Daughter puts Daddy in his place

[nancy_gurl11]

Allen was crying softly to himself. He was so confused as he stood in the corner of the living room, fingering the edge of his skirt. The only eyes to see his shame was his 14 year old daughter and she was watching tean beat or some such thing, only occasionally glancing his way.



Please Connie may I dress in my regular clothes now, please. Pretty please honey, may I huh.



She was ignoring his blubbering and sobbing and most of all his pleas. It was the sissy's own fault she reasoned. Sides, he makes a good girlie, much better than a daddy anyway. Connie had not treated her father as an authority figure for quite some time. Her mother did not, not her Aunt Margie, so why should she. No it had become quietly unanimous that Allen was bossed about and treated little better than household help for some time now. She smiled a cruel little smile as she thought about the tiny slight little man standing in the corner wearing one of her old dresses. She would normally have thrown them out or at least donated them to a good cause but for some subconcious reason she had kept them. Them were four frocks that she had not actually worn for two, or maybe three years now. Well she realized what she knew all along. They were for him.



Pauline was home. They both heard her key in the door at the same time and had different reactions. Allen's head jerked fearfully toward the sound and his feet started to turn as if to run and hide.



Stay! She had commanded him. I did not tell you that your punishment was over Annie. Well, did I. She was looking down at him. She was wearing her riding boots with the tallest heels. It had been her day to ride. That was how it all started. Allen was given the task to pick Connie up precisely at 2 o'clock. Pauline who also rode would normally had since she enjoyed mingling with the horsey set, but she had an important meeting at the office this fine Saturday.



So what's all this. Why are you dressed like a little baby girl my husband,

Hmmm?



Alan tried desparately to speak but his chest just heaved and his voice became sobs of humiliated jibberish.



OH for heaven's sake Connie said to her mother. Annie was impossible today. First he was almost a half hour late picking me up. Then she failed to apologise appropriately and finally, when I gave his bottie a few whacks with my crop he began bawling like a baby. I was so embarrassed!



Pauline was laughing now, just little giggles at first and then unable to hold back it became loud whoops and chuckles. When she had regained her composure she said I'm sorry Dear I know you have had a trying day, its just that he looks so pathetic in that dress of yours. My God it must be five years old. It looks good on him but you really should get him something nicer to wear if he is to be petticoated from now on.



Allen began to sob in earnest now as he realized his wife was siding with their daughter and even more, was suggesting that his daughter might dress him as a sissy from now on. Until when... forever?!



Later that day. Connie still wearing her riding clothes and boots and Pauline and her sister Margie were talking to an old fried. Carol owned a woman's wear store in the local mall and was quite receptive to their ideas, as she was familiar with Allen's wimpish ways. It didn't hurt also that they were buying frillies for a man who had none to start with so she stood to make a nice profit for the day. Allen; or Annie as they had all taken to calling him was kneeling in the dressing area in front of them. Carol suggested to Pauline that as it was not crowded in the store, they would not have to inconvenience Annie by sending her off to the dressing room and then traipsing back to show them all the latest ensomble. Pauline agreed and Margie just grinned.



Alice buckled the shiney size black 6.5 patent leather MJ's on and stood. He looked more infantile with each outfit and it seemed the consensus was that this purple bonnet, matching purple brief top and full panty was the final selection. Purple anklets completed Annies sissy look and they were soon out the door of the shop, after promising Carol that she could come over and visit real soon.



Annie carried the bags and bags of treats, as his wife called them. The two pair of very pretty shoes were the only heavy things so he managed very well. She was certainly up to carrying bags of panties and slips and baby dolls etc. They discussed taking him to the hairdresser or the makeup counter for a make over but in the end they decided the intent was not to make a woman out or her, just a sissy is all. That was all.



Connie had many enjoyable hours with her father as she became his babysitter and monitored his outfits and his activities. She was a cruel girl. She never hurt him seriously, as she was not that kind of cruel. She did however hurt him emotionally as he was continually shamed and then when he complained she would punish with the paddle or the crop. Pauline had forbidden him to work outside the home as it was unnecessary and just gave him ideas that he did not need to have.



Connie eventually grew up and married leaving Annie to finish her days as the maid for Pauline and her sister. He eventually learned to accept that this was what he was meant to be and lived happily ever after.

[nancy_gurl11]

That Sunday, Alan was put in his sissy clothes by Connie as she woke him early. Pauline had made her hubbie sleep in the guest room so his early rising did not disturb her. Connie watched her father remove his virginal white baby doll nighty that she had lent him last night. There was nothing sexual about his nudity. It was as if she were actually watching the new maid get prepared for the day. She thought to herself. "I must get her a proper uniform soon. It would help her adjust to her new station in life." She smiled and although Alan notice he did not understand why since it was not humerous to him, he assumed his daughter was sadistic like her mother and thought him ridiculous. The wimpish excuse for a man was not far wrong, but Connie thought of her father as someone to subdue and train as her little submissive twit rather than someone to be cruel to.



Quickly he was dressed in purple sissy clothes again with shiney black patent mj's. After brushing his teeth and coming his longish blonde hair, Connie sat him before the vanity and added two hair berets adorned with large floppy purple ribbons. She then made him turn and face her as she gripped his chin and lifted his face up so it was accessable.



"Now Annie, we must put some pretty paint on that sissy face of yours honey. You may be a male but that doesn't mean you have to walk around like a scruffy old man, which you are not and never have been", she added with a grin.



When done, he stood there with very pretty eyes, long flirty lashes and very kissable girly lips with bubblegum pink lip gloss and matching nails all round. Ok prissy, put your shoes and socks back on and let's start your training, hmmm. Alan started to pick up an anklet when Connie slapped it out of his hand. He was shocked and his mouth gaped open as he threatened to begin crying.



"Whenever I give you an order sweet thing, I expect an acknowledgement. You will say to me "Yes Miss", and give a little curtsey.



He hesitated, but cleared his throat and hastened to comply as his mind recalled the incident yesterday with her riding crop and how angry she had been with him.



"Yes Miss, I understand," he squeeked out as he performed a clumbsy curtsey that he hoped would suffice. How had he let this happen he thought to himself. I mean he was the father. Ok, she was taller than he and more athletic and possibly stronger though that had not been proven yet as he had not yet challenged her. He had been brainwashed over the last 15-20 years by a domineering wife and a household that seemed to always be filled with females issuing orders that he was expected to obey with no back sass. His own father had died before he was old enough for memories of him and his mother never remarried. She had had lovers of course, but many of them had been women as well and the males she took too were not of much use to Alan as manly role models.



"Better", was all she said. Now lean over that chair and present your backside to me for instruction. He moved slowly but with no hesitation as he knew what she intended to do, having experienced much instruction over the years from Pamula and whoever Pamula had named as his associate governess. He didn't actually have governesses; it was just his wife's sense of humor. Her sense of humor too often resulted in his bottom getting warmed by various instruments of terror, one of which was now in his lovely but cruel daughter's right hand.



Whack, Whack, Whack. Three quick swats to just slightly different spots on his somewhat femininely rounded tush.



He sniffled but did not cry. He was not going to encourage her if he could help it. She seemed indifferent to his crying or not, and told him to rise and follow her. She led him to the kitchen and turning him around, she tied a lacy apron around his waist, finishing in a flouncy bow.



"Ok, now Annie you have made breakfast many times so I don't have to tell you what to fix or how to cook. I do want to change the way you serve though. In the past it was all about preparation and delivery, today we begin taking you to the next level. Do you know what that is, sissy?"



"Uh, no Miss," he replied.



"Of course not, but you will learn, she retorted. Today you begin to learn how to be a housemaid. Now a housemaid has requirements. There is a certain manner of dress, a certain deportment, a language that is to be used, and there is a line of authority to be learned and observed. Follow?"



"Yes Miss," he replied meekly.



"Before we begin your training I will tell you how I intend to make you learn and learn quickly. If you fail to remember and observe the rules that I give you, you will be punished. If you surprise me and learn well and quickly, then you will be rewarded by not being punished. Get it?"



"Yes Miss," he said again and remembering to curtsey again.



"And just to remind you of how easy I am, I am going to let that missed curtsey go unpunished, but any future mistakes will see you taken to task. The first mistake will result in ten strokes with the cane. The next mistake will merit fifteen strokes and so on. To remove any strokes from your schedule will require you to initiate some activity on your part that is above and beyond the call of duty, and in this I am a tough taskmaster as I expect a lot of sissies."



Annie was trembling and he could not stop himself. The longer this went on the harder it would be to stop. He was excited by the fact that he was being humiliated by his own daughter and at the same time shamed that his little man was betraying that excitement. He knew he was a disgusting excuse for a man to be turned on by his own daughter, and especially by the fact that she was humiliating and beating him. He just looked at the floor with his face blushing and tears in his eyes.



He knew he deserved it when she lowered her arm and brought her cane down hard on his erection, Whack. He screamed and passed out.

[nancy_gurl11]

Annie checked the table again, making sure all was as it should be. He paused and it dawned on him as it did from time to time that as he spoke to himself he used his feminine name that Connie had given him three years ago. He shook his head and wiped his hands on his apron. He was not concerned with getting it dirty because he would replace it with a new serving apron his wife bought him last Christmas. It was still embarassing to unwrap all his presents and each one was a new blouse, a bra and panty set or negligee. Oh well, he thought as he stirred the gravy, I must get used to it. Accept it he thought.



He was not happily anticipating the arrival of their guests. His wife's guests he corrected himself. He wondered if she was still his wife. Was he her wife. Her maid.



He placed the wine goblets, beginning with the head of the table where instead of his wife, now would be Robert. Insufferable belittling Robert who came to their home a mere year ago as an exchange student renting a room. He knew his wife had hopes that the young med student and Connie would hit it off and a union would ensue that would mean security for the family and prestigue for Pauline in the circles she traveled in. But it was not to be. Connie met Harold. Harold was an older finance guru and not a bad catch. They were being married later that month and this was a kind of official family wedding planning dinner.



Robert was invited not as a tenant and former target but as the titular head of the household. When Connie spurned the wishes of her mother, Pauline was at first hurt but soon recovered. She continued to fawn over Robert as she had done when she was grooming him as her future son-in-law. It was not long before their relationship became one of dating. They first met and went to dinner from her work and then it evolved into both of them coming home and going out to dine or dance or whatever. Finally at the urging of her sister they just openly lived together as man and wife. He knew his wife was not concerned with his feelings but rather worried that since Robert was almost twenty years her junior that her status would be impuned. She was finally convince by Margie that with the new cougar rage that it would be enhanced and the household was changed from then on. Robert moved into the master bedroom. Alice did not have to move out as he had been moved to the small room over the garage some years before. He was however demoted from doormat and wimp to official maid and lackey.



The week that Robert moved his things into his wife's room he openly pawed her to her delight at every opportunity. Pauline was only slightly uncomfortable but soon hit upon the solution which was to make my life so uncomfortable that she could be at ease. She took me to a friend's dress shop post haste and they selected all manner of lingerie and domestic uniforms for me that day and then hustled me to the beauty parlor and my new personna was born. I was in every way than legally, Alice the maid. Margie was estatic, Pauline was at ease and shrugged as if why had she not done it sooner.



Connie was already moved out and living with her Harold but laughed in my face the first time she returned for a visit. She had not brought her intended and I suppose she wanted to prepare him for the way it was in the family home. Well that was some time ago and Harold was okay with it as long as Connie understood that he was a man, not a wimp and she did. Now they were all out having drinks, soon to arrive for dinner which the maid had better have ready and waiting if he knew what was good for her and good for her fanny. Alice began turning down the flame on all the dishes and looked around for her good apron as the sound of a car in the driveway signaled that the evening was about to begin.