I know this was published a while ago, but I just read it yesterday and today.

Another great story. I like how each boy can 'graduate' to the next level if they cooperate with their treatment.

Back To Training Pants
by
Mellow-Sadistic
 
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“That was so embarrassing!” Terry whined as she stepped inside her house, the woman who’d been appointed as her ‘Nanny’ following close behind. “Why did you have to make me sit in a stupid car seat? And why do you drive me to and from work in the first place? I can drive perfectly fine by myself!”
“I know you can, sweetie,” Nanny said patiently, “but it’s important that you get used to being dependent. Your regression sentence might be a light one, but the court appointed me as your Nanny for the next three years, and it’s my job to take care of you.” She slipped off Terry's dress and let it pool at the young woman’s feet, exposing her full chest and bra, and the thick cotton training pants between her legs. “So apart from the journey home, how was your first day back at work?” she asked kindly, noting with satisfaction that the front of Terry's pull-ups were slightly discoloured.
“It was awful!” Terry scowled. “They all made fun of me, and everyone kept asking to see my
 to see my
 my undies.”
“Poor baby,” Nanny cooed sympathetically. “But you can hardly blame them, can you? It is pretty silly, after all. A grown woman who’s still in potty training!” She let out a giggle.
“I’m not still in potty training!” Terry said angrily. But then she felt a sudden, hard spank to her rear, and she shut her mouth quickly.
Nanny didn’t come across as particularly strict, but even though Terry had only been in her custody for a couple of hours total, excluding the time she’d been at work, she’d learned that the woman was quick with a smack, and she had a firm hand. She wasn’t looking forward to her first trip over Nanny’s lap; so far Nanny had restricted herself to swatting her bottom while she stood, but Terrycould tell she was itching to administer a proper, over-the-knee spanking.
“Oh yes you are, little missy,” she said sternly. “You may not be in nappies, but you are most certainly not toilet trained. Not anymore. Your regression sentence made it quite plain that you will be spending the next three years in a state of perpetual potty training, living the partial lifestyle of a toddler. So let’s try that again. Are you potty trained yet, Tori?”
Blushing to the roots of her hair, Terry mumbled, “Not yet, Nanny.”
“Do you wear panties?”
“No, Nanny.”
“What do you wear, Terry ?”
“I wear
 I wear pull-ups, Nanny.”
“That’s right. And can you use the grown-up toilet?”
“Only
 only while I’m at work, Nanny.”
“And while you’re at home?”
“At home I have to
 I have to use my potty.” Terry felt like she was about to cry.
“But you don’t always make it in time, do you Terry?” Nanny asked sweetly, and Terry gritted her teeth. That was the rule she hated most. It was so ridiculous! Every time she used the toilet, she had to pee in her training pants for a few seconds first. It was disgusting. Terrycouldn’t stand the horrible sensation of wetting her pants, feeling her pee soak into her pull-ups and press against her skin. She’d felt totally absurd standing in front of the toilet at work and wetting herself deliberately, and Nanny’s assurances that she’d eventually start having accidents for real did nothing to make her feel better. It was like some horrible dream! All because she’d been caught inventing a few things for her newspaper column!
“No, Nanny, ” she said stiffly.
“No,” Nanny agreed, and then she started sniffing the air theatrically. “Uh-oh!” she sang happily. “I think Nanny smells wee-wee! Did little Terry have an accident today?”
Terrysquirmed on the spot and looked down at the floor, wishing it would swallow her up. Nanny reached out and slipped a finger into the front waistband of her training pants, pulling it out and peaking down at the yellowish padding inside. “Oopsie!” she trilled. “Silly girl, Terry You’re supposed to do your pee-pees in the potty, not your pants!” She let the waistband snap back, smiling broadly. Then she frowned a little, leaned close, and sniffed again. “Terry,” she said warningly, “I’ll let you off this time because I didn’t say it explicitly, but from now on perfume is a no-no. If you want something to cover up that icky wee-wee smell, then I’ll start putting baby powder on your tushy in the mornings, okay?”
Terry groaned. The smell of urine had followed her around all day. It would only be more obvious if she wasn’t allowed to wear perfume! But would smelling like baby powder really be any better?
“Yes, Nanny,” she pouted.
“Good girl. Now, let’s finish getting you undressed!”
Terry was pleased that she’d at least be allowed out of her yucky pull-ups, but instead of reaching for her training pants again, Nanny stepped behind her back and started to unclasp her bra.
“W-what are you doing?!” Terryasked, taken aback.
“Little girls don’t need bras, honey,” said Nanny. “You can have it back when I dress you for work tomorrow. You don’t need anything but your training pants when you’re playing around the house, okay?”
A flush rose to Terry's cheeks as her bra was pulled away, freeing her large breasts.
“Oh my goodness,” Nanny tittered. “You do have big boobies, don’t you baby? Look at the size of those knockers!”
Terryturned scarlet and lifted her hands to cover her chest, but Nanny smacked them away. “Uh-uh, sweetie. No covering up. You don’t have modesty anymore. If you’ve got big boobies, you’ll just have to let them jiggle about.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Now come along, Miss Melons,” she said with another giggle, taking Terry by the hand and leading her further into the house, “It’s potty time!”
Terryfelt disoriented by Nanny’s abrupt switch from treating her like a toddler to teasing her about her womanly chest, and she felt suddenly self-conscious about the way her breasts wobbled stupidly on her chest as she toddled along at Nanny’s side. But she was pulled out of her thoughts a moment later when she saw what was sitting on a little disposable mat in the middle of the living room. She’d known it was coming, of course, but it was quite another thing to actually see the large, pink, plastic potty chair sat in front of her, waiting.
“You know what to do,” said Nanny, patting her bottom gently, a smirk playing about her lips. “You must need to pee by now. I’d bet you were trying to pee as little as possible at work, so people wouldn’t notice the yucky smell.”
Terry shifted from foot to foot. Nanny was right. She had been holding it in for the last few hours of work. In hindsight, she wished she’d taken the opportunity to use the toilet there with some privacy, even if it meant risking snarky comments and taunts from her coworkers about her pissy pants.
“Go on, Terry,” said Nanny. “Do what you need to do. Then make sure you ask properly, like I explained this morning. Unless you’d like to skip potty time today and go straight into your night-time nappy?”
Terry whined inarticulately and shook her head. A few moments of silence passed, and then, with an effort, she started to pee. One second, two seconds, three, four, five. Then she clamped down hard on the stream of wee-wee that had been flooding her toddler pants. “Nanny, I need my potty!” she blurted, blushing furiously and clutching between her legs. After starting, it was difficult to stop, and as humiliating as it was, using a potty would be better than using her pants like a baby. “Please will you help me do a wee-wee?”
“Oh course I will, darling,” Nanny cooed, and she led Terry over to the potty. In one swift movement, she slid her training pants down her legs and lowered her plump bare bottom onto the seat.
Terry desperately avoided eye contact with Nanny as she let her bladder go again, and a tinkling noise filled the room. But she couldn’t stop herself letting out a sigh of relief.
“Good girl!” Nanny crooned, her voice sickeningly sweet. “What a big girl you are, Terry Well done for mostly making it!” She probed the pull-ups pooled around the younger woman’s ankles with her fingers, grinning at how wet they were after a full day of accidents. “You can almost always make it to the potty for wee-wees, can’t you honey? And you hardly ever make poo-poos in your pants, do you? Barely more than once a week!”
“Once a week?!” Terry squealed, looking up sharply, but she gulped when she saw the stern look in Nanny’s eyes, and she dropped her gaze back to her feet.
“That’s right, sweetie,” said Nanny, with a sinister airiness. “Once a week, and occasionally twice, is what I expect. And if it’s any less, you’ll be in trouble.”
Terry cringed. Wetting herself was already disgusting, and the thought of having to poop her pants at least once a week was enough to turn her stomach. “Yes, Nanny,” she whimpered, as her stream of pee slowed to a stop, and she was left perching on her potty, waiting for instructions.
“Good girl,” Nanny said happily. “Now stand up and Nanny will wipe your princess parts all clean, and then it’s into your night-time nappy and off to bed! There will be plenty of time for playtime later. You’ve had a busy day! Just remember, girls who aren’t potty trained can’t control themselves at night, so if your nappy isn’t wet and icky when I wake you up tomorrow morning, you’ll be going straight over my knee!”
 

Sissyboy, thank you for finishing the wonderful story. I have just finished reading it for the second time and am wondering if there might be a story of Jason's adventures with Jamie and Bobby. As it has been suggested Jason may be a willing participant in his own sissification but will that willingness help the ladies speed up the plans for his classmates and will other boys be drawn into the web cast by these determined ladies.
SissyBallerina Boy asked if their could be story about the ballet class. I would love to read such a story as they are few and far between, especially good ones with your writing style.
Once again, thank you for your stories.   

“Oh, you came to the right place, indeed.” The woman took a peek at me “..and I suppose this the girl in question?” It looks to me like you did a marvelous job with her already”
 
It stung when she naturally referred to me as a girl like that.
 
“Oh, Georgie is far from perfect” Mother replied “Why don’t you curtsey girl? Do you need the cane to remind you about your manners?”
 
That pulled me out of my self-pity and thankfully I remembered my latest rule right away.
 
“Yes Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said before I curtsied “Nice to meet you Miss Kimberly”
 
Mother sighed “It is his third helping already since we left the house.”
 
Kimberly giggled. “I like it, Miss
?”
 
“Falwell, Eleanor Falwell.”
 
“Please follow me Miss Falwell, I am sure we will find the perfect items for your
” She paused and said “I noticed she is calling you Mother?”
 
“A remnant from when she was married to my daughter. Thankfully there is no family relation whatsoever any more. I may have her address me in a more appropriate way one of these days, but I grew somewhat fond of it.”
 
“You have a kind heart Miss Falwell.” Kimberly said. “Would you care for some coffee or tea while we get Georgie ready?”
 
“Some tea would be lovely, dear.” Mother replied.
 
Kimberly snapped her fingers “Georgette!”
 
A sissy came rushing out from the back. She was dressed in a pink satin maids dress with lots of frills and petticoats and a frilly satin apron. Her feet in pink patent leather heels and her hair in tight blonde curls with pink ribbons.
 
She curtsied deep and said “Yes, Mistress Kimberly?”
 
“Serve some tea in the showroom and prepare this girl for a presentation.”
 
“Yes, Mistress Kimberly”
 
I followed the sissy into the back as she hurried to carry out her instructions. She led me behind a folding screen and said: “When I come back I need you to be completely undressed or we both are in trouble. Clothes, underwear shoes, everything! Please?”
She ran off before I could ask any further questions.
 
I was actually glad I could undress, and hurried to get it done so I would finally be able to scratch my back. There was a large mirror and I could get a good look at myself. My back was full of itching red spots from the rosehip-seeds.
 
Georgette came back in a surprisingly short amount of time. He saw me trying awkwardly to reach behind, he sighed and gave me a quick rub to ease my plight.
It felt so good, for the first time in ages someone did something nice for me. The petticoated hem of his dress brushed against my skin, and  for some reason my member began to swell in it’s little cage.
 
“Isn’t that cute” A female voice said “scratching each other’s back like a pair of monkeys”
 
I thought at first it was Kimberly, but Georgette curtsied and said:
 
“I’m sorry Mistress Vivian”
 
Only then I noticed, that her hair and clothes were slightly different.
 
“Look at that!” She pointed at my groin. “I bet you are just as hard right now, aren’t you Georgette?”
 
Georgette remained silent, but we both blushed.
 
“Get dressed in the open back uniform Georgette, and you come with me.”
 
I followed Vivian into some sort of showroom where Mother was sitting on a couch at a coffee table with Kimberly. I was shocked when I saw that the room was only separated from the store by a glass wall. I was completely nude except for my chastity device and any customer could be looking in here at any time.
 
“Walk a bit for us, Georgie.” Kimberly said. “Just up and down. We want to see you move.”
 
“Yes, Ma’am” I replied and went down the room, not too close to the glass wall turned around and returned to my initial position.
 
“Nobody told you to stop!” Vivian said “Keep walking girl, and use the whole room!”
 
While I kept walking up and down, coming uncomfortable close to the glass wall every time, the Ladies engaged in conversation.
 
“She could use some practice in feminine walking” Vivian said, and Mother agreed.
 
“We found that a tight fitting shoe helps a great deal with taking smaller, more delicate steps. We have a special models, that squeeze the toes together into a narrow tip and have a pea-sized ball right under the heel. They are designed for punishment, so we don’t recommend them for more than a couple of hours at a time, but in a pinch they instantly improve the walk of the most reluctant of sissies into a dainty mince.”
 
“That sounds perfect for the wedding” Mother said.
 
I didn’t like to hear that, but it should get worse.
 
“Speaking of tight” Vivian said now “When I caught the girls touching each other in the back, I noticed a lot of slack in the chastity device that allows her to swell.”
 
“Georgie Grantham!” Mother cried “What have you done now? You are alone for one minute and you instantly embarrass me with your homoerotic cravings in front of these Ladies? What am I to do with you?”
 
That wasn’t at all what had happened. It felt so unfair how Vivian made it sound like, and knowing that trying to refute her would only get me into more trouble made me feel even worse. All I could I do now was to apologize.
 
“I am sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?”
 
“You mean three more helpings, one for each of us, don’t you Georgie? Of course you will also have to confess your shameful behavior to Brenda and Matthew.”
 
“Yes, Mother, of course.”
 
I was not looking forward to getting home.
 
I noticed a devious glee in Vivian’s eyes. “She could do with a tighter device” she suggested.
 
“It certainly was not designed with Georgie in mind, dear. I had it made for my husband. He was nothing to write home about in that department, but Georgie appears to be even smaller down there. However I am afraid we already sealed the lock permanently and there is nothing we can do about it any more.”
 
“Don’t say that!” Kimberly exclaimed “There is a lot that can be done about it. We offer adjustment of metal devices. We have a special set of tools that allows tightening without the need for removal.”
 
“That sounds excellent” Mother said “We definitely will have to make a appointment for you Georgie.”
 
“Oh, we can do it today” Vivian chipped in “...and no offense Ma’am, but I find these flimsy locks that come with the devices are their greatest weakness. Even if they have been sealed they are easy to cut off. I if you allow, it would be my pleasure to replace it with a sturdy stainless steel rivet free of charge.“
 
Mother clapped “You are two girls after my own heart!” I couldn’t remember when I had ever seen Mother so excited before. I was worried before we entered the store, but now I was devastated by the display of joy these women took in my misery.
 
“Come here, girl” Vivian beckoned me over, while she opened a closet on the wall next to the couch. It was equipped with an frightening array of tools and tongs the size of bolt cutters with different shaped heads.
 
“First things first” She said and snapped off the lock with an actual bolt cutter. “See how easy that was?” Then she inserted a bolt into the hole that held the ring around my scrotum in place and applied pressure with an oversized clamp. When she was finished it was firmly held together by a metal stud with a smooth rounded end on each side.
 
“Voilá” she exclaimed “We once had a desperate girl try and apply a drill to this. It slipped right off and hurt more than her pride.”
 
Mother laughed out loud and the Ladies joined right in. The desperation I felt when mother threw away the keys to the lock returned tenfold when I saw these women laugh over my misery and I could not help but shed a few tears.
 
“Oh my, the little girl cries.” Vivian said.
 
“Stop right now, Georgie!” Mother said “This is all for your best. You better start smiling if you know what is good for you.”
 
“Yes, Mother” I said, and grinned awkwardly
 
“Yes, keep smiling Georgie” Vivian said, while she liberally sprayed something from a can applied all over my groin. It began tingling immediately and grew into a singing burning sensation.
“This will shrivel her up nicely for the adjustments” she explained. While I fought more tears, Vivian began taking my measurements
 
“Why don’t we look at some of our recommendations for the wedding now?” Kimberly suggested and snapped her fingers.
 
This was obviously a sign for Georgette to enter. She walked down the room wearing a tight fitting black pencil dress made out of a thick black material, the long sleeves ended in white ruffles around the cuffs as did the narrow hem below her knees.
Her neck was entirely encased in a heavily starched white collar with more ruffles. The collar continued into a pinafore type apron that covered her front. The ruffled edges extended out over her shoulders and converged back into neatly criss crossed ribbons that tied into a large bow behind her back.
On her feet she was wearing black patent leather mary jane’s with a low heel and rounded toes and a nice bow across the toes that made them look like children's shoes.
 
“This is a original design from our Grandmother” Vivian explained “She is experienced in managing staff and has personally trained our Grandfather and Georgette into obedient servants. She believes into strict discipline and instant punishment and has designed this model with that in mind.”
 
“Turn around Georgette.”
 
The dress had a heart shaped opening in the lower back that left Georgettes buttocks exposed. A uncomfortably wide looking leather strap parted them in the middle.
 
“As I noticed Miss Falwell, you believe in the application of the cane, and this would allow you or any of the guests at the wedding to swiftly address the slightest offense with perfect efficiency” Kimberly explained.
 
“I see my dear” Mother said “I do like the general look very much and I definitely see the versatility in this design, but I am afraid there will be members of the local church present at the wedding and Georgie may not want to offend them with the display of bare buttocks. Isn’t that right Georgie?”
 
For once I completely agreed with Mother’s opinion “Yes, Mother” I replied, attempting to smile while trying to ignore the burning pain below that still was growing stronger.
 
“I apologize Miss Falwell. I should not have assumed.” Kimberly said “Of course we have the same model without the offending window.”
 
“Thank you my dear, I am glad you understand. We are avid church goers and well known in the parish. I am trying very hard to instill the faith into Georgie, alas it is not an easy task.”
 
“I hear you Miss Falwell” Vivian chimed in “To make up for our mistake, adjusting her device will be my treat. I am going to crimp it excruciatingly tight, so she won’t take any more pleasure from her sinful homoerotic cravings.”
 
I hated how these girls knew exactly how to talk to mother, making everything worse for me , while I had to stand there, smile and endure the pain.
 
“We have a type of garment that we developed especially with girls like your Georgie in mind, Miss Falwell. We call it the Cilice. I take it you are familiar with the term?” Kimberly said.
 
“A hairshirt?” Mother appeared genuinely surprised. Whatever they were talking about it didn’t sound comfortable.
 
“It is much more than that Miss Falwell. The foundation is a full body girdle lined with coarse horsehair fabric. The bottom and hip-sections are padded with bristly coconut fibers. Not only will the padding give her a lovely feminine shape, but the rough doormat like texture is perfect to keep her from sitting idle. It also keeps the sensation of a recent a spanking or caning fresh on her mind for hours. Around the waist a heavily boned corset is implemented to give her a hourglass figure, and the breast cups can be fitted with weighted breast forms to put a strain on shoulders and back. The idea behind is not only giving a girl opportunity to repent, but also experience some of the hardships women had to go through in the name of beauty.”
 
“It is also uncomfortably hot, especially with a neoprene uniform on top.” Vivian mentioned.
 
That sounded absolutely terrible, but Mother obviously saw it different.
 
“You are a godsend my girls, a literal godsend. This is exactly what you need Georgie. Don’t you agree?”
 
What else could I say but: “Yes, Mother”
 
“It will help you repent and deal with your sinful cravings.”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“This is not only for the wedding of course. I will allow you to wear it on a regular basis.”
 
“Y-Yes, Thank you, Mother”
 
“Are you hesitating Georgie?”
 
“N-No, Mother. I
 I was just overwhelmed by your kindness.”
 
“Good girl, I feel like there is still hope for you yet.”
 
“Thank you Mother”
 
She turned to the girls: “How long would it take to have one ready for Georgie?”
 
“Fortunately Georgette and Georgie not only share the same name, but almost the exact same measurements. They are like twins” Vivian said. “We have her size in stock, we could get her fitted right now if you like Miss Falwell.”
 
“Fantastic!” Mother exclaimed “We would like that very much, don’t we Georgie?”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
Vivian snapped her fingers. “Georgette, fetch a cilice and a neoprene uniform for your little girlfriend here, while I take care of her chastity.”
 
“Why don’t I show you the rest of the shop in the meantime Miss Falwell? You may want to pick some shoes or other accessories.” Kimberly said.
 
While Mother left with Kimberly, Vivian used some of the scary pliers and tools to snip out some segments from the metal rings on my chastity to reduce them in diameter by pushing the ends together and fusing them again with other tools. She even shortened it a bit by removing some rings and bending the connecting rods into a new tip. Finally she reduced the diameter of the cuff around my testicles and gave the device a tighter curve to “make it easier to tuck away”
It had been a lot of pinching and chafing during the process that only added to the pain I was in. By the end my already shriveled up pen-is was so tightly confined that it appeared to be bulging under the rings.
 
“Not much bigger than a thumb now, is it?” Vivian said, as she flicked it with her finger. “Just like it should be”
 
In the meantime Georgette had fetched the ordered items and now she helped Vivian getting me into the dreadful girdle.
I could feel the rough itching sensation immediately as I stepped into it. It would cause a constant feeling of discomfort that was impossible to ignore, especially since the fabric didn’t appear to breathe and the sweating would only cause the itching to increase.
Vivian made sure my device was completely tucked away between my legs and then continued to lace the corset part very tight and stuffed the breast cups with heavy pads that had a rough texture.
A pair of white cotton stockings lined with the same coarse material, clipped to garters on the girdle.
 
The fabric of the dress was very thick and added to the stuffiness of the girdle. The collar wrapped snug around my entire neck and the tight skirt restricted my steps. Walking felt stiff and awkward, even before Vivian squeezed my feet into a small pair of shoes that made every step feel like my toes were being pushed into a funnel.
 
Just when I was dressed Mother returned with Kimberly. She was over the moon when she saw me.
 
“You look perfect Georgie. Brenda and Matthew will be delighted to see you. Aren’t you happy we came here?” It stung when I was reminded about that I would serve at Brenda's wedding to Matthew. I still loved her and I hated thinking about that she got married to this man.
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
She stepped closer and removed my earrings “I got you something from the shop dear.” She said and showed me a pair of massive looking silver half hoops. She put them on my ears and the clips snapped shut like a mouse trap, pinching my lobes painfully. They were also very heavy and tugged on my lobes with every little move.
 
“Thank you Mother”
 
“You are welcome dear. This place is like heaven and these girls have so many wonderful ideas. Their little Georgette is trained to entertain guests with songs and tap dancing. Wouldn’t that be marvelous for the wedding?”
 
“Yes, Mother”
 
“And it will be, the girls have offered Georgette to help out with the wedding service. As much as I despise your homosexual cravings, Kimberly suggested it may eliminate every last doubt about your manhood in Brenda’s mind when she sees that you have a girlfriend. I have to agree.” The thought brought tears to my eyes again.
 
“I understand, Mother”
 
“I already signed you up with the same singing and dancing classes Georgette takes. You girls will spend some time with each other.”
 
“I understand, Mother”
 
“Good girl. Now say goodbye, we are going home.”
 
I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen.
 
“What are you looking for? Do as I say, or do you need the cane?”
 
“I’m sorry Mother, may I please have a helping of the cane?” I said, realising that I would go back home dressed like I was now.
 
I curtsied to each of the twins “Goodbye Miss Kimberly, Goodbye Miss Vivian”
 
“Good, say goodbye to Georgette too”
 
It didn’t feel right to curtsey, so I just said: “Goodbye Georgette”
 
Mother had her phone ready “Why don’t you give your girlfriend a kiss?
 
I was shocked, and Georgette looked as surprised as I am, but when Vivian snapped her fingers and said “Georgette!” he quickly pursed his lips.
I leaned in and closed my eyes. Mother took several pictures as our lips touched.

As soon as we got home the chores began for me. With two extra people in the house my workload was set to skyrocket. First I had to serve drinks, and then make some sandwiches followed by cheese and biscuits. Brenda then had me give her a foot massage. I must admit that was a most pleasant task; to have some physical intimacy with my ex wife at last, even if it was just a foot rub, it was a joy to behold. It reminded me of our happier times when I would play around at being her servant. When it was all just a bit of fun. I was snapped out of my reminiscing when Matthew said “My turn Georgie girl”.
 
Oh how it irked me to go over and kneel before him. The last thing I wanted to do was to massage his feet. But of course I did as I was told and replied with a submissive,
“Yes Sir.”
 
 As I started to remove his shoes he sang the old Seekers song “Hey there Georgie girl
” and then laughed at me. “Georgie girl” was to become his nickname for me. His feet were stinky as, he hadn’t showered since before he boarded the flight but I suc-ked it up. When he had enough he pushed me away with his foot in my face.
“Get me another drink now, Georgie Girl!”
 
Neither Brenda nor Mother thought anything of it. I went off to get Sir Matthew a drink; my jealousy of him was now tingled with a growing hatred.
 
I served the drinks and left them be as I got stuck into my laundry chores. As I came in from hanging a load of washing on the line, Mother called for me.
 
“Matthew just had a shower, you best go clean the bathroom. Brenda says Matthew likes fresh towels and an immaculate bathroom. You will need to clean it as soon as possible each time he uses it, Understand?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
I went up to the bathroom and couldn’t believe the mess he had made! The floor was drenched and the bath mat soaked. He must filled the bath and let it overflow when he got in/ He must have also rinsed off in the shower. There was soap sc-um around the top of the bath and he had smeared soap or shampoo all over the glass in the shower cubicle. The basin was full of whiskers from his shave and he had used three towels! They were all on the floor with his dirty clothes. If he required fresh towels after every bath, I could see my laundry duties increasing sharply. As I was finishing off my cleaning, washing the floor on hands and knees he came and looked in.
 
“Eleanor told me to inspect your work Georgie Girl.”
 
Sir Matthew walked in and over to the bathroom sink and vanity. His shoes left dirty marks all over my clean floor. He then took out a can of shaving cream and began spraying it all over my clean bathroom.
 
“Not a very good job is it Georgie Girl?”
 
I was furious, how could he do this to me. I lost my composure and cried out to him
 
“Stop it!”
 
He turned around, grab me by the hair and put his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again? I do not take being spoken back to by anyone, let alone a sissy faggot like you Georgie Girl! Let me tell you something.  I was against staying here with you still in the house. The idea disgusted me. But Brenda and Eleanor assured me you would be useful. So useful you better be! If you ever do not do what I say, when I say, it will be one word to Brenda and Eleanor and you will be out on your ear faggot. Now clean this up and report downstairs when you are done. I am keen to see Eleanor’s reaction when she gets my report!”
 
With that he pushed me to the floor and I started all over again, cleaning the mess he had made. Oh how it infuriated me. I now had to re clean the bathroom and face the music with Mother down stairs. I quickly put any thought of complaining about Sir Matthew out of my mind. He could do no wrong in Mother and Brenda’s eyes. I would never be believed. I had to suc-k up the fact that he too had ultimate power of me and I would have to do my best to obey and suc-k up to him too.
 
Half an hour later, with the bathroom clean and sparkling I went downstairs. Mother, Brenda and Sir Matthew were in the lounge room. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear them chatting. Mother was absolutely fawning over Matthew, laughing at all his jokes, praising him at every turn and saying things  “how wonderful!” “Fantastic Matthew!” “You are incredible!” “Brenda where did you find this wonderful man?”
 
They made me wait for about 10 minutes before summoning me. Mother spoke first.
 
“Come in Georgie and stand before us over there.”
 
She pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. Brenda and Matthew were seated on the lounge with Mother on a single lounge chair beside then. I was only three metres in front of them. I felt their eyes on me and it was very intimidating.
 
“Matthew has given me a terrible report of your cleaning of the bathroom Georgie, what have you to say for yourself?”
 
How I hated these sorts of interrogations. I looked at Matthew and he had a superior smile on his face. He was enjoying this.
 
“I am sorry Mother, I have tried better after Matthew spoke to me and have cleaned it thoroughly now.”
 
“Brenda, go and have a look.”
 
As Brenda went to inspect my work I stood there frozen.  Mother and Matthew chatted amongst themselves ignoring me. When Brenda returned she said,
 
“The bathroom is perfect, I think you should thank Matthew for his encouragement and improving your work performance Georgie.”
I was absolutely fuming, Matthew trashed the bathroom and now I have to thank him for “improving my performance.”
 
“Thank you Matthew.”
 
“You can do better than that Georgie!” Mothers voice was firm
 
“Thank you for helping me improve my work performance Matthew, you are so kind to have helped me.”
 
I was trying to suc-k up as best I could.
 
“My pleasure Georgie girl, just make sure you keep up the standards, I hate nothing more than a dirty bathroom.”
 
“Did you hear that Georgie.” Said Mother
 
“Matthew hates a dirty bathroom, you better make sure it is always in perfect condition for him, that means checking in as soon as anyone uses it. Understand?”
 
“Yes Mother.”
 
Now along with all my other chores I would have to be cleaning the bathroom as soon as anyone uses it! How was I ever to keep track?”
 
“There still needs to be a consequence for your poor performance. I think it only right if you ask Matthew if he will deliver your punishment. 6 strokes of the cane!”
 
This was going from bad to worse! I don’t think I have ever hated anyone more than Sir Matthew at this moment. It took all my strength not to show my resentment.
 
“Please Matthew, would you be so kind to deliver my punishment for not cleaning the bathroom to your standards?”
 
Matthew was enjoying this and said,
 
“I might be able to Georgie Girl if you showed me a bit more respect. Weren’t you told by Eleanor to address me as ‘Sir”?”
 
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”
 
“I think that deserves another 6 strokes.” Mother piped in.
 
“What do you think Georgie, does that deserve another 6 strokes?” Michael asked in a very condescending tone.
 
“Yes Sir.” I replied, knowing there was no other correct answer of course.
 
“I want to hear you ask nicely for them.” He really knew how to rub it in.
 
“Please Sir, could you please give me an extra 6 strokes for not calling you Sir?”
 
“And why is not calling me Sir, worthy of another 6 strokes Georgie Girl?” He was dragging this out to make me squirm.
 
“Because I failed to show you the respect you deserve Sir.”
 
“And why do I deserve that respect?”
 
“Because you are a guest in this house Sir.”
 
“And what else?”
 
I didn’t know what to say and hesitated.
 
“Come on why am I even here Georgie Girl?”
 
“Because you are Brenda’s fiancĂ© Sir”
 
“That is right, you failed as a husband and I have taken your place, that makes me your Superior doesn’t it Georgie Girl and worthy of your respect?”
 
“Yes Sir.”
 
“Say it then”
 
“I should show you respect Sir for you have proven you are my Superior because I have failed as a husband and you have taken my place Sir.”
 
I could hear Brenda giggling. It hurt to my very core.
 
“That’s better, now don’t you forget it. Now lift up your dress, drop your panties and bend over.”
 
Mother handed him the cane, he started taking air swings and I could hear it whistle behind me. A shiver of dread ran down my spine. Then he started laying them on thick and fast. He had so much more strength than Mother; I had never experienced pain like this. Each stroke was absolutely scorching. I was sure I could feel the welts rising immediately. The third stroke got me on the upper thighs and I shrieked in agony,
 
“Quite Georgie!” said Mother sternly. Matthew just laughed. I started to sob.
 
“Are you crying Georgie girl?”
 
“Y.y.y yes Sir.” I replied in a muffled tone, trying to fight the tears.
 
“She is such a cry baby.” Said Mother.
 
“I have never known anything like it. Cries like a girl at the slightest punishment!”
 
The humiliation in front of Matthew and Brenda burned. I am sure I was red  as a beetroot with shame.
 
“This might help keep her quite.”
 
Mother produced a baby’s dummy and put it in my mouth. There was more laughter from Brenda and Matthew to further deepen my humiliation. The caning continued. Each stroke a misery, an agony, searing hot across my bottom.
 
Finally it was over and before being sent to the corner to “reflect on my punishment.” Mother removed my dummy briefly, telling me to thank Matthew.
 
“Thank you Sir for my punishment and teaching me a lesson on cleaning the bathroom. I am sure I will do better in the future.”
 
“You better do better Georgie Girl if you know what is good for you!”
 
I stood in the corner with hands on head for about 15 minutes. Brenda was reading her iPad and announced to Mother.
 
“Look at this Mother,” said Brenda
 
“ There is a new store in Newtown called “Ladies only.” They are advertising a new range of clothing, shoes and accessories for the feminised submissive male. They specialise in larger shoe sizes and they can tailor make items too. Maid’s dresses, formal dresses, school uniforms, everything you need to keep your sissy looking the perfect obedient pet. It might be a good place to get Georgie something for the wedding.”
 
“Show me.” Said Mother.
 
I could not see what was happening but imagined Mother looking at the website on Brenda’s iPad.
 
“I might take Georgie there this afternoon. Would like to join us Brenda?”
 
“I would but I am quite tired from the flight. I think I should have an afternoon nap.”
 
“Yes that’s a good idea.” Said Matthew.
 
With that I heard them both get up and caught a glimpse of them walking upstairs to the bedroom. Matthew hand his hand on Brenda’s bottom. The jealousy burned. I had no illusions what their ‘nap’ would entail.”
 
“OK Georgie, put on your Sunday bests, put your face on and wait for me at the door, we are going shopping!” declared Mother.