Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => 2011-2018 Sissy Stories => Topic started by: Jemina004 on July 02, 2017, 01:42:52 AM
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Hello! I decided to do something different here. There's no ABDL in this story, rather it's about a sissy being dominated by his mother and siblings. Also, I tend to switch from first person to third person for different stories, so I thought I'd try first person here. I hope you like it!
"Nicky I need you to..." My mother said, opening the door without knocking, as usual.
We both froze for several seconds as we saw each other. The fact that my mother was seeing me take a picture of my butt (which was covered by a sexy lime green thong) to send to my boyfriend, was enough to drive out intelligent thought. All that remained was a paralyzing sense of panic.
My mother was experiencing something similar, but I could see that she was going to be quicker to recover. My mother, whose name was Miranda, was 37 years old and was still quite sexy, despite having had three children. Plenty of men were attracted to her long, dark hair, bright green eyes, and impressive chest, considering her tall and slender body. But any time she had that wasn't spent with us was spent working.
"What...what are you doing?" My mother asked slowly, her eyes still wide.
"N-Nothing." I stammered blankly.
"Is that your sister's underwear?...And you were taking a picture?" My mother asked, her brow furrowing. It was always a prelude to an angry outburst.
"N-No!" I denied shakily.
By now I had recovered enough to try to pull my pants up, but that led to me dropping the phone. Because of my still-frozen brain, I tried to pick the phone up before buttoning my pants, which led to them falling again and exposing the thong. While I was doing this unintentional slapstick, my mother's shock was fading. Anger seemed to be replacing it.
"Give me the phone!" My mother growled at me.
Usually it was my younger brother who was on the receiving end of "The Growl", as we termed it. It was the noise my mother made when one of us had really pushed her buttons, and a spanking practically always followed. I abandoned my futile efforts to both pull up my pants and hold the phone, and I held it out to her as she strode right up to me.
My mother grabbed the phone from me and looked at the screen. The messaging app I was using showed that I had indeed taken a picture of my thong-covered butt, and whatever my secret boyfriend, Xander, had said in response. My mother looked back up at me and I shrank from the look in her bright green eyes.
"What did I say to Zoe about what would happen if she sexted anyone?" My mother asked in a faux calm voice. A tiny part of my brain was amazed that she was aware of the term.
"Y-You said you'd give her the s-spanking of a lifetime." I answered, no longer able to look at her directly.
"That's right. And although I didn't think I had to tell her brother the same thing, you should have known it applies to you too." My mother said, putting my phone in the back pocket of her jeans.
"I-I'm sorry." I stammered, reaching down once again to pull my pants up.
"Not yet you're not!" My mother growled as she grabbed my upper arm, forcing me to abandon my efforts.
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Second part of the backlog! The backlog that isn't very long at all!
A few seconds later, my mother had sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled me over her knee. I kicked my legs in a burst of fear, but my legs were tangled in my pants. I struggled for a moment, but quickly found out that I was inescapably in her grip. Words were all I had left.
"M-Mom! I'm 17! You can't spank me anymore!" I claimed feebly, despite all evidence to the contrary.
"You think so?" My mother asked calmly as she raised her hand.
I cringed preemptively, but was still shocked by the pain of her first smack. It echoed through the room and forced a loud cry from me. The second smack came down after that, and my mother quickly settled into a rhythm.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
It didn't take long for tears to form in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was bawling. Any efforts I made to get away were just as futile as before, and I was only able to form two thoughts in the midst of the burning pain raining down from my mother's hand. The first thought was that I desperately wished I had picked a less sexy pair of Zoey's panties to wear. Her thong provided absolutely no protection to my sensitive ass.
The second thought was that I really, really wished my mother had shut the door. The smacks and cries coming from my room were sure to draw the attention of my brother and sister. Sure enough, I heard the sound of two people hurrying upstairs. I tried to blink away the tears from my face, but had no luck stopping their flow.
"Holy shit!" My brother Caleb said, laughing as he took in the sight of me laying across my mother's knee.
Caleb was two years younger than me, but he didn't look like it. He had inherited our mother's dark hair and height, while I had inherited our father's golden blonde hair and small stature. Thanks to his obsession with weight-lifting, Caleb probably outweighed me by 20 pounds.
My sister Zoey was a miniature version of our mother. Although she was only 15, I knew she had breasts that put most of the girls in her school to shame. She shared many features with Caleb, which made sense, as they were fraternal twins. They rarely got along, however. Teasing me was one of the few things that brought them together nowadays.
Zoey's laughter was quieter, but the look on her face showed that she was no less amused. Until she realized that the lime green thong I was wearing was her's.
"Are you wearing my panties?!" Zoey asked shrilly.
"Close the door! Now!" My mother ordered, continuing to bring her hand down on my butt, though with less force than before.
Zoey was the one who closed the door, as lately Caleb had been making it a point to drag his feet whenever Mom told him to do something. As the door closed, the pure glee on his face let me know that he would never let me live this down.
Finally, my mother stopped. She shook her hand and took a few deep breaths. I was sorely tempted to wriggled my way off of my mother's knee and run around the room in circles from the pain emanating from my bright red ass. But I forced myself to stay still until she let me up.
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The last part of the backlog!
Unfortunately, my mother had no intention of doing so. She reached behind herself to pull my phone out of her pocket, and I experienced a brief flash of panic as I realized she was about to read my text messages to Xander.
"Mom! That's private!" I whined desperately.
My mother silenced me with a painful smack to my already searing butt. I gave a sob but nothing more as I saw my mother scrolling through my texts. Some horribly embarrassing secrets that I had only told to Xander were there. Things about how I wanted to dress as a girl, how jealous I was of Zoey's huge wardrobe of clothes, and even instances where I had 'cybered' with Xander, with me pretending to be a particularly slutty girl. And my mother was reading all of it!
"Is this true, Nicky? You want to wear girl's clothes?" My mother asked, looking down at me.
"I...well...I mean..." I stammered incoherently, not having ever thought I would have this conversation with her.
"Yes or no!" My mother prompted swiftly, bringing her hand down to smack my ass, though much more gently than before.
"Yes!" I said automatically. It was the truth, after all.
"Why didn't you tell me?" My mother asked with a quiet voice, frowning.
"I...I don't know..." I mumbled, not wanting to say that I was too scared.
"And you like boys? I thought maybe you were gay but I was never sure." My mother asked, looking back at my embarrassing texts.
"I...I like boys...but I like girls too. It's ummm, complicated." I said weakly, blushing deeply.
"I see. I need some time to think about this." My mother said, releasing her grip on me.
I scrambled up and couldn't stop myself from hopping around the room in pain. As I turned back around to look at Mom, I thought I saw a tiny smile on her face. But it quickly vanished, and she put her stern look back on.
"The first thing you're going to do is apologize to Zoe. Take those panties off and go to her room. You're going to tell her you're very sorry and that you'll never steal her underwear again, understand?" My mother ordered severely.
I nodded, but hesitated. I assumed my mother would leave the room, but she was just sitting on the bed, looking at me expectantly. I stalled for as long as I could, but eventually I pulled the lime green thong that that covering my pen-is down in front of her. I tried my best to cover myself so that she didn't see, but wasn't very successful. Again I saw a tiny smile form on her face, and I blushed as I pulled my pants up. I knew my pen-is was quite small, and I had a nearly invisible dusting of blonde hair that made it look like I was hairless. But Xander said it was cute, so I didn't mind having such a small one. Except situations like the one I happened to be in now.
"Um, can I go now?" I asked my mother sheepishly.
"You may." She said simply, with an oddly satisfied look in her eyes.
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Don't know if anyone likes reading this, but I like writing it, so I'll continue for now!
I opened the door and was relieved to see that Caleb and Zoey were too smart to be caught hanging around outside. I padded stealthily to Zoey's room at the end of the hall and knocked, hoping that she wasn't there.
"It's open." Came the sound of my sister's voice.
I hesitated for a moment before opening the door to Zoey's room. Everything was purple, from the light lilac curtains to the mauve wallpaper, to the deep violet bean bag chair in the corner. Zoey was typing away at her computer. She glanced back and did a double take upon seeing me. Evidently she was expecting Mom. Zoey stood up quickly and I took a step back. I wasn't exactly scared of her normally, but in my current situation, I was. It didn't help that my 15 year old sister was 2 inches taller than me.
"You stole my underwear? Is that why Mom spanked you?" Zoey asked me directly.
The whole thing had happened because I was texting Xander in my room. I was telling him about the times I had worn Zoey's underwear and how pretty they made me feel, when he said he wanted a picture. I snuck into Zoey's room and stole the sexiest pair I could find, which turned out to be a lacy lime green thong.
Zoey's eyes were the exact same shade of green as my mother's. I looked away and nodded. Zoey gave an incredulous sigh, but then noticed that I was carrying the lime green thong in my hand. I shakily held it out to her, but she shook her head with a sneer.
"I don't want it back. Since you like it so much, keep it!" Zoey said, crossing her arms.
"I'm s-sorry for stealing your underwear, Zoey! I'll never do it again!" I said hurriedly, saying exactly what my mother had ordered. To do otherwise invited another spanking.
"You better not! If I catch you doing that again, I'm not going to wait for Mom." Zoey said, a miniature version of The Growl entering her voice.
I nodded quickly to show that her threat was received and understood. I longed to run from the room, but I ended up standing there awkwardly until Zoey waved me away with her hand. I gratefully exited Zoey's room, but to my deep displeasure, ran into Caleb outside in the hall.
"Hey Nicole!" Caleb said cheerfully to me.
I sighed at the girly nickname that Caleb insisted on calling me. Starting from when he was 13 and became bigger than me, Caleb decided to belittle me by calling me Nicole. Nothing I said or did in response stopped him, and Mom's halfhearted efforts on my behalf didn't work either. Eventually she just ignored it when Caleb called me by that, and even slipped up by calling me Nicole a few times herself, to my brother's deep amusement.
"Still getting spanked by your mommy, huh? Too bad." Caleb said, smirking at me.
Neither Caleb nor Zoey had gotten spanked since they were 10, even when they screwed up, but my mother seemed to feel that it was still an effective means of discipline for me. Every few months I ended up over her knee, whether it was because I broke my curfew being out with Xander, or had gotten a D in geometry. It was totally unfair that Mom only spanked me, but I couldn't deny that it worked.
"What do you want, Caleb?" I asked resentfully.
"I just want to know what happened. Those are Zoey's panties, right? I knew you were a total fairy." Caleb said, grabbing the thong out of my hand.
I reached for the panties automatically, but Caleb pulled them just out of my reach. He held them high over my head, and I found myself jumping and failing to grab them before I stopped. Seeing me give up, Caleb dropped his arms and held up the thong to examine it closer.
"Pretty sexy, Nicole. Do you wear these all the time?" Caleb asked, looking at me with genuine curiosity.
"No! It was just a one time thing!" I insisted weakly.
"Sure it was. Well, Mom wants to talk to you downstairs." Caleb said, dropping the thong into my hands.
I hurried past Caleb, thankful that the conversation was over. He wasn't finished teasing me however, because he gave my butt a hard slap as I went past. Even though I was wearing pants, my ass was still extremely sensitive. I jumped and let out a surprised shriek as I rushed down the hall, leaving Caleb's laughter behind.
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Nicky's (or maybe Nikki's) situation worsens. Is there a way out for him?
"Okay, Nicky. I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to be honest with me, okay?" My mother said evenly, sitting across the kitchen table from me.
I nodded and prepared myself for the embarrassment to come. I was already blushing as I sat on the hard wooden chair in kitchen. My butt was no longer on fire, but it still felt like cooling embers. I squirmed on the chair every few seconds, to my mother's apparent amusement. She was still holding my phone, and by now, she would have read everything I sent to Xander. Lying was not a option anymore.
"I know now that you like to wear panties. But do you want to wear girl's clothes all the time?" My mother asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
I happened to have told Xander that I wished I could dress as a girl every day, so I had no choice but to nod. My mother nodded to herself, as if she was making up her mind about something.
"Then that's what we'll do. We'll go shopping tomorrow." My mother said, looking back at my phone.
"So this thing you have with Xander...are you having sex with him?" My mother asked again, looking me right in the eyes.
I blushed very deeply and nodded again. There was too much evidence in my texts to try to deny it. My mother nodded to herself again, and then for some reason, started to smile.
"So...is he the 'top'"? My mother asked idly.
"Mom!!" I said, surprised that she would ask me that.
I gaped at her for a second as I tried to understand what she wanted to know. I made several mentions about giving Xander blowjobs, which itself made me want to melt into the floor. But was she asking if he ever reciprocated? I couldn't actually remember if we had said anything about it, but no, he didn't. My mother was still looking at me expectantly, however.
"Y-Yes he is." I mumbled, praying that neither Caleb nor Zoey were listening from the top of the stairs.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Nicky. I just wanted to know." My mother said, putting the phone down.
"Alright, we'll need to get moving on this. Summer vacation ends in a week, and you'll need a few outfits to wear by the time you go back to school." My mother said, standing up from the table.
Outfits? School? Did she mean I would be wearing girl's clothes...to school? The full implications were beginning to become apparent to me, and they were enough to make me stand up too.
"What? Mom, I can't!" I whined shrilly, not bothering to keep my voice down.
"You want to wear girl's clothes. Fine, you will. You have another year of school left before you graduate." My mother said patiently, sounding as if she was explaining something very obvious to me.
"I can't! Everyone will make fun of me!" I said weakly.
"Maybe at first. But I'll talk to the school and make sure they understand your gender fluidity. It'll be okay." My mother said, leaving the kitchen.
I trailed behind her and tried to think of what could possibly change her mind. My mother had an iron stubbornness to her that made persuasion very difficult. For some reason, it had gotten into her head that I was desperate to wear girl's clothes. Which...was true. But I was also desperate to avoid the humiliation that would result in going to school in them. So what could I do? I grabbed the back of her shirt lightly, feeling much younger than I was.
"Mom, wait. What if you got me a tutor?" I asked hopefully.
"Buying you a new wardrobe is already going to cost me. Do you know how much a tutor charges?" My mother asked absently, removing my hands from her shirt.
"What if I paid for it?" I asked her, just trying to keep her interest.
"You don't have any money." My mother said, frankly.
"But...what if I worked for it? I could pay for it by doing the cooking and the cleaning. I'll do a really good job, I promise!" I said eagerly.
My mother seemed to consider this for awhile before shaking her head.
"Doing the housework is a big job, Nicky. I don't think you're up to it." My mother said, sounding somewhat regretful.
"I am! I'll prove it! Just give me a chance! Please, Mom." I whined, knowing that I had a tiny chance to avoid the extreme public humiliation that might be in my future.
My mother sighed and looked down at my hopeful face. I could see the gears turning in her head, which meant the time for talking was over. I could only clasp my hands in supplication in front of her.
"Okay, Nicky. I'll give you three days. If I don't like your performance at the end of those three days, you're going to school. Got it?" My mother said, crossing her arms and looking down at me.
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"Yes! Absolutely!" I said, nodding in relief.
My mother looked at me one more time noticing that I was still clutching Zoey's lime green thong.
"Didn't I tell you to give that back to her?" My mother asked, her brow furrowing dangerously.
"I did! She said I could have it." I said placatingly.
"Well, that was nice of her. Maybe she'll be willing to give you one of her old dresses." My mother said, a smile forming on her face.
She turned to go upstairs to Zoey's room, and I had no choice but to follow. I heard the soft sound of footsteps walking away as my mother headed up. Apparently one of my siblings, probably Caleb, had been listening.
Caleb must have been quicker than I thought, however, because no one in was in the hall. I trailed behind my mother as she reached Zoey's room. She knocked just as I did before. (was my room the only one that my mother barged into without knocking?)
"What is it now?" came Zoey's annoyed voice from behind the door.
My mother opened the door and walked in. I lingered outside, as I was now a little nervous around Zoey. But I did see the 'oh shit' look on my sister's face. Apparently she thought it was me at the door.
"Sorry, Mom." Zoey hastened to say.
"That's okay, Zoe. I heard that you generously gave your brother that pair of panties he stole?" Mom asked, easily forgiving Zoey in a way that I doubted she would forgive me.
"Yeah. It's not like I want them back now." Zoey said, looking past Mom at me.
"Nicky's very grateful. Do you think you can spare one of your old dresses for him?" Mom asked, inclining her head toward Zoey's cavernous closet.
Zoey made a face, but nodded in a dismissive way. Mom opened her closet and I saw the tremendous number of outfits Zoey had collected over the years. I've fantasized many times about just being able to try on all the cute and flirty dresses and skirts and tops she had. I knew Xander would like to see me in any of her current outfits, but to my disappointment, my mother retrieved a modest blue dress that Zoey hadn't worn since she was 12.
"This should work. Nicky, make sure you thank your sister!" My mother instructed me while she examined the tag on the dress.
"Thank you, Zoey." I said in embarrassment. Zoey rolled her eyes in response.
My mother walked over and handed me the dress.
"Go put this on and meet me downstairs. I'll have a chore list for you by then." Mom said, smiling at me in oddly sweet way.
"Chore list?" Zoey asked curiously.
"Nicky thinks he can handle the housework I do around here. We'll see if he can." My mother said doubtfully.
"You WANT to do the housework? God, you're weird." Zoey said with a shake of her head.
I waited for my mother to scold Zoey, or at least explain the situation, but I waited in vain. She left the room and acted like Zoey hadn't said anything. This happened too often for me to be completely shocked, however. I could only assume that my mother was getting a little tired of fighting my battles for me. But I couldn't very well talk back to Zoey in front of her either, so her attitude was a bit of a mystery.
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I had come downstairs in Zoey's tight blue dress only to be met with a long, long chore list. Everyday things like the laundry, vacuuming and dusting were on it, as well as tougher things like de-greasing the oven and scrubbing the bathtubs. I knew for a fact that my mother had never attempted to de-grease the oven. But I knew if I started off by complaining, she would torpedo the idea of getting me a tutor. And if that happened, I would be walking to school in a cute outfit that I probably liked. The only problem was very mean kids seeing me in it.
I quickly got started on the laundry first. Gathering the dirty clothes belonging to my mother and I was the easy part. I had to deal with Zoey's suspicion about taking her dirty clothes, and received another threat about spanking me herself if she ended up missing even a single sock. But that was nothing compared to the treatment I got from Caleb.
He burst out laughing when he saw me in Zoey's old dress. He took out his phone and began snapping pictures of me. I tried to get to his clothes hamper, but he wouldn't let me get close. The only way he'd let me take his dirty clothes was if I smiled and posed for several more pictures.
It was honestly a little strange, because it almost seemed like he wanted me to act sexy for him. The most uncomfortable part was when I bent over to take his clothes out of the hamper. He lifted the skirt on my dress and snapped a quick picture of what was underneath. I had put Zoey's green thong back on because it just felt weird to wear briefs with a dress on. Of course, Caleb found it hilarious.
After putting some of the laundry in the washer down in the basement, I hustled back upstairs to vacuum the living room. I quickly began to realize that I had taken Mom's efforts to clean the house for granted. It wasn't nearly as easy as she made it look. But I was determined to impress her with my work ethic.
After putting one load of clothes in the dryer and refilling the washer, I moved on to the dusting. It was pretty easy, but delicately running the feather duster over all the surfaces on the first floor made me feel like even more of a fairy than usual. When I had completed the dusting and moved on to the far harder work of de-greasing the oven, my mother showed up.
"Hard at work, Nicky?" Mom asked idly, taking in the sight of me down on my knees in Zoey's blue dress, scrubbing the inside of the oven.
She was drinking some of the bottled green tea she favored, and the sight reminded me that I hadn't had anything to drink for hours. I tried to ignore the condensation I could see on the outside of the bottle.
"Yep!" I said, more cheerfully than I felt.
"Well, let me know if it gets too tough and you want to quit." Mom said, leaving the kitchen casually.
As tough as it was to scrub the oven, I wasn't about to get discouraged. I had the imagined laughter of the boys and girls in my class to motivate me to finish. After I was done with the oven, I moved onto transporting the finished laundry back upstairs. I had to wait while Zoey went through every article of clothing I brought back. Only when she was satisfied that nothing was missing was I allowed to leave.
Caleb didn't care about his clothes. Instead, he prevented me from leaving his room until I gave him a curtsy. I didn't actually know how to give one, so I bent my knees awkwardly and lifted my skirt. Thankfully, Caleb didn't know what a correct curtsy looked like either, so he was satisfied with my weak effort. I suppose I should have been thankful that he didn't insist on recording it with his phone.
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I walked downstairs, exhausted, about an hour before dinnertime. My mother's bathtub was indeed spotless now, but only after I had scrubbed it for more than two hours. I glanced at the living room and saw that Caleb had spent the time playing the PS4 he had gotten for his 15th birthday. Ordinarily, I would have complained loudly as how unfair it was that I had been given very tiring work while Caleb relaxed, but for some reason I didn't feel resentful now. Mostly I just wanted to tell Mom that I was finished and to hopefully be praised. She was indeed in the kitchen and she looked like she was getting dinner ready. I shyly walked up to her and curtsied in the practiced way she had taught me earlier.
"Ma'am, I'm finished with the bathtub." I said in a quiet but pleased voice.
"Good job, Nicky. You can tackle the other bathtub after dinner." Mom said lightly, smiling at me.
On the one hand, I was happy to be praised. On the other, larger hand, I was shocked to learn that I was apparently only half done. I didn't bother to see if my mother was kidding, because I knew she wasn't. But oddly enough, I felt a tiny thrill at Mom assigning me additional work.
"Yes Ma'am." I said, trying to disguise the tingly feeling I had.
"Now it's time to help me make dinner. I have to teach you how, if you're going to take over the cooking." My mother said, pointing to a tiny apron that was hanging onto a peg on the wall.
I put on the tiny apron my mother indicated. The reason it was so small was that she bought it for me, and later for Zoey, to use when we helped her make cookies. It was a pale pink color and I secretly liked but claimed not to.
My mother called it 'helping her', but she didn't do much work herself. Instead she instructed me step by step on how to prepare the lamb chops, roast potatoes and green beans we were having for dinner. It was quite a bit to take in, but I got the hang of it quickly and found myself enjoying myself.
After dinner was nearly ready, my mother sent me to tell Caleb and Zoey. I had to stand in the living room quietly for more than a minute before Caleb deigned to notice my presence, as he was too engrossed in shooting zombies. Eventually he paused and looked over at me, smiling at the little apron I had on over my dress.
"Sir, dinner is ready." I said quietly, curtsying to Caleb.
"Sir?" Caleb asked, grinning at my curtsy.
"Yes, Sir. Mom said I should show you respect from now on." I said, fidgeting in discomfort.
"Did my birthday come early or something?" Caleb said wonderingly, taking in my new submissiveness.
"Well, alright then. I'm glad you've noticed the difference between us. You can go now, Nicole." Caleb said with a smirk, standing up to go to the kitchen.
I curtsied again and headed upstairs. I knocked at Zoey's room and prepared to give her a similar greeting.
"Ma'am, dinner is ready." I said quietly.
Zoey did a double take at hearing me refer to as her as Ma'am, but didn't ask any questions. She simply walked past me to go downstairs and acted like I was invisible. Which I suppose was an improvement over Caleb's treatment.
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I returned to the kitchen and saw something that made me stop short. Mom had set three places at the table. One for her, one for Caleb, and one for Zoey. They were all sitting down to eat, but there was no plate for me. I looked at her, confused. She crooked a finger at me and walked forward until I reached her. She smiled at me again with an oddly flushed look on her face and motioned for me to bend down so she could whisper in my ear.
"Maids don't eat with the family, honey. You can make something for yourself later." My mother whispered, smiling wickedly at me.
"Y-Yes Ma'am." I answered shakily, trying to absorb this newest development. I didn't know what to think about it emotionally, but my pen-is definitely liked it.
"Why isn't Nicky eating anything?" Zoey asked idly.
"Nicky's going on a diet. But he's happy to get us anything we want now, so he can burn off a few more calories. Tell him what you want to drink." My mother said, inventing this out of whole cloth.
Zoey widened her eyes and didn't look like she knew what to think about this, but Caleb took to it immediately. He grinned at me and raised his empty glass.
"I'll have some Coke." Caleb announced, shaking his glass in the air.
I curtsied and went to the fridge, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I retrieved a large bottle of Coke from the fridge and, with shaking hands, poured it into Caleb's glass.
"Thanks, Nicole." Caleb said, immediately drinking deep.
"Lemonade." Zoey said slowly, raising her glass after some hesitation.
I retrieved lemonade from the fridge and filled Zoey's glass. She looked at me intently for a moment, then shrugged. Finally, my mother raised her glass.
"Wine, please." Mom said, casually.
I carried the opened bottle of wine on the counter and poured it into my mother's glass. She smiled and motioned me to come close to her again.
"Stand in the corner over there, Nicky. If anyone needs anything, you have to respond, okay?" Mom said, pointing at the corner nearest the entrance to the living room.
"Yes Ma'am." I answered courteuously, curtsying for her.
The first few minutes, it was pretty awkward for all involved. My family ate while giving me surrepitous glances every few seconds. Meanwhile, I fidgeted in hunger as I saw them eating the meal that I had worked hard to cook. After that though, Mom, Caleb, and Zoey began conversing normally. They acted as if I wasn't there, even when the subject was me.
"So, does Nicole want to be the maid now or something?" Caleb asked, raising his half-full glass for a refill without looking at me.
I got the bottle of Coke from the fridge and refilled Caleb's glass as Mom answered carefully.
"Nicky wants to dress as a girl from now on. He also seems to have submissive desires, so yes, he wants to act like our maid. Just treat him like he's our servant. Nicky will let me know if you go too far." Mom said, sipping her wine.
"What happens if we do go too far?" Zoey asked quietly.
"Then I'll let you know. There won't be any punishment, so don't worry. And because Nicky is very, very submissive, it's unlikely you'll ever go too far for his taste." My mother said, smiling warmly at me.
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"How about getting Nicole a maid outfit?" Caleb said, finishing the last of his plate.
"We'll see. I'm going to buy him some outfits tomorrow." Mom said thoughtfully.
Being talked about as if I wasn't in the room was a strange feeling. It became easier to deal with as my family moved on from the subject of me and onto more normal stuff. Zoey talked about a concert she was going to with her friends, and Caleb moved on to talking about what teams he was going to try out for when school started. Mom listened and gave her advice, and despite how exciting I found it to be when she behaved dominantly toward me, I found myself missing being involved in the conversation.
After everyone had finished eating, Mom told me to serve dessert. I carved out three slices of devil's food cake that my mother had made yesterday. As I served a slice to each member of my family, my mother noticed my wistful expression.
"You can have a pudding cup after we're done." Mom said graciously, as if I should be pleased to even get that.
"T-Thank you, Ma'am." I said, smiling slightly.
One by one, after they finished their dessert, Mom, Zoey, and Caleb went into the living room. They left all the plates, glasses, and silverware on the table, so I gathered them up and washed them in the sink. We had a dishwasher, but Mom usually preferred to wash dishes in the sink to save electricity. After I was finished, I treated myself to a pudding cup from the fridge. Even though it couldn't hold a candle to the delicious-looking cake that was still on the counter, I still enjoyed it.
I walked over to the living room to see that everyone was watching a movie. After all of the events of today, I had completely forget that tonight was movie night. Once a week, Mom had us watch a movie together after dinner. Tonight was that night, and in fact, it was my turn to pick the movie. But a movie had already been chosen. It looked like some kind of sci-fi movie with Chris Pratt on the screen. I awkwardly hovered at the edge of the room, and my mother noticed my presence quickly.
"Better get started on that bathtub, Nicky. I expect it spotless before bedtime." Mom said, adopting a somewhat sharper tone than usual.
"Yes Ma'am." I said hurriedly, curtsying before leaving the room.
I retrieved the cleaning materials I used before from my mother's bathroom and went into the one Caleb and Zoey shared. My heart sank as I saw that this tub was in even worse condition. With no other option, I sank to my knees and began to scrub.
There was no clock in the bathroom, but I figured that about an hour and half had gone by when Zoey passed me in the hall. She watched me for a little while before walking into the bathroom.
"So...you actually like doing that?" Zoey asked wonderingly, watching me scrub.
I thought for a few moments before answering. Scrubbing the bathtub was not fun by itself. But the fact that Mom had ordered me to do it, then dismissed me, was exciting. So I suppose I was having fun doing it.
"Kind of, Ma'am. It's complicated, but I think I'm having fun." I answered carefully.
"Alright, if you say so. I was feeling kind of bad...but if you really like this stuff..." Zoey said, trailing off as she looked at the bucket of water mixed with cleaner I had balanced on the side of the tub.
Zoey then reached out and tipped over the bucket, causing the contents to cascade down, not in the tub, but rather all over the bathroom floor. Having known it was going to happen, Zoey was able to skip out of the way of the dirty water now flowing over the floor.
"Better clean that up then, Nicole." Zoey said, giving me a rare smile.
"Y-Yes Ma'am!" I said hurriedly, once I got over the shock.
Zoey gave me one last amused look before she walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed a towel from the rack and began trying to sop up the water. Cleaning up this mess was going to make it take even longer to scrub the bathtub. I could only hope Mom would be in a forgiving mood when she saw my slow progress.
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Surprising no one, Miranda is not in a terribly forgiving mood.
My mother came around at bedtime, with me still scrubbing. I only had a small corner of the bathtub to get clean, and redoubled my effort, hoping she wouldn't be too strict about it. Mom was holding another glass of wine in her hand, and she seemed the tiniest bit unsteady on her feet. She sat down on the toilet lid to watch me for a while.
"I'm glad this is working out so well, Nicky. I haven't had this much free time in years." My mother said happily as she sipped her wine.
"Taking care of three kids...Well, you've had a taste of what it's like today. And I didn't even have your subbie desires to make it fun for me." Mom said, smiling down at me.
"I-I'm happy to make things easier for you, Ma'am." I said, smiling back.
"I know you are, Nicky. But you need to be more efficient. I've given you plenty of time to finish the tub and you're still not done." Mom said, a touch of sharpness in her voice.
I briefly considered telling her that Zoey had slowed me down by spilling water everywhere, but decided against it. I didn't want to get my sister in any trouble for doing something she thought I would enjoy.
"I"m sorry, Ma'am." I said pleadingly.
"Not yet you're not." My mother said, echoing her statement earlier in the day, though this time with a smile.
"Finish this up and come to my room. I'll be timing you. Every minute I wait for you to finish equals one smack." My mother said, her eyes shining.
"Y-Yes Ma'am!" I said, swallowing.
My mother stood up and walked away, though to me it looked more like a saunter. I ignored my aching muscles and scrubbed even harder than before, knowing that my butt would pay a higher price if I didn't.
I hurried to my mother's room after finishing, hoping to get there before running up another smack onto my tally. I was in such a rush that I almost made the huge mistake of opening her door without knocking. Thankfully, I stopped myself just before I grabbed the handle. I took a second to calm down, then knocked.
"Come in, Nicky." My mother said through the door.
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Spankings can be rough, especially when they're administered with a hairbrush. And when the spanker is using you as an outlet for her sadism. Poor Nicole!
I hurried to my mother's room after finishing, hoping to get there before running up another smack onto my tally. I was in such a rush that I almost made the huge mistake of opening her door without knocking. Thankfully, I stopped myself just before I grabbed the handle. I took a second to calm down, then knocked.
"Come in, Nicky." My mother said through the door.
I opened the door and saw my mother was sitting on the edge of her queen-size bed. She had changed into her pajamas, which turned out to be a black see-through night gown that faintly showed her nipples. It was something none of us had seen her in, and it was enough to make me stare.
"Stop stalling Nicky, and get over here. You made me wait 7 minutes." My mother said sharply.
I had briefly forgotten, but her mentioning of the time I took made me remember what I was in for. My mother was holding a large, flat wooden hairbrush that looked a lot like a paddle. I shrank from the sight of it. The spanking I had received earlier had hurt a lot, and that was just with her hand.
"You're going to have to get used to the hairbrush, sweetie. Maybe next time you'll remember to go faster." Mom said, crooking her finger at me.
I walked over to Mom and gingerly laid myself across her lap. I blushed as she raised my skirt and started to rub the hairbrush over my butt. Like the last time, she didn't bother to remove the lime green thong I was wearing. I was tensely awaiting the first smack, but my mother was in no hurry to begin.
"I have a confession, Nicky. Spanking you has always been so satisfying to me. I know I should have stopped years ago, but I needed a way to vent, and smacking your little butt has always worked like a charm." Mom said, smiling as as she raised the hairbrush.
My mother brought it down hard, and the minor explosion of pain that radiated from my butt left me speechless. I panicked and tried to squirm off of her lap, but my mother raised her left leg over over both of mine to limit my movement. Combined with her strong grip on my arm, it meant I couldn't get away.
"I don't think so, Nicky. That's five more smacks. You NEVER try to get off of my lap, do you understand?" Mom said to me, The Growl entering her voice.
"Y-Yes, Ma'am, I understand!" I said, trying to keep her from getting angry.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Five ultra hard smacks landed on my butt in rapid succession, and I just barely managed to keep myself from trying to escape again. Tears formed in my eyes and I didn't try to stop them. All I could do was trying to think of something, anything other than the burning pain coming from my butt.
"Good job, Nicky. Seven more to go. Get ready." My mother said, tracing the hairbrush over my already reddening ass.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
By the seventh smack, I was a sobbing mess. My mother spent the next few minutes shushing me and running her fingers softly through my hair. I appreciated it, but what I really wanted was to get up and run around the room. I forced myself to wait until Mom released me, however.
"I'd like to say that hurt me more than it did you, but that's not really true, is it?" My mother asked teasingly.
"N-No, Ma'am." I said, shaking my head.
"My alarm is set for 7 a.m. I expect my coffee and the morning paper right here by the time I wake up, or you'll get to play with my hairbrush again. Do you understand, Nicky?" Mom asked me in a more serious tone.
"Y-Yes Ma'am!" I answered quickly.
"And after that, go downstairs and start breakfast. Caleb and Zoey will wake up a little later, and their breakfast needs to be ready by the time they come into the kitchen." My mother instructed.
"I understand, Ma'am." I answered, trying to remember the best way to make scrambled eggs.
"You can make something for yourself, but only after the three of us have eaten. And speaking of food, go make something for yourself in the kitchen, then go straight to bed. Understand?" My mom asked, releasing her grip on me.
I stood up and curtsied quickly before succ-umbing to my need to run in circles like a chicken. Something about doing that always soothed the pain somewhat, and my mother always found it amusing. She watched me until I calmed down and stopped running.
"Good night then, Nicky." My mother said, smiling warmly.
"G-Good night, Ma'am." I responded, smiling shakily.
As I left her room, I marveled at how quickly things had changed for me today. Most people would have found today's experience to be completely awful, but for some reason, I felt oddly content. Plus, Mom had promised to buy me new girly outfits tomorrow!
-
"What do you think, Nicky?" Mom asked as she smoothed my outfit out in front of the mirror in her room.
"It's very pretty, Ma'am." I answered, wishing I still had access to my phone so I could send a picture to Xander.
I was wearing a classic French maid's outfit that my mother had bought for me. It wasn't an especially sexy one, especially because I was obviously flat-chested, but it was expensive. So much so that I wondered why my mother complained about the expensive of buying me girly outfits if she was going to spend 400 dollars on this. I had no complaints myself however, because I felt very pretty in it. And though they weren't visible, the luxurious white lace bra and panties I had on beneath my outfit had me feeling sexy as well. I had to put them on in front of Mom, but I was moving past the embarrassment from that now.
The problem was the 4 inch black heels and stockings that my mother insisted on buying me. I had never walked in high heels before in my life, but Mom seemed to feel it was time for me to learn. My first attempt to put on stockings nearly ended in me ripping them, so my mother took over. It was a strange but exciting experience to have Mom slowly roll the stockings up my legs. It ended with me balancing precariously on 4 inch heels, which I loved the look of, but dreaded the thought of doing my chores in.
"May I text Xander, Ma'am? He'd love to see me in this." I asked Mom shyly.
"You can text him, but you're not seeing Xander personally until I meet him." My mother said evenly as she handed me my cell phone.
My fingers zoomed across the surface of the phone. Xander had sent me a ton of texts when I stopped responding after Mom caught me red handed. I assured him that I was perfectly fine and that I'd be in touch. Xander had more questions for me, but I didn't have time to answer him with my mother right there. So I simply took a picture showing the front of my outfit (and after some hesitation, took another picture showing off my butt, since Xander loved seeing my ass in girly clothes.)
Mom took the phone back from me, and I watched mournfully as it disappeared into her back pocket.
"Okay, Nicky. Time for your chores." Mom said lightly.
"Yes, Ma'am." I said, sighing at the thought of walking in heels.
My chores turned out to be polishing every wood surface in the house, scrubbing the toilets, and organizing Caleb's room. It was an intimidating list, but my mother assigned them casually and seemed to have no doubt that I would meekly accept it with a curtsy. Which is exactly what I did.
"Yes, Ma'am." I said, curtsying.
"I'm so glad I have a maid to do these things for me. I have so much free time now! Maybe I'll go to the spa." My mother said, smiling warmly at me.
"Please enjoy yourself, Ma'am." I said demurely, already getting into the role of a maid.
"Oh I will! Have fun yourself, Nicky." Mom said, kissing me on the cheek.
I walked off toward the kitchen, intending to retrieve the wood polish from under the sink. Or I tried to, anyway. Walking in heels was as difficult as I feared. My mother watched my slow and unsteady progress to the kitchen with definite amusement.
"And make sure to keep those heels on, Missy!" My mother ordered as she picked up her purse before leaving.
"Y-Yes Ma'am." I said, sighing loudly as she left.
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The first hour passed slowly as I painstakingly polished every wooden cabinet, wooden table, wooden picture frame, and wooden railing. My feet started to hurt after about 20 minutes, but I didn't take off my heels. I simply sat down where I could and moved slowly when I needed to. Walking in heels without knowing how was painful and awkward, and maybe that's why my mother didn't bother to teach me how. Eventually I decided that I had a choice: suffer until my mother returned, whereupon I could beg her for mercy, or ask Zoey to teach me how to walk in heels.
"Come in." Zoey said through the door, after I had walked upstairs to her room.
I opened the door and waited patiently until Zoey finished texting someone. She glanced up at me for a moment, then did a double-take as she saw my maid outfit.
"That looks amazing! How much did it cost?" Zoey asked with interest.
"Um...I don't know, Ma'am. Mom didn't say." I lied, shifting guiltily under her gaze.
I knew from experience that Mom and Zoey often fought over the expensive clothes that Zoey gravitated towards. There had been many times where Zoey wanted a pricey dress that our mother refused to buy. So I didn't think that admitting the real cost of my outfit was any way to keep my sister in a good mood. Thankfully, Zoey didn't investigate further.
"Um, Ma'am? Mom wants me to wear these heels, but I don't really know how to walk in them." I whined softly.
"So?" Zoey asked with deliberate indifference.
"Um, can you please teach me? Please?" I said in my most needy voice, clasping my hands in front of my sister.
"Why should I?" Zoey asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I'll...um..." I answered, or rather, didn't answer because I was unable to think of anything.
"You're already going to do anything I want. So there's nothing in it for me." Zoey said, shrugging as she returned her attention to her phone.
"Please Ma'am!" I begged again, not knowing what else to say.
Zoey's attention stayed on her phone, so it was time for the big guns. I walked up to my sister and dropped to my knees with my hands still clasped in supplication. Zoey had already implicitly denied me, but I had to take a chance at angering her if she was going to help me.
"Ugh, fine!" Zoey said in exasperation as she set her phone down on her desk.
"Thank you, Ma'am!" I said in relief as I stood up in front of her.
"Yeah, yeah. So first things first; heel to toe. Put your heel down before your toes." Zoey said, pointing at the far end of her room.
I followed Zoey's advice and walked heel to toe. Immediately I noticed an improvement in my balance. I smiled at Zoey as I walked back to her, feeling grateful already.
"Take smaller steps. Like, half the length of the ones you're doing now." Zoey said, holding her hands a short distance apart to demonstrate.
I took smaller, daintier steps and noticed how easy it was becoming to walk. My 4-inch heels were becoming almost comfortable now. I clapped to myself excitedly as I realized I could do this.
"Good job, Nicole. Your butt wiggles more when you take those kind of steps too." Zoey said, smiling at me.
"Thank you so much, Ma'am!" I said, making a deeper curtsy to Zoey than usual.
"Sure, sure. Now go do your chores." My sister said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.
I walked out with a bounce in my step. My new maid's outfit and high heels made me feel quite sexy, and I felt no chore was too difficult for me at the moment. This was turning out more fun than I thought it would be!
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Did I say I could do any chore? That was before I saw the disaster area that was Caleb's closet. His main room was dirty and disorganized enough, with his clothes and baseball gloves and cleats everywhere, but I found out quickly that Caleb's closet was full to bursting. I opened the door and immediately tried to close it before a mountain of debris washed out. I couldn't push strongly enough to close it myself and had to beg Caleb for help. He smiled at my weak efforts and pushed it shut with one hand.
"T-Thank you, Sir." I said, panting heavily.
"Don't mention it, Nicole. I know fairies like you need a little help sometimes." Caleb said, chuckling.
I blushed at Caleb's determined though confused way of both calling me gay and by a girl's name at the same time. Logic had never been Caleb's strong suit, however.
"Can you open it slowly for me, Sir, Mom said to reorganize your room." I said, making a small gesture toward the door.
"Sure, Nicole. Then maybe you could do something for me." Caleb said, grinning at me.
Caleb opened the door let a wave of debris spill out onto the floor. Old textbooks, toys, and candy wrappers were now littered everywhere. I gaped at the mess for a moment before closing my mouth. I kept it closed tight before I ended up telling Caleb that I could have done that. But talking back to Caleb had never gone well for me in the past. I simply sighed and asked him about what kind of favor in return for his dubious service.
"...What would that be, Sir?" I asked cautiously.
"I've always thought that it's unfair that the baseball team doesn't have any cheerleaders. Maybe if you were there, wearing something cute to cheer on the team, it would boost morale." Caleb said, his eyes shining wickedly.
"Y-You mean...outside? I can't!" I said immediately, cringing at the thought.
"You can't? That doesn't sound like something a good maid would say." Caleb said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"But I can't do anything like that outside!" I protested.
"Yes, you can. The only question is, are you going to do it before I have to flip up your skirt and paddle your ass on that bed, or after?" Caleb asked coolly.
I whitened at the thought of getting punished by Caleb's strong arms. My mother's arms brought plenty of pain to my butt themselves, and she wasn't nearly as strong as Caleb. I unconsciously covered my butt with my hands to protect it, and that gesture did not go unnoticed by Caleb. He smiled and took a step towards me. I quickly backed up and held my hands out in submission.
"O-Okay, I'll do it, Sir!" I whined, frowning.
"Good. But I don't know if I like being called 'Sir'. How about 'Master Caleb'?" Caleb said, rubbing his chin in false consideration.
"....Yes, Master Caleb." I said sulkily, adjusting to my brother's apparent title.
"Alright then, Nicole. Get cracking on cleaning up my room. I have to go to practice. I might bring a few friends over later. If I do, you'll show them some hospitality, yeah?" Caleb said with a smirk, daring me to say no.
"Yes, Master Caleb." I said, curtsying automatically. I knew now that refusing any order would mean a paddling from my brother.
"It's nice to have a maid. I should have put you in Zoey's panties and showed Mom years ago." Caleb said, shaking his head regretfully.
I said nothing in response. I simply kept my eyes lowered in submission and hoped Caleb would get tired of teasing me. Eventually he did, after changing his shirt. He made sure to drop it on the floor instead of tossing it into the hamper that was two feet to the left.
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Unbelivable, how clear and symbolic you can write! Wether Nicki will regret, being a obedient maid ? It must be a great feeling, slowly but not to surely, have to give up his whol liberty, and continue to sinking in his immaturety, to be a good and obey maid.
(This was hard to write for me, because i learn the english language by this way.) ::)