very naughty to pretend to
be a big grown up man so as to get Mummy to marry you, wasn't? It was a
big fat lie, wasn't it?"
Even if Simon had wanted to argue he knew he could not. What Jayne had
said was the truth.
"Yeth Mummeth," he meekly replied.
"Well liars have to be punished Frillybaby. And because I am so loving and
caring I wonder if I can punish you."
Was this a let off Simon thought. Was this just a charade they were
playing.
Simon's hopes were dashed with the Jayne's next words
"And so, I have asked Nana to give you your first spanking. Turn around
and go to her."
As Simon turned, he saw Amanda now seated in an armless dining chair
placed in the centre of the room.
"Come here at once you naughty sissy girl. I am going to introduce you to
Mr Hairbrush. Mr Hairbrush will remind you how naughty it is to lie."
Simon stumble across to his mother-n-law and stood nervously at the point
she indicated. He felt her hands reach under his dress to the waistband of
his panties and pull them down to his knees. With sudden pull he found
himself over her lap.
"You can cry as much as you want little girl, but I'm sure you will be one
sorry sissy by the time I'm finished with you." And with that Mr Hairbrush
rose and fell abruptly stopping on Simon's smooth bottom.
Simon stopped counting the spanks around the 68th or was it the 69th? He
couldn't tell. His rump was on fire, he was crying and his nose was
running. He was screaming, "I'm sorry I'm sorry," and repeating the well-
known phrase all childish recipients do ,"I'll be good, I'll be good," but
nothing appeared to stop Mr Hairbrushes constant rise and fall. Amanda
held the sissy in a vice like grip ensuring that he couldn't escape.
At last it was over, and Simon found himself unceremoniously dumped from
Nana's lap onto the carpet beneath. His eyes still streaming, his nose
still running, he now found that he was uncontrollably hiccoughing. His
hands reached back instinctively to protect his rump from further assault
but also to try and ease the relentless pain.
"Up," commanded Amanda, "I think some corner time is in order to enable
you to control yourself and contemplate your future behaviour. And whilst
your there you can suck on this," and with that, she took the phallus on
the ribbon and pushed it into Simon's mouth.
Simon was led, again by the ear, his panties still around his ankles to
the far corner of the room and unceremoniously pushed into a dark corner.
"Right I want your hands on your head, no rubbing of your bottom. If I
hear one peep out of you Mr Hairbrush will be over for a visit. Am I
understood sissy?
"Yeth Nanth," Simon muttered as best he could whilst maintaining the
phallus in his mouth.
Both Amanda and Jayne were beaming at each other as they sat on the sofa,
quietly whispering out of Simon's earshot.
"That was so much fun," Jayne announced, "know I've seen how it done I
can't wait to spank him myself. I think I'll get a cane too. He once told
me he'd been caned once at that posh school he went to and it hurt like
hell. I bet I could really scare him with it."
"I bet you could too," laughed Amanda, "just make sure I'm here when you
do. I have to admit that I found the experience very arousing.
"Me too," agreed Jayne, "I'll order a cane and a few implements online.
Which gives me an idea. I bet there's lots of stuff on his laptop that he
doesn't want me to see."
"Yes, I'm sure there will be. And I know just how to access it."
So, whilst Simon fought to control his tears and sniffles and hiccoughs in
the corner, the two women fetched his laptop and accessed his search
history. There they found the blogs he read, the sites he visited to view
pornography like Imagefap and Xhamster. The story sites like Fictionmania
and Betty Pearls. What they couldn't see however was Simon's accounts
which were all password protected.
"I Know how we can resolve this," said Jayne. "Watch this," and she winked
at her mother.
Calmly she walked over to the corner where Simon was now quietly standing.
"Turnround Frillybaby," she commanded in her best no nonsense voice. "I
want you to pull up your ridiculous frilly panties and join me and Nana by
the sofa. You are not to sit but you can kneel in front of us.
Simon followed her command.
When Jayne was comfortably seated again beside her mother, she took up the
laptop and addressed Simon again.
"Now Mummy believes that you have been looking at porn on your laptop and
reading stories. If Mummy, right? Simon hesitated for a second - he wanted
to answer truthfully but instinctively he didn't want to admit it. Without
any warning Jayne slapped Simon across the face. It wasn't that hard, but
it was the surprise of it that shocked him.
"I asked you a question sissy girl - and if you lie to me Mr Hairbrush is
waiting."
"Yeth Mummy, Yeth I did. I'm sorry mummy I'm sorry."
"Well that's a start." Jayne turned to her mother and mimicking Simon's
silly sissy lisp repeated "I'm sorry Mummy I'm sorry." "My little girly
is sorry that she has been so disrespectful as to watch pornography and to
read dirty stories online. I wondered if she got a sexual thrill?"
"Oh, I don't know," mockingly replied Amanda, "maybe we should ask her?"
At which Jayne laughed.
"Did you? Did you get a mucky thrill? Did your little thingy get all hard
with what you read and saw? Did it? Tell Mummy and Nanny? And remember, no
lies because if I think your lying you know what will happen, don't you?"
and as she asked the questions she stared directly into the eyes of the
embarrassed sissy kneeling before them.
Simon didn't hesitate with his answer this time. "Yeth Mummy. I wath vewwy
norty and I playth with my thingy wif the fings I read and saw."
The Woman roared with laughter at this admission.
"Good girl for telling us the truth. Now soon we are going to put you in a
nappy and plastic pants for bed - its already 8.30 and well past a little
girl's bedtime. I'll give you a nice bottle of warm milk to take to bed. I
found that extra large bottle with the enlarged teat in wardrobe - you'll
enjoy sucking on that I know. Bur before we get you ready for bed, I want
you to tell me one thing - and if you hesitate you know what I'll do?"
"Yeth Mummy."
"Good. what is the password for your email account?"
And without any hesitation Simon literally coughed it up.
Whilst Amanda pinned Simon into a large terry nappy - a soaker pad rolled
and placed between his legs - and pulled up the plastic pants, Jayne made
up a large baby bottle of warm sweet milk liberally laced with a diuretic.
She then used the "forgotten password" boxes on a couple of the story
sites to access Simon's accounts.
Once Amanda had finished the application of the nappy and plastic pants he
was again led upstairs. This time to a single bedroom at the back of the
house. His "party," style dress was removed, and he was dressed in a sweet
baby doll style nightdress. Amanda pull the covers back and instructed him
to get into bed.
They would need a cot of course and lots of other equipment. Amanda had
plans. Simon's wealth would cover the expenditure. As she looked around
the room thinking of her plans, she was joined by Jayne who had brought
the baby bottle for her little sissy girl. She also had brought the
laptop.
"So Frillybaby, Mummy has been looking for a bedtime story for her little
one - a story she things this little sissy might like. And guess what?"
She smiled and cooed as a mother would to a little child.
"Mummy has found a perfect story - do you know what its called? Do you? I
think you will love it. Its on that Betty Pearl site you keep visiting."
Simon was pretty sure he knew the story Jayne was referring to.
"You do! You do! I can tell. Tell Mummy."
"Ith called Cucksat Mummeth."
"Yes, it is my Frillibaby and as a bedtime treat Mummy will read it to you
and Nana so that we know the things you like and what goes on in that
teeny tiny head of yours. Now lie down with your bottle and I'll begin the
story."
And as Jayne began to read a shocked Simon realised that he was wetting
his nappy.
To be continued
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