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"But I only wanted to wear panties under my boy clothes," Jimmy said as
he stood there in the shameful nightie.
Dora eyed him up and down. The garment was row upon overlapping row of
ruffled, lightweight, pink material. "But you look so cute in that,
Jinky, especially with your short haircut. I mean, it barely reaches
over the tops of your ears. In front, when you comb it to the side, it
leaves your forehead bare. I like the contrast between the boy you are
and the girl you need to become."
Jimmy pouted. He was short and had a slender build, which made it
difficult for him to appear assertive. And his soft voice didn't help,
either. "You have to give me back my regular clothes," he insisted.
"I don't HAVE to do anything that you say," Dora told him. "A sissy boy
like you needs to be taken in hand and led to where he really wants to
go."
"You have to listen to me. All I want is to..."
She waved him to silence. Dora was an attractive woman, with a curvy
figure that was shown off by the clinging jumpsuit she wore. Now her
pretty face was made over by a threatening scowl.
"No," she said firmly. "YOU have to listen to ME. It's time for you to
get in touch with your inner self. Because it's almost Valentine's Day,
I've arranged a surprise for you. My spare bedroom has been decorated in
pansy style. You'll be staying there for a while. I have a friend who's
going to sublet your apartment."
"You can't... I'm not..."
Dora shushed him. "You had too much to drink last night, so I put you
into my bed to sleep it off. You didn't have anything to sleep in, so I
got you into that lovely nightie. Now, for starters, why don't you thank
me for what I did?"
Jimmy opened his mouth but then hesitated. He didn't know where his male
clothes were. His wallet and keys were in his pants. And Dora's
confident tone intimidated him. Maybe he should go along with this for
just a short while. He wanted his T-shirt and jeans. He needed to be
called Jimmy, instead of that femme name she had given him. This all
seemed so unfair. But the time to stand up for himself wasn't now.
He made a small, throat-clearing sound. "Thank you, Dora. For taking
care of me. I'm sorry I got so buzzed." He self-consciously tried to
smooth down the front of the nightie. She appeared to be waiting for
more. "And thank you for complimenting my look."
"You're welcome," she said, her tone conciliatory. "But I want to do
something with that hair. You don't mind, do you?"
Jimmy sensed that this was a pivotal moment. He should set some limits.
Nervously, he rubbed his smooth thighs together. Maybe he shouldn't have
used that depilatory to get rid of his body hair. And the way his
genitals moved, as he shifted his feet around, told him that she had
removed his panties while he was unconscious. OMG. He was naked under
the nightie. She had seen his three-piece set and now knew that it was,
to put it kindly, below average in size. His lips quivered.
"No," he said in surrender. "You can do whatever you like to my hair."
He regretted the words as soon as he spoke, but lacked the willpower to
modify them.
"That's my good girl," she told him. "Now let's go to your new room."
"B... but if I'm going to live here... when I have to go to work..."
"Oh, don't worry about details. You're going to quit that dead-end
office job. I found something more appropriate for you. Soon you'll be
serving drinks at an exciting private club, where you'll fit right in.
So, you won't need to go back to your apartment to get any clothes,
because your new employers will provide what you have to wear. And my
friend who's moving into your old rooms will take care of all your
property. In fact, she's stopping by here soon, so I can give her your
keys. I'm sure she'll want to meet you."
"Like this?" He held up the hem of the nightie.
"We'll see. If we get right to work on your hair -- and make-up -- maybe
I can give you something else to wear during her visit."
"I... I..." He sniffled. "Okay." This was all happening so fast.
"Let's do it in your new room. I'm sure you're eager to see what it
looks like."
"Oh, I guess so," Jimmy said uncertainly.
She took him by the hand and walked him down the hall. He trailed along
passively. The door to his room was painted lilac. When she opened it
and led him inside, he gasped. Oh no. Everything was pink and white,
with occasional touches of red. On the dresser were a stuffed unicorn
with a rainbow mane and tail, a lamp with a princess doll on it and her
image all over the shade, and lots of other girly items. The canopy bed
had a ruffled spread and matching pillowcase. There was a vanity table,
with a scroll-back chair. That was where Dora led her overwhelmed
charge. Jimmy sat on the thickly padded seat and saw his wide-eyed,
open-mouthed visage in the mirror. All over the table were cosmetics,
hair products, and beauty tools. From among the options, Dora chose
foundation, followed by rouge, various eye products, and lipstick. Jimmy
had to watch as his face was made over, given a look that was a mix of
dolly and slut. Before he could get over that series of shocks, she took
a hairbrush and rattail comb, and went to work on his hair. She made it
fuller, and brought it down across his brow. A few shots of holding
spray guaranteed that it would stay that way.
Jimmy stared at himself. His features were softened and the shape of his
face had been altered. He had to admit that he looked pretty. But was
this what he honestly wanted? Hadn't wearing panties always been enough
in the past? Still, the alterations in appearance had drained away more
of his willpower. A warm lassitude washed over him. He felt so odd,
so... feminine. More than he ever had before. One hand came up to touch
his hair, as if he couldn't believe it was him.
He summoned what was left of his old self and said, his voice now wispy,
"Dora, maybe this is too much."
"Really? Isn't this the sissy you always knew you were inside?"
"I'm not sure if I want..."
"Are you telling me I don't know what I'm doing?" she pressed.
"It's just that you might be..."
"I don't like to be criticized." Her tone was still level, but he sensed
that he was pushing an invisible boundary.
Even so, he told her, "Maybe if you could just remove some of that make-
up..."
She drew back her shoulders, thrusting out her breasts. "How ungrateful.
I don't like your attitude. Not at all."
Wait. What? How had he set her off to such a degree? Had he let
himself be pushed into provoking her? Should he apologize? Jimmy was in
a dither. He waved his hands impotently in front of his face, wrists
limp.
"That's enough from you, missy," Dora announced sternly. "Up on your
feet. Let's go."
Jimmy stood and waited anxiously. "If I... I mean, if what I said..."
"Too late to beg for forgiveness," she told him sharply. "Into the
corner you go."
He saw a very small chair waiting for him. It was meant for a child,
like a little girl sitting at a low table while having an imaginary tea
party.
Dora snapped, "Sit down, Jinky. You need some time in The Bad Girl
Chair."
"D... do I have to?"
"You most certainly do. Now plant your bottom on there."
He straddled the undersized piece of furniture and lowered his bare
buttocks onto it. Jimmy ended up seated, with his knees up, facing the
corner, feeling very awkward. It was as uncomfortable as it was
mortifying.
Dora told him, "My friend Annie is due to arrive any time now. I'm
afraid she's going to have to see you like that."
"Oh, no. Dora, please."
"And you need to begin calling me Miss Dora."
"That's..." He wisely censored himself. His sniffles were joined by
incipient tears, that he had to blink back. "Yes, Miss Dora. I'm sorry
I... was a bad girl."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, at least. But don't think you can cut down
your punishment time. You will stay right there until I let you move.
And Miss Annie will have to be told how difficult you've been for me."
Jimmy didn't think he had earned this punishment, but by then the
remainder of his male ego had been suppressed. He sat there in his
humiliating nightie, with nothing underneath, on that seat of shame. His
mind was darting around, futilely seeking a path of escape, when the
doorbell rang. He desperately wanted to stand up, so he could run and
hide, but that was no longer an option. Jimmy was gone, replaced by
Jinky. Dora excused herself and left the room. Jimmy heard the front
door opening and two female voices conversing. The idea of anyone else
witnessing his demoralizing situation was unthinkable, and yet it was
about to happen. The voices grew nearer. Jimmy glanced back over his
shoulder.
Dora reentered the room, followed by another attractive woman, this one
wearing a snug top and brief shorts, along with strappy sandals. She
examined him with an evaluating eye and then smiled devilishly.
With authority equal to Dora's, the newcomer said, "When you're given
Corner Time, do you think you should be peeping around behind you that
way? Do you... Jinky?"
His brightly colored lips drew down in an exaggerated frown. His chin
trembled. "No, Miss Annie," he said repentantly, before turning his face
back to the juncture of the walls.
"I get the impression," Annie said, "that this sissy is a slow learner."
Her friend sighed theatrically. "I know. We're barely started and
already she's giving me nothing but trouble."
"The thing is," Annie reminded, "she needs to understand that actions
have consequences."
"I guess I was being too soft on her."
"Like they say, 'Spare the rod and spoil the child'."
"You're right, dear. So, as much as it pains me to have to do it, Jinky
is forcing me to give her some corporeal discipline."
Jimmy hugged himself. Did that mean... spanking? Or even being paddled?
As if reading his mind, Annie suggested, "I see a hairbrush over on the
vanity table. That would be perfect for what needs to be done."
"I'm afraid you're right." Dora sounded regretful, but not very. She
said, "Jinky, you may get up now. And fetch me that brush. The wide one
with the wooden handle."
More upset than ever, Jimmy rose, the muscles in his legs protesting. He
went to the vanity and picked up the requested item. When he handed it
to Dora, her expression was inscrutable.
All she said was, "I think the den is the place to do what must be done."
The women nodded solemnly. They went, with Jimmy shuffling along behind,
dragging his feet and wringing his hands. He couldn't see it when they
flashed sly winks at each other. After they got there, Dora sat on a
ladderback chair and patted her thigh. He went and draped himself across
the woman's warm lap. It was arousing to be in such close contact with
her, despite his imminent spanking. Thoughts of pain and pleasure got
mixed up in his mind.
Annie said, "Do you have any wine in the fridge? Maybe a drink before we
start would help. After all, this isn't going to be easy for us."
Dora understood her intent. "Of course. There's some nice chardonnay in
there, already uncorked. You know where I keep the glasses."
"Certainly. I'll just need a few minutes."
Obviously, they both wanted to prolong Jimmy's frightened anticipation.
He had never been swatted with a hairbrush, or had any similar
punishment, even as a child. Dora raised the bottom of his nightie in
the rear, baring his backside. Now it would be on display while they
enjoyed their drinks. He lay there, biting the insides of his lips,
while Annie returned and handed Dora her stemmed glass. They clinked
them together and sipped. Then they agreed that the wine was very nice.
Jimmy wished his bottom wasn't exposed like that. Annie took her
friend's glass and went to sit on the sofa, from where she would have a
clear view of the action. For their victim, the seconds passed like
minutes. At last Dora was ready... almost.
She patted Jimmy's bottom. Next, she rubbed the flat of the brush
against his smooth ovals. At last, she raised the instrument and moved
it through the air in slow motion, to make sure she had the right
trajectory. All the while, Jimmy's dread continued to mount. Dora
waited another half minute, until she felt his body relax slightly. When
he momentarily dropped his guard, she swung. There was a loud splatting
sound of wood against soft flesh, accompanied by his yowl of surprise and
pain. Before he could catch his breath, she landed three more strokes on
his upturned rump, spacing them so that she covered as much area as
possible. He clutched the legs of the chair and kicked his feet. When
she paused, everyone could hear Jimmy's panting, interspersed with loud
sobs. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Now," Dora wanted to know, "how many more do you think I should give
you, Jinky?"
He could barely catch his breath. The target had gone from pale pink to
a much brighter shade. Jimmy tried to come up with the right number. He
wanted to tell her he'd had enough. And he definitely didn't want to
offer too high a count. What was he going to do? A number popped into
his head.
"Could it be... twenty?"
She shrugged. "I was going to say twelve, but you know better than I do
how badly you behaved. It's not as if Annie or I can read your mind."
He had picked too high a number. No, no, no. What he didn't know was
that, no matter what he had said, she would find a way to use it against
him. Twenty was her own estimate. But it was entertaining to make him
believe he had worsened his dilemma.
Dora pressed her fingers into his sore meat and said, "Warm."
While he was processing the single word, she jerked her hand away and
delivered four more smacks, in rapid succession, two on either side.
After a few seconds, she followed those with four more.
His punisher wanted to know, "How many was that, Jinky?"
"I think... four. I mean, four just now. And more right before that.
Four each time, I'm pretty sure."
"If you can't keep track, maybe we should start the count over at zero,
to give you another chance to get it right."
"NO!"
"Are you yelling? At ME?"
Annie, on the sofa, had to suppress a laugh. Dora was torturing his mind
as effectively as she was mistreating his body. As if in response to his
raised voice, she fired off another quartet. That broke him down
further, until he was blubbering.
She demanded, "How many more to go, Jinky? How many?"
"Six. Four. I don't know. Whatever number you say."
"If I say 'five'?"
"It can't be five. I know it's an even number."
"But what if Miss Dora says it's five?"
"That can't be right," he insisted.
"Are you sure?" The paddle flashed down four more times. She was
tempted to ask, 'How many fingers, Winston?' but didn't want to disrupt
the mood she had created with a literary reference. "How many more
spanks, Jinky?"
"It's..." Inhaling through his runny nose, he made piggy sounds. "It's
five, Miss Dora. Five more spanks."
"Or if I tell you it's six."
"Yes. Six. You're right. You're always right."
"Fine. I'm glad we can agree. Eight more spanks with the hairbrush."
His mind reeled. Had she changed the number again? He didn't dare to
point it out. And he was too confused to feel sure about it. So, Jimmy
simply steeled himself for the final count."
Annie offered, "Would you like your wine again, Dora?"
"This is thirsty work that Jinky is making me do. So, yes, please."
That cost more time, while the pain in Jimmy's bottom penetrated and
spread, until it was all he could focus on. He mentally chastised
himself for causing so much trouble.
"Okay," Dora pronounced as she handed back the glass, "the final ten."
That revised figure was administered unhurriedly, each one with the full
force of her arm. Every time, Jimmy wailed and quaked. By the end he
was a quivering mess. She ordered him to stand.
As soon as he was on his feet, she lifted the front of his ruffled
nightie. There, for all to see, was his short dick, standing out, hard,
with a slight upward curve and a tapered head. His little balls were
drawn up tight.
"Oh my," she said without inflection. "I see that someone gets a thrill
out of having their bottom tanned. You're quite the kinky young lady,
aren't you, Jinky?"
"I didn't... I'm sorry that I..." He took a steadying breath and
thought before speaking again. "I am, Miss Dora."
"We'll have to rethink your punishment and come up with something else,
Kinky Jinky. Because you enjoyed what I just did, it obviously wasn't
effective. We'll think of a substitute discipline to take its place."
He could barely speak as he responded, "Yes, Miss Dora." That was the
worst possible news. What else would they inflict on him? "Thank you,
Miss Dora."
She shrugged philosophically. "I do whatever I have to do."
"You know," Annie said, "I think the best thing for this girl right now,
would be some time to rest and reflect... on her special chair."
He groaned. Setting his weight on that hard wooden surface would not be
pleasant. What he said was, "Yes, Miss Annie. Thank you. And thank you
again, Miss Dora."
So, he went and reoccupied his low seat, with both females gazing down at
him. Dora said, "I think the two of us could use another glass of wine."
"Agreed," said Annie. "And then we can find something else for Jinky to
wear. Maybe something in leather."
"With straps and buckles."
"As part of her replacement punishment."
"But we don't want to be cruel. So, for the present, she can stay where
she is and contemplate her wrongdoings."
"While thinking about what's yet to come."
They swept out of the room, leaving their prey to nurse his blazing
buttocks, to endure the throbbing pain, and to fret about everything that
was in his immediate future. He would also wonder how long this new
lifestyle would go on.
In the kitchen, after they had refilled their glasses, the women smirked
at each other. "This is too good to believe," Dora said. "We now have a
submissive sissy boy to dress up, put to work as a maid, and do nasty
things to, along with anything else we feel like."
Annie told her, "I can't wait to move into Jimmy's apartment. I have a
cousin who's about his size; he might be able to wear the clothes that
are there."
"Our little slave sure won't be needing them anymore. And wait until he
sees the uniform he'll be in when he delivers drinks at the club."
"Plus, wait until he finds out how free the guys there are with their
hands, and how much they like sissies."
The women laughed. Dora said, "Best of all, I think he's going to keep
fighting everything, no matter how long it goes on."
"Always denying what a sissy we're turning him into."
"Forever being ashamed."
"Never admitting that there's a part of him that likes it."
"That boner he got, from being spanked, is the perfect example. Loving
it but hating it."
"Maybe we should put him into chastity."
"I'm going to drop some heavy hints about that, but not lock him up for
another week or two. Let him worry about it until we make the move."
"And make sure he believes he brought it on himself. We'll remind him
about that all the time."
Dora assumed a saddened voice. "We're so sorry we have to put you in a
cock-lock, Jinky. But it's your own fault, isn't it?"
They raised their glasses in a silent toast and smiled victoriously.
Tormenting Jimmy was going to be so much fun.
*********
(This story was inspired in part by the captions of Jeanette N. Tutu
(jeanettentutu) on Deviant Art. I have a few of them posted in the
Favorites section of my page, which is under the name of Subthrone.)
(I'd love to read your thoughts on this story, or any of my previous
ones. Feedback is always appreciated.)
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