Mrs Witherspoon had our waitress’s uniform on hangers. They were black dresses, with white collars and puffy short sleeves. There was a white apron tied around the waist and a little white headpiece. Luckily she said we could wear flat shoes. If any of Brenda’s friends didn’t know I was a sissy yet, they sure would know after this. Mrs Witherspoon went on.


“The first service will be pre dinner drinks and canapés. People will be gathered in the garden and you two will be walking around with plates of food and drinks. You will have champagne, wine, beer and sparkling water. If a guest wants something else you will have to get it for them as soon as possible.”


Mother then said,


“If anyone has to wait too long for a drink there will be hell to pay Georgie, understand!”


“Yes Mother.”


“Yes Mrs Falwell.”


We both replied.


Mrs Witherspoon continued,


“Then the guests will move into the main reception area and will be seated at their tables. We will have  a board with everyone’s name and which table they are at, you two are to help anyone who cannot find their table. Then the first service will be entree. Normally I would have 4 waitresses for a party of 80 but as we only have the two of you, you will have to hurry. No dawdling or talking to guests understand?”


“Yes, Mrs Witherspoon” we replied in unison.


“Entree will have to then be cleared before main course is served. After main course is cleared, champagne will have to be served for the speeches and toasts. Once the bridal waltz is finished and  guests are dancing, you will then serve dessert. After clearing dessert you will continue serving drinks to the end. You are going to be busy girls aren’t you?”


“Yes Mrs Witherspoon.”


Mother then spoke,




“At the church, the two of you are to greet all the guests and hand them the program on arrival.
As you hand the program you will say, “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda and Matthew are so glad you could be here today.”


Brenda then added,


“Can they say “Welcome to Brenda and Matthew’s wedding, Brenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams and the couple is so glad you could be here to witness it.”


“Yes much better.” said Mother.


What had got into Brenda? I thought. Mother then continued,


“During the service you will stand at the back of the church for the ceremony.  After the ceremony you will quickly tidy up the church, then sweep up the confetti and then hurry over to the reception hall and report to Mrs Witherspoon. Understand?”


“Yes Mother.”


“Yes Mrs Falwell.”


I raised my hand to ask a question of Mother. Before I could speak Mrs Witherspoon said,


“You have trained her so well Eleanor, needing permission to speak.”


“Thank you, and if it is a question he should know the answer to, he has learned it is better not to ask. A sissy maid should be seen and not heard I always say. All his little brain is good for is processing orders.”


The ladies had a good laugh.


“Well, what is it Georgie?”


“What am I to wear to the church Mother?”


“There obviously will not be enough time for you to change silly girl! You will be wearing the waitress uniform Mrs Witherspoon just gave you. I will record a demerit for that silly question.”


“What did I tell you…”


Again both ladies laughed.


“Now the both of you clean up the kitchen, there is some left over vegetables in the fridge. Eat them quickly, no time to heat them up then drive Georgette home. Then back home and straight to bed Georgie, you have a big day tomorrow. But before you go Georgie could you just sign this doc-ument, Brenda needs your signature before the wedding.”


I looked at the piece of paper, all it had on it was a place for name signature and date, and the same for the witness. Down the bottom of the page it said page 18. I thought that was odd and hesitated.


“Quick now.” said Mother


“You don’t want me to start reviewing your demerit book do you?”


I managed to  quash my reservations and sign the doc-ument and then proceeded to forget about it.


I ate the distasteful cold mush and then the both of us cleaned up the kitchen. Mother and Brenda had made a huge mess while I was out. Georgette had already eaten so I had to ensure I ate all of the disgusting cold mess myself. As we may have been in earshot of Mother we dare not speak to each other. It was only in the car that I managed to talk to Georgette.


“How did you get roped into this Georgette?”


“Your Mother in Law invited Mistress Vivian and Mistress Kimberly to the wedding. Vivian rang your Mother in law to accept. They got talking and the next thing I knew Vivian had volunteered me to help you. She came off the phone and said,


“Good news Georgette, you have been invited to a wedding and you get to go with your girlfriend Georgie.”


At first I thought that sounded interesting but when she started laughing. She didn’t tell me anymore until she dropped me over at you Mother in laws place tonight. I soon realised it wasn’t go to be much fun! Anyway we will have to be on our best behaviour.”


“Yes, the place is going to be full of women who will not hesitate to tell Mother if we fail in any way!”


As I dropped off Georgette, he leaned over and said,


“I will do my best to help us to get us through this Georgie.”


“Thanks Georgette”


He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I couldn’t help myself and responded and returned the kiss. Soon we were kissing passionately. I was so starved of love and affection, I don’t know what came over me. I would never have dreamed of kissing a man before Mother took control of my life. Sexually frustrated and totally dominated, feminised and emasculated. She had changed me.


Just then the car door opened. It was Mistress Vivian!


“What have we here? the two love birds going for it. Get out now Georgette!”


She yelled at Georgette.


“Eleanor will be hearing about this. You two obviously can’t be trusted to be alone together! Go home now Georgie!”


Georgette got out of the door. I saw Mistress Vivian grab him by the earlobe and march him up the stairs. There were going to be consequences for me too. My head was spinning what had become of me?


The morning of the wedding, the house was all abuzz as Brenda was getting ready. My role was to just to serve food, fetch drinks and other things any of the ladies needed. The bridesmaids looked absolutely stunning in their magenta evening dresses. I had to go over to the church before I got to see Brenda in her bridal gown.


The greeting of the guests as they arrived at the church was an absolute nightmare of a humiliation. Especially having to say,


 â€śBrenda is so excited to be marrying the man of her dreams” to Brenda’s friends who knew me before Mother had taken charge of my life. The laughing and the whispered comments as they walked past were excruciating. Matthew and the groomsmen arrived early. As he walked into the church Matthew introduce me to the his groomsmen.


“So this is Brenda’s ex!”


 said William, who then started to laugh. Matthew then said,


“I think my shoes could do with a last minute shine.” and handed me a handkerchief.


“I think that is a job for a maid.”


I knelt down and started cleaning his shoes. The other groomsmen laughed and then made me clean their shoes too. Matthew really new how to rub salt into my wounds of humiliation.


Then there were the ladies from the church. One of them just grabbed the program out of my hands, pursed her lips and shook her head disapprovingly before walking off. Mrs Richardson actually said,


“Brenda is so lucky to be rid of you, thank God for Eleanor who helped her see the light.”


Then Miss and Mrs Von Donnersmack walked in. Claire couldn’t help herself and after I said my obligatory greeting she said,


“I am sure Brenda is excited not only to be marrying Matthew but also to be rid of a fairy like you Georgie! You are a mistake of a man. ”


After that Georgette could see the humiliations were getting to me. Tears were forming in my eyes and he came over and put his arm around me to console me. Mrs Von Donnersmack then snapped,


“There will be none of that homosexual activity in the House of God, seperate this instant the two of you!”


We quickly separated and I knew that Mother would find out about that instant and there would be even more trouble later.


Then one of Brenda’s old friends, Amanda arrived with her husband. They had come from interstate. I hadn’t seen her since my wedding to Brenda.


“George is that you? Oh my God!”


What was I to say? AlI I could manage was a meek “yes”.


She said something to her husband who raised his eyebrows and walked into the church shaking his head. The humiliations I had to endure with this greeting job were piling one on top of the other. Any male ego I might have had left was evaporating in this public shaming.


Finally Brenda arrived. Mother was with her and would be walking her down the aisle. Brenda looked absolutely immaculate and adorable. While it may have been my prolonged chastity and denial playing tricks on my mind , she seemed even more beautiful than she did on my wedding day with her. After all that happened I still loved and adored this woman and this was breaking my heart. She didn’t even acknowledge me as she walked past.


Finally the service began and I watched the whole ceremony from he back of the Church. As Brenda said her “I do," tears welled up again. It was the last nail in the coffin of any hope I had of us ever getting back together. As the couple walked out of the church the guests started showering them with confetti. Georgette and I got stuck into cleaning up the church while the guests mingled and photo’s were taken outside the church. There was a couple of hours before the reception, the couple would be getting some professional photo’s taken in a nearby garden. We then got stuck into cleaning up the confetti. There was a bit of a breeze and it seemed to have blown the confetti everywhere. Some had blown under a table in the porch of the church. I was down on my hands and knees trying to sweep it up with a dustpan and small broom when I heard Miss Von Donnersmack laugh. I looked up and she was taking a photo of me!


“I will send you this photo Georgie. the perfect wedding souvenir for you, sweeping up the confetti from your ex wife’s wedding. In fact I am friends with Brenda on Facebook now, I think I will post it there!”


Her laughter rang in my ears and I sunk deeper into misery.


After cleaning up we rushed over the Reception Hall. Mrs Witherspoon put us to work straight away. Setting the tables, laying out glasses for the bar staff and general tidying up. The guests started arriving and Georgie and I began with the trays of drinks. We had glasses of champagne, beer and sparkling water on our trays. While most guests were happy the orders for other drinks kept coming too. Miss Von Donnersmack wanted Lemon Lime and Bitters (she was still under the legal age for drinking alcohol) and she had then knack of asking me at my most stressed out moments. Before I knew it I was running back and forth to the bar as well as re stocking my tray with drinks for the other guests. Canapés had to be served too and I was getting drink orders as people finished their first drinks. This job needed a lot more than two waitresses and was getting very stressful. I was trying to remember orders while serving canapés and inevitably I forgot one or two and had to be asked a second time. I hoped in vain it wouldn’t be reported to Mother.


Serving entree and dinner was even more stressful. A number of guests had special dietary requirements which had been catered for but of course no one told us. It meant running back to the kitchen. The service would also be interrupted by more drink orders. Miss Von Donnersmack was ordering drinks even before she was finished her last drink, I was sure just to annoy me. We were being run ragged! I have never worked so hard in my life.


As some guests consumed more alcohol they were getting louder and more demanding. I ran into Georgette in the kitchen who was looking stressed out and shaken.


“What’s up Georgette?”


“It’s that groomsmen William, he keeps groping me whenever I serve him a drink. He is disgusting, I don’t think I can put up with it anymore.”


My heart went out to Georgette. She had been roped into this unfairly. I had witnessed Miss Kimberly telling him off for forgetting a drink for someone on their table. It was awful being told off in public like this. Now he had to put up with the groping William. I told him I would start looking after the bridal table.


I returned with William's Scotch.


“Your drink SIr.”


“Oh they have sent me a new faggot, the last one spilled some drink on my shoe can you bend down and clean it off. “


I grabbed a tissue , his shoe was fine but I wiped it anyway. My crotch was now out of view, blocked by the table and he reached down and squeezed my balls hard. It took all my effort not to scream. I got up quickly. William was laughing.


“Get Robert another Scotch too faggot.”


“And make it snappy.” said the other groomsman Robert.


I could now see why Georgette was so upset. These two were obnoxious and horrible. I hurried off to get the drink.


Finally it was time for the speeches. We had to hurry to make sure everyone had champagne or an alternative for the toasts. It was a slight rest for Georgette and I, though we were on standby with champagne bottles if anyone needed a top up.

I suspect the author does indeed make a choice to discontinue their story this could be because of health issues or real life getting in the way of things or a general lack of response from the readership. It takes time to plan a story and more time still to write it. But because it appears as if by magic and free to read most readers don't feel under any obligation to comment on the hard work of the author which can be discouraging. The reason my story is not progressing is a lot of the former and a little of the latter. But I assure you I continue to work on it and will be posted when I consider it to be ready, reader comments or not.

As I walked out of the hotel, I was trying to wipe the c-um off my face. I had to walk past a few people and tried to hide my face from them. I felt so humiliated. I felt so used. I had never done that to a man before. I knew I wasn’t gay but I couldn’t deny getting aroused, my coc-k straining in its cage. Surely it was just the chastity. My head was spinning with doubt and anxiety. I saw a clock in the lobby it was already 11:05 and it was a 15 minute drive to the church. To make matters worse Matthew told Mother I had left 10 minutes ago so they would be expecting me any minute, There would be hell to pay for keeping Mrs Von Donnersmack waiting.


I pulled up out the front of the church and there was Mrs Von Donnersmack with Miss ClaireVon Donnersmack too. Both were looking mighty angry. Miss Von Donnersmack with her hands on hips.


“Where the hell have you been and it looks like you haven't cleaned your face!”


I squirmed in embarrassment and fear, I thought I had wiped all of Sir Matthews c-um off my face. I hope she didn’t notice what it was.


“Hand me your demerit book Georgie.”


“Sorry Mrs Von Donnersmack I left it in the car.”


“Well, get it NOW!”  She was screaming.


I quickly ran to get my demerit book. I handed it to her and she started writing in it.


“Well, I have things to do today, which I am now going to be late for thanks to you. Claire has kindly agreed to supervise your cleaning duties. I hope for your sake Georgie you do a good job! Goodbye!”


She gave Claire (or as I had to call her Miss Von Donnersmack) the demerit book and a kiss and then left.


“Bye Mother.”


“Goodbye Mrs Donnersmack.”


“Follow me Georgie” said Miss Von Donnersmack.


I walked behind Miss Von Donnersmack and couldn’t help appreciate her perfectly shaped bottom. My mind had been conditioned now with fear and I immediately averted my gaze. Mothers strict training was working.


The church looked pretty clean from what I could see, I thought this shouldn’t take too long. How wrong I could be! Miss Von Donnersmack led me through the church and around through the vestry to the utility room. She ordered me to get some rags, a window cleaner, wood polish, glass cleaner and a ladder.We returned to the church.


“First job Georgie is the windows. First clean with the window cleaner and rag and then with the squeegee, they are to be perfect, no streaks , no marks nothing understand?”


Her voice was immediately very bossy, she was a natural.


Start with the feature window behind the altar then work your around inside and then outside.


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack”


It was a huge job, the feature window was stained glass and was about 20 metres high and 10 metres wide. Being stained glass it was harder to notice any dirty marks but the lead that marked of the different coloured areas meant it was not a smooth surface and not easily squeegeed. This was going to take a while.


“I am putting a timer on you Georgie. You have two and a half hours  to finish the windows. It is 11:30 am now, I will be back at 2pm hours to inspect.” With that she walked out of the church. There would be no lunch break for me.


Besides the stained glass feature window behind the altar there were 6 large windows that had to be cleaned inside and out. That gave me a little over 10 minutes on each window surface! I would have to hurry. For the next 2 and a half hours I worked as hard and as fast as I could. When I changed windows, I would quickly climb down and run with the ladder to the next window.  It was often hard to know if a stain was on the side you were cleaning or the other side and I would over compensate and rub harder to make sure. I was just starting on the last window and looked at the clock it was 1:55pm. I wasn’t going to finish in time. I then heard the sounds of two young women talking, I looked down and it was Miss Von Donnersmack and another girl with her who I didn’t know. She looked a bit older than Miss Von Donnersmack and very street smart and tough. She was wearing a tight fitting singlet top, which displayed some ample cleavage, tight denim shorts with those fashionable rips in them and a back the front baseball cap suppressed her frizzy black hair that spilled out behind. She also had two nose piercings. She had strong muscular arms and taut legs. She was wearing a pair of black heeled boots too. She looked a world apart from the straight laced Miss Von Donnersmack.


I kept working at the window as fast as I could but before I could finish it I heard Miss Von Donnersmack call out.


“Times up Georgie, get down her now!”


“Please Mis von Donnersmack I am nearly finished.”


“Don’t talk back to me, get down here now! There will be consequences for back chat!”


“Oh shit” more trouble I thought to myself and scurried down the ladder.


I stood before the two girls nervously.


“This is my friend Thalia Georgie, you will call her Ms Thalia understood?”


“Yes Miss von Donnersmack, Hello Ms Thalia.”


Ms Thalia ignored me but said to Claire.


“So this is the faggot you were talking about Claire, Ha! Pathetic!”


The sneering way she said “faggot” made my skin crawl.


“Can I see his cage Claire?”


“Show Thalia your cage Georgie!”


I hesitated, surely she wasn’t serious? We were in a church for goodness sake and I had never met this girl Thalia before.


“But Miss Von Donnersmack, please, not here….”


With that Ms Thalia slapped me across my face.


“Claire said show me your cage, so show me faggot!”


Her voice was aggressive, threatening.


“You don’t want me to tell your Mother in law you were disobedient Georgie.” said Miss Von Donnersmack.


My feeble resistance melted, I pulled up my dress and lowered my panties, revealing my cage enclosed coc-k. Thalia began laughing.


“That is so messed up! Ha Ha! He really he can’t get it off!”


She then pulled at my coc-k cage hard, hurting me. I cried out and she just laughed harder.


“Please stop it Ms Thalia.”


“Don’t tell me what to do sissy fag! Or Claire will tell your Mummy how naughty you are!”


They both laughed harder. I was awash with shame and humiliation.


She yanked my cage again upwards hard, then pulled it down. I cried out again.


As she pulled it, Ms Thalia said, “Now repeat after me….I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”


“W,w,w,wwhat?” I said mumbling in disbelief. She then slapped me hard across the face.


“Say it faggot!” she raised her voice threateningly. My face was stinging


“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k mens coc-ks.”


“Say it again, louder this time fag”


This was so cruel, I could hear Miss Von Donnersmack giggling but couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier incident with Matthew.


“I am a sissy faggot who loves to suc-k Men’s coc-ks.”


They were both shrieking with laughter now. Ms Thalia  then yanked down hard on my chastity cage.


Then she let go, stepped back and kicked me in my balls, I yelled out loudly and collapsed on the floor in agony.


The two girls were laughing hysterically now


Miss Von Donnersmack then said.


“Get up Georgie! We have to punish it now Thalia, It didn’t finish the windows in time.”


The two sadistic bitches laughed and smiled, they were enjoying this.


“What shall we do to punish him Thalia?”


“You mean punish HER!”


There was more cruel laughter at my expense.


Thalia then said, “I think 3 more kicks to its balls.”


“Please No, I beg MsThalia.” I was desperate not to experience that again but I got no mercy from Ms Thalia, she said,


“Shut up fag, now spread your legs and get you hands behind your head.”


I did as I was told and stood there shaking in nervous fear and anticipation. All my instincts wanted to cover my balls and protect them, it was like overcoming a magnetic force to get my hands back behind my head. Somehow I did it. I watched Thalia swing her foot back and then land another cruel kick right in my balls, forcing the caged coc-k to push up. I cried out in absolute agony and fell again lying on he floor. Curled up in excruciating pain.


“Get up fag, hands behind your head now!” Ms Thalia hissed at me. She gave me no time to recover.


My balls were killing me, I was weak in the knees, sweat pouring off my face. I felt sick and overcome with fear. But somehow I found the strength to obey and forced myself back up and into position. Ms Thalia had a smile of pure evil on her face. I was overcome with fearful dread. Then kick!


“Ahhhhh” I was floored again, the pain on top of the pain excruciating.Buckled up and clasping my crotch. I could feel tears roll down my cheek.


“Look, it’s crying!” said Ms Thalia.


“His mother in law is always saying how much of a cry baby he is. That is why she dresses him up in girls clothes, isn’t it Georgie?”


I was in too much pain to reply, sobbing on the floor.


“Answer her faggot or there will be an extra kick.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I managed to say through my tears.


“Yes what?” barked Ms Thalia


“Mother says I am a cry baby and have to wear girls clothes.”


They were laughing so much now, both of these cruel bitches revelling in my torment.


“One more to go now, get up you pathetic fairy.”


“Please Ms Thalia….Please…I don’t think I can take it….”


I was begging through my tears.


“Cut the snivelling and get in position, NOW!”


This girl was cruelty personified, she had no mercy in her soul. I forced myself into position for the final kick. She raised her leg back and then stopped the kick just before it would have hit me. Nevertheless I was so on edge, I cried out and fell down again just from the anticipation. I was so scared now and on edge.


The girls of course found this so amusing. There were three more “dummy” kicks before she landed the final blow. Once more sending me into the heights of the most intense awful pain. I felt sick to my stomach and was genuinely crying now. I was a total wreck curled up on the floor. I had never known pain like this. This girl was a right bitch. After a moment Miss Von Donnersmack said,


“Right Georgie, next job is to polish all the pews and then wash all the floors. There is a bucket with a sponge it up the back of the church. Work your way from the front back to the back doors. You have till 6pm to finish it.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.” I replied gingerly. I saw the bucket in the distance and noticed there was no mop.


“Where is the mop Miss Von Donnersmack?”


“You can’t clean a floor properly with a mop Georgie, there is a sponge in the bucket, you will be doing it on your hands and knees. Make sure you get under the pews and don’t miss an inch or I will have to report you to Mrs Falwell.”


She had to be kidding! The Church was so large. Cleaning a kitchen on hands and knees was a big job but all of the church? This would be a misery, especially with my aching balls.


“I will be back at 6pm and you better be finished Georgie if you know what’s good for you.”


“Yes Miss Von Donnersmack.”


The two girls turned around to walk out, then Miss Von Donnersmack turned back and whispered to me.


“Don’t you dare tell my mother that Thalia was here or you will pay dearly!”


Here tone was threatening.


“No Miss Von Donnersmack.”


For the next four hours I slaved away, worried I wouldn’t have time to complete the tasks. I deduced from the warning that Mrs Von Donnersmack did not approve of Thalia and Miss Von Donnersmack may be in trouble if she found out. I was so angry at the two girls I tried to think of a way to help Mrs Von Donnersmack find out but I came to my senses. Those sort of ideas would only bad for me.


At 5:55pm, I was just finishing the last part of the floor near the back doors. I was exhausted and starving, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. My back hurt, my knees hurt, my hand hurt from all the scrubbing. My balls still ached from the brutal kicking too.


Miss Von Donnersmack returned and a few moments later Mrs Von Donnersmack and Pastor Vorster arrived. They all greeted each other but ignored me as I finished the part of the floor. They walked through the church inspecting my work. I was surprised by the next thing I heard. It was Pastor Vorster speaking,


“You have done a brilliant job Claire, the church looks in tip top condition. I can’t believe how much lighter it is with windows so clean, normally you wouldn’t be able to see in here without lights at this time.”


Why was Miss Von Donnersmack being praised I thought to myself? Then Mrs Von Donnersmack said,


“Yes, I am very proud of her for giving up a Friday of her holiday to supervise the cleaning of the church for the wedding, I am sure it wasn’t easy keeping Georgie focussed.”


I had been slaving all day and Miss Von Donnersmack was getting the praise for the way she kept me focussed! Pastor Vorster then said.


“You are a natural born leader I think Claire, I can see you as a future CEO of a large company if you can get this sort of work out of those in your charge. And to give up a day of your holiday, so unselfish. I am sure Mrs Falwell will be very grateful to you.”


To give up a day! She was only here for a few minutes at the start to tell me what to do, came back with Thalia to punish me and then I didn’t see her again until 5 minutes ago!


Pastor Vorster then said,


“I saw Thalia Jackson as I was driving back, a few blocks from here. I can’t believe how much she has changed!” Mrs Von Donnersmack then said,


“It is such a shame, she came from a good family but has completely gone off the rails. The way she dresses is disgraceful and the way she speaks too, always swearing. I have forbidden Claire from seeing her. They used to be such good friends.”


“We should pray for her” said Pastor Vorster.


It was all making sense now. That is why Miss Von Donnersmack had warned me not to say anything. I looked up at her and she stared back. If looks could kill I would have died that very moment. I kept quiet. Mrs Von Donnersmack then said to Miss Von Donnersmack.


“Did you have to record any infractions in Georgie’s demerit book Claire?”


“Yes, Mother, I sure did. She was too slow cleaning the windows, I gave her ample time but she took too long. I popped out to have a lunch and when I came back I caught her lying down having a rest! She back chatted on three occasions too. She also missed a patch of the floor under one of the pews. I have put it all in the book”


Pastor Vorster said,


“Eleanor will be deal with that when Georgie gets home, it is good to see you so vigilant and thorough correcting her Claire, I am impressed with your management skills. I will talk to Eleanor, I think it would be good for your development if you were involved in Georgie’s consequences too.”


“I’d be more than happy to Pastor Vorster.” piped up Miss Von Donnersmack enthusiastically.


“You are such an impressive young lady Claire, I can see a great career in management for you. A natural born leader. Honestly I have never seen the church cleaner and looking better because of your fine management skills.”


Pastor Vorster then turned to Mrs Von Donnersmack and said,


“Claire is part of the next generation of strong young female leaders in society, you have done very well raising her,”


“Thank you Pastor,” said Mrs Von Donnersmack.


I couldn’t believe it! I had been slaving away all day, Miss Von Donnersmack had done hardly anything! She set me to work then set off for the day, probably just hanging out with Ms Thalia, She came back for about 15 minutes to humiliate and hurt me and that was it. Now she was getting all the credit for all the work I had done and I was going to get more punishment when I got home. I was so tempted to speak up about Ms Thalia, I knew I could get Miss Von Donnersmack in a lot of trouble if she found out but my better sense got hold of me and I bit my tongue. To think I would be believed was too stupid an idea. It would end in more punishment without doubt. As usual I just suc-ked it up. Miss Von Donnersmack handed me my demerit book and dismissed me.


I arrived home and immediately heard Mother say,


“Georgie, come here immediately!”


I went into the lounge room and Mother and Brenda were sitting on the lounge together with another woman who I had not met before. Also there to my surprise was Georgette, the sissy from the “Ladies only” store who Mother now called my girlfriend. I stood before them handing my demerit book to Mother. She took it off me and for once didn’t open it.


“I will look at that later Georgie, this is Mrs Witherspoon who is doing the catering for the reception tomorrow. You know Georgette, give her a kiss.”


“Good evening Mrs Witherspoon.” I said meekly.


I walked over to Georgette and gave her a kiss on the cheek, I felt so embarrassed.


“That's not how you kiss your girlfriend Georgie, kiss her on the lips.” said Brenda.


Georgette blushed too as we kissed on the lips.


“So this is Georgie! Eleanor has told me you and Georgette have volunteered to be waitresses and general dogsbody’s  for me at the wedding reception tomorrow. It makes the event much cheaper for Matthew and Brenda because  I can save two casual staff wages. Now as soon as the wedding is over the two of you are to come straight to the reception. You will be dressed in these uniforms and get ready to work your little butts off!”

Delightful story, I was going to say poor Percy, but, I think he will inwardly be so excited looking forward to being made to wear all those adorable little girls dresses and rhumba knickers. Perhaps he will get overexcited and make a mess in his knickers ad be totally humiliated being put back in nappies?. Just a thought. Look forward to next chapters.

Another great story by DaraJaney. I like the pace of your stories. Not too fast and not too slow. Keep up the good work.