The Tea Party

[PollyAnn_Wentworth]

THE TEA PARTY
Written by: Mistress Janice
Copyright 2004

    Margaret had been very concerned about her older husband. She had been working on the home computer one day and came across his open email account and read several emails that indicated he was communicating with two young ladies. This was appalling. He had pictures of them and they were teens as she discovered. This made her angry. The emails were atrocious and typical of a loud mouthed showoff like her husband. In addition, he was not in the best of moods lately and always seemed to be angry and put off about something. She was very intolerant of his disregard for the female gender as he berated female family members, often insulting them and telling off color jokes as well as acting in a very demeaning and disrespectful manner. She was at wit’s end, that is until she was searching on the web and up came a web site that intrigued her. How did this end up in her search engine? She bookmarked the site and decided to have a chat with her best friend to discuss this matter about sissy discipline in the home and how beneficial it could be to bring an unruly male down to size. In addition, she needed to teach him to respect women and obey all women in the very near future.

   Three Months Later
   The introduction of a sissy’s life in her household meant she had to coax her husband into it and that she did by female wizardry and trickery. She was good at making him do what she wanted and within three months, he was hooked into a new world, one in which he would never escape just as she had designed. He went from a mouthy, bragging macho male down to a submissive sweet sissy just like she had intended and though she had help in many forms, the result was most pleasing and tolerable compared to his old ways.

[PollyAnn_Wentworth]

Sunday came and she had dressed him ever so sweetly for the day in the early morning with a warning that if he laddered his nylons, complained in any way or failed to behave as a sissy should, he would be punished with a very early bedtime and a severe spanking. With his outfit complete and John dressed ever so prettily she sat back in her recliner to read while he stood in the corner facing the wall. His delicious pink panties peeking out from all those stiff layers of organza pettis and those stocking tops in full view. With heels together and hands on top of his head, this sissy was ready for a fine Sunday afternoon. Little did he know what his domineering mistress had planned. If he did, he might have been very reluctant in getting dressed so pretty.



   Margaret didn’t want John (Polly Ann) to look anywhere resembling a female. Her intent was to show him off as a sissy and he looked despite all his female clothing like a boy and that pleased her. She had his hair permed in a short  style like Ann Hecht, the actress and his hair was permanently dyed strawberry blonde. That decision was made after all the cruel blonde jokes he boasted about. It was very soft and easily manageable. In his hair, she placed several pink ribbon style little girl barrettes. He wore a diamond drop earing in each ear which she pierced. He wore no makeup, but she made him wear pink glossy wet look lipgloss to accent his lips. On his neck, he wore a mother of pearl white necklace and on his wrist he wore a matching bracelet. She had him wear a Strawberry Shortcake silver charm bracelet on the other wrist. After serious consideration, she decided to call in her manicurist friend and she softened John’s hands in solution and did his nails. Margaret opted for medium long nails so that he would have to get used to them and behave accordingly. They were painted pink and she had strawberry designs placed on each well manicured fingernail. She was pleased with the results. John was given daily milk baths and had his body hair removed from the neck down by depilatory treatment. His skin was silky smooth and soft and despite his male appearance, he was definitely sissy. This day he was given a soaking milk bath with bath oil beads and then a pedicure and facial with warm mud to smooth out his facial skin. His hair was washed with Johnson’s baby shampoo to maintain that little girl scent and soft feel, followed by a generous sudsing of conditioner.



   His clothing she decided would be that of a little girl but with some big girl additions such as high heels. She wanted each item of clothing to be difficult for him and to be a trial as he walked and moved about. She wanted his every waking moment for him to be recognizant of his uncomfortable and often noisy clothing and for him to be ashamed, penitent and embarrassed. She felt she accomplished that too. She started on him from the inside out. He wore a training bra, typical for a young teenaged girl and a white silky chemise over that. His panties were pink nylon and a bit tight fitting, despite the fact they were full cut. To add to his discomfort, she had him wear a waist cincher to confine him and make him feel restrained. It was a simple about the waist type, secured in back and also white stretch spandex. He wore a white lace garter belt that was ever so dainty and feminine with lace on the panel and satin ribbons on the garters. The elastic was good and strong so that he would feel the pull of his stockings as moved about. She had him wear full seamed dark brown ultra sheer nylon stockings that had very little stretch and with each pair, had the writing still legible on the reinforced tops. This type of hosiery was very old fashioned and not typically worn these days so it makes his legs not only attractive but a constant source of stares and conversation. This she thought would make a good conversation piece as he moved about as maybe her female guests would take the time to read his stocking tops and make him feel that much more ashamed. His dress was a little six year old’s dream. It was made of satin with a very high bodice and puffy sleeves. The dress had a proper neckline and a full micro-mini skirt. It was dark navy with white polka dots and had a matching sash in the back, that when tied showed off a pretty bow and pulled his dress tightly about his waist. The petticoats were the key to how the dress would look. She chose organza so that the pettis would make rustling noises as he moved about and because the material was so stiff that it would compliment such a sissy dress. She finally decided on fifty layers with a micro-mini look to match the length of the dress. It had a full slip and hung on his shoulders from spaghetti straps. After the dress was applied over the pettis, the look was so little girlish and sissyish, Margaret was at first stunned and so pleased with her choice. The dress was held out at almost right angles to his waist due to the starchiness of his pettis and because of the length, his stocking tops and garters were on display a good part of the time. Half of his panties showed as well and after seeing him dressed for the first time, she was convinced that she made the right decision in his attire. It would prove to be difficult and hard to manage for a sissy, much less a real little girl, but that was the intent to make him realize what clothing he had to wear and the effect each piece of clothing had on him.

[PollyAnn_Wentworth]

Lastly came his shoes and she decided on four inch leather kidskin stiletto heel pumps. They would definitely prove to be a handful when walking and performing tasks as he teetered about and given the fact that the house had mostly hardwood floors, she dreamed of hearing her sissy boy mincing about making staccato taping sounds on the floor much to her delight. She chose black as his color and also had a pair of mary jane little girl style shoes in black patent leather with platform heels for outdoor activities or shopping. The final ambiance to his most precious outfit was a mild mist of very expensive French perfume at each wrist and about his neck to remind him of his status. Oh how he hated it when she sprayed him with the delicate but subtle fragrance.



   With his outfit complete and John dressed ever so prettily, she sat back in her recliner to read while he stood in the corner facing the wall. His delicious pink panties peeking out from all those stiff layers of organza pettis and those stocking tops in full view. With heels together and hands on top of his head, this sissy was ready to receive her first guests on this peaceful Sunday afternoon. Little did he know what his domineering mistress had planned. If he did, he might have been very reluctant in getting dressed so pretty.



   It was only approaching the noon hour, when the doorbell rang. John trembled and shook as he wanted very much to run in the bedroom and hide. He was never exposed to anyone before and he couldn’t believe that his mistress would even consider such a thing. His thoughts were disrupted when she spoke to him in a very condescending manner.



“Well PollyAnn, You may relinquish yourself from the corner and answer the door. I believe we have guests my dear!....”



“HUH??....What??...No Mis, I mean mummy, you can’t mean that. I can’t be seen like this. I will be the laughing  stock of the world if your secret was to get out. Oh please no, let me run and hide, oh please……”



“Tsk, tsk, get going sissy boy and answer the door now unless you want a bare bottom spanking in front of our guests and perhaps assistance when I put you to bed early child. GET THE DOOR!......”

[PollyAnn_Wentworth]

John moved from the corner of the reading room and daintily minced in his stiletto heels as he was taught heading for the door. He was feeling now more ashamed than ever and butterflies were dancing in his empty stomach. He reluctantly opened the door as his young wife stood by with arms folded smirking. Present at the door was two people he was not very fond of meeting at all, especially dressed as he was. It was his young niece Denise, her best friend Jenna and then he heard a giggling younger girl that he did not know. Here he was in full sissy regalia standing for the first time before two seventeen year old girls. He was deeply ashamed and humiliated as they were at least ten years younger than him. He swallowed hard and did as he was told as Margaret stood by grinning.



“Won’t you ladies please come in!...”



“Why thank you. My you are a pretty little boy. Let us in to see more of your sweetness”., smiled Denise.



   John was about to pass out from the humiliation as the ladies dressed in no less than designer jeans and simple tops came in. They each wore platform type shoes as well and were well made up. The little girl that giggled outside the door came in also and stared at him intensely.



“Hello Aunt Margaret, you know Jenna. This is her nine year old niece Marie. Thank you for inviting us to an afternoon of conversation and tea. Who is the delightful creature we have here?”



“Ladies let me introduce you to my sissy boy I call PollyAnn. You knew him as my husband John, but don’t let that bother you. He has been reduced in age to six years old and please treat my charge appropriately. You do not have to address him as “uncle”  anymore, Denise! You can address him as John Michael. He hates that, but it reminds him that he is still a boy in girl’s clothes. HAHA Now my child will only be too happy to take your jackets and hang them up. Let’s go to the living room, shall we?”

[PollyAnn_Wentworth]

John took the ladies coats and went mincingly to the hall closet as he caught a glimpse of young Marie smirking at him from the corner of her eye before disappearing into the living room. He felt like Jell-O now that he was seen for the first time in his sissy attire. It was devastating to his already shrunk male ego. He gingerly went back to the living room where everyone was sat in chairs staring right at him. The girls were all giggling and smirking and John looked up at the ceiling to hide his already apparent shame. You couldn’t help but notice him, with all those rustling organza petticoats and the staccato tapping of those stiletto heels. He had a reason to be ashamed.



He had never been too kind to his niece and always belittled her. She was always it seems at the brunt of his crude jokes and male ego that embarrassed her. And here she was looking every part like the perfect young lady he never recognized her for. She was very well endowed and had a perfect figure. Her makeup was like icing on a cake, and with her legs crossed, her platform heels showed off her legs and ankles so perfectly well. In the past he must have forgotten what a charming young lady she had become. Jenna on the other hand had jet black long hair and was a match for her friend. She too was well endowed and slim. Her makeup was so perfect and caked up to attract attention, and those long eyelashes! She was born into an Italian family that had strong mob ties and she was very astute and domineering. Her niece Marie wasn’t supposed to be here and John thought that the girls brought her to belittle him even more. At twenty six he had to appear as a six year old sissy boy in front of this snickering and giggling nine year old Italian girl and it was hard for him to take.



   The girls all eyed him up from head to toe and John felt funny and stressed as the stares continued. Denise called him over to her and he did so obediently.



“Come here honey, let your niece have a look at you. Oh my, such a lovely party dress and so, so short!..Are those real seamed stockings?...I have never seen them before. They are so shiny and nice, ummmm. They feel good too. Nice silky legs for a boy!....”



   Everyone laughed, except John as Denise continued her verbal charade of his outfit.



“You must tell me Margaret, where did you get such a lovely dress and those petticoats. I love how they rustle. Please tell?”



“Yes girl, I had a dressmaker custom make his outfit and he has many more in sweet pastel colors as well as black and green velvet. Most dresses however are made of satin as I love the material. It’s so silky and goes so well with his noisy organza pettis.



“I can see pink panties Jenna. He is wearing girl’s pink panties. HAHAHAHA”



Marie was ecstatic at her discovery. Laughter soon followed.



“Yes Marie he is wearing pink panties and a lovely white lace garter belt. How sissyish!”



Jenna added, “I love his stiletto heels. They are so outdated yet they accent his legs so well. I do hope he doesn’t teeter much in them. I’ll bet they are a handful!”



“Yeh Jenna your right, I’ll stick to platforms. I could never walk in those. But this lovely sissy boy will because he has to. HAHAHAHA”, added Denise.



“I love his hair, oh it’s so soft, mmmm. And it is styled just like, let me see now!..Oh yeh like Ann Hecht, the actress and comedienne who I know he hates so much. No more blonde jokes huh John Michael?...I’ll bet if you do, your mummy will wash your mouth out with soap, hahahahah. Oh that is so, so funny don’t you think Jenna?”

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Posted: 08 Dec 2007 07:29 pm    

Post subject: Part 6    



“Oh yes!...And I’ll bet he is a dumb blonde!....Isn’t that funny sissy boy?”



John was not at all amused and stood there taking all the humiliation in from the young ladies dressed in his sissy attire against his will and feeling deeply ashamed.



“How often do you dress him this way Aunt Margaret?”



As Denise spoke she rubbed her hand his panty clad bottom and ran her manicured fingers up his bottom to irritate and provoke him. Jenna watched and giggled.



“Oh this is normal at home outfit. He is always dressed this way. He does his chores such as cooking and cleaning so dressed and now he will greet my other friends when they will come over”.



“Does he ever wear trousers like jeans?”, Jenna quipped.



“Absolutely not!...He always wears party dresses because he is under dress discipline for his own good. In trousers he was too ill mannered and disrespectful. He will always wear only party dresses and high heels, I might add!...”



Denise added, “I love his nails. How creative!..Did you see them Marie? He has little strawberries on each nail. They are gorgeous!.......”



“Strawberries?....How cute. I noticed the Strawberry Shortcake charm bracelet too!....HAHAHA”, added Marie.



Margaret sat back taking all this in, loving the comments.

“Now PollyAnn what do you say to the ladies for their lovely comments, hmmm?”



“Thank you Miss Denise and Miss Jenna”



“Are we forgetting someone or is that deliberate young man?”



“Thank you Miss Marie for your lovely comments. And thank you mummy for inviting our lovely guests today.”



“Well PollyAnn it’s time for the ladies to discuss feminine subjects and time for children to be absent. Besides I feel you were rude to Marie for forgetting to thank her. For that, you will go into your corner, but you will not sit on your precious stool. You will stand at attention in the corner with your hands on top of your head and do so young man quietly. I expect you to be perfectly still and stand good and straight, heels together and legs also, understood sweet child?”



“Oh before I forget young man, your niece and her friend brought something special for you, ladies?...”



John cringed at the thought. “What did she mean?”

[parisser]

Part 7 to End:
“Well Uncle, I mean John Michael; I have something for your foul mouth. You always did talk down to me and now open wide sweety!....That’s it!....”

As John did so, Denise pulled out a pair of pink nylon panties with lace ribbons on them and rolled them into a ball and pinched his nose, placing the delicate garment in his mouth. He winced at the taste.

“There we go, I wore those all week and did it just for you. I hope you hate the taste. HAHAHAHAHAHA”

Jenna was next and she placed a pair of purple nylon panties with red lace in his mouth, then Margaret placed tape across his mouth.

“There we go sissy boy!..Yum, yum, yum. I also wore those all week. Like the taste?.....You are so bad!...UGH the thought!......”

Everyone laughed at him as he was placed into the corner so the ladies could converse. John did as he was told and closed his eyes. He was now more ashamed than ever. He couldn’t believe that his young wife had just berated him in front of a nine year old girl as if he were a child of six, not to mention his young niece and her best friend. It was demeaning to say the least. The conversation started without him, although he was sure that Marie was watching him, especially his underwear peeking out from his childish frock.

It seemed like hours, but John stood penitent and virtually motionless listening to the giggling, laughter and sweet female voices. He was sure they glanced over at him in amusement and curiosity, but he was facing the wall as a child should when being punished. Then he was summoned by his dominant, but sweet wife. He was afraid of leering at her, but she looked ever so sexy in four inch platform shoes with black hose and tight jeans. She knew that he had a shoe fetish and she sat there crossing her legs and waving her feet about watching for a typical male reaction.

“Before we sit down for some tea, Jenna would like you to stand at full attention next to her chair. Do so now!” John approached Jenna who was looking at him intensely and stood still. Jennna continued to converse, but placed her hand on his nylon clad leg and began to rub him. She started with a soft delicate touch, almost a tickle at first and rubbed up and down and back and forth. Then with a surprise he felt her light touch on his derriere up the middle of his panties and she traced his leg openings as well. This took him aback. She traced his stocking tops too and pulled on the garters, often snapping them against his legs and pulling on them deliberately.



Part 8
Author: Janice, May/5/2005 06:17:42 [-04]

He looked over at his young wife who smirked at him legs still crossed and heels dangling. She moved her hand now down to his crotch and began to tickle him intensely, moving extremely slowly to his front. It was at this point that Margaret realized just how necessary female hormones would be in his discipline and it was coming very shortly. She thought as she smirked back at him. “Enjoy your little erection now icky boy. That will end all very very soon Hahahah” Jenna rubbed his now throbbing hard on and continued softly and deliberately as his member grew. Before he got any larger, Margaret decided to intervene to teach him a lesson.

“I told you what would happen if you did that disgusting thing young man. Now you are going to be punished for your actions and your dirty thoughts” She called him over to her chair as Denise now observing his erection had a good laugh. Marie thought it was funny too and giggled. Margaret reached for a small ruler in the drawer of the coffee table and smacked him a few times, releasing that naughty uncalled for male reaction. John grimaced and winced in pain at the hard slap and lost his grip on the situation.

“You will be punished young man and right after tea, that you are a promise! Now get the table ready and tea. Get moving sweetie!

John prepared to leave the room and Margaret stopped him, but not before becoming somewhat put out with his lack of respect and behavior towards his young female guests.

“Please excuse me ladies, I shall prepare your refreshments now”

“That’s better sissy boy. Do not forget your manners again. Now get moving child”

John went to the kitchen and brought out the special English tea set and dessert dishes as he was instructed to do. He placed napkins and silverware very carefully as he was taught so many times and prepared the tea. He brought out the cookie tray and uncovered it, placing it in the center of the table. He brought out cream and sugar and filled the creamery and sugar set as he was taught. Everything was ready and he went back to the living room to greet his guests. He waited politely until there was a pause in their conversation, then he announced;

“Tea is being served ladies, please join me in the dining room. Thank you!”

He felt so funny being sugary polite and marching back to the dining area to be their ladies maid and servant. The girls followed him and he heard Marie giggle again and whispering to his wife, Margaret. She smirked and nodded. He wondered what was said. The ladies sat and John tucked their chair in like a gentleman and handed each lady a napkin. He hesitated to do so with Marie. She humiliated him the most since she was the youngest and seemed to be enjoying his demise into sissy hood the most. He stood by pouring tea and asking if there was anything else that they needed. Margaret thanked her penitent little boy and addressed him in a male demeanor which was unusual until he saw Marie’s smirking face.



Part 9
Author: Janice, May/22/2005 06:18:08 [-04]

“Thank you John dear!...Now let mummy fluff out your dress, you look so unkempt, my oh my!..Little boys are such a handful when they are all dressed up. You messed up your pretty petticoats and that is not allowed, you know that child” She continued to have him move about as she straightened (or pretended to for the ladies benefit) his flared out pettis and dress. “I will not warn you again. Be careful of your dress young man, understood?”

He looked at her with sorrowful eyes. “Yes Mummy!”

It was Jenna who spoke up with a dominant overtone.

“You are so right Margaret. It’s bad enough when the little ruffians get their jeans all dirty and other clothing. They think we women exist just to take care of them and when you dress one up like this sweet little boy the least he can do is behave properly in such a sweet short sissy dress. Did you check his nylons for ladders?”

“No I didn’t but thank you for reminding me. You had better not ladder your nylons young man or you will live to regret it I will see to that. Now let me check”

She checked his legs apparently satisfied that there was no ladders to be found and had him stand in the corner of the dining room as the ladies enjoyed their tea. The conversation and laughter carried on for a long time as John stood facing the table and saw that Marie was sticking out her tongue at him and smirking. She was apparently very pleased at his situation. Then they began discussing the upcoming family picnic and Margaret stated her intent.

“I know you girls are probably wondering about the upcoming family picnic and I assure you both John and I will be coming. And in case your wondering further, he will be wearing a dress, but probably his black patent mary jane shoes with platform soles. Stiletto heels will be a trial on the grass”.

All laughed at that one. They looked at him grinning. There were others in the family that John disliked and now they too would see him as a sissy and treat him as such. They were satisfied with that.

“I have an idea!”, chirped Jenna.”Would it be possible if Denise and I take sissy to a football game?..You know how he loves football!..Maybe we could visit the boy’s locker room afterwards, hmmm?..That would be so delicious wouldn’t it?....And the cheerleaders could have a look at him too! And NOT the other way around.”

“That sounds very nice”, stated Margaret. “I would allow that. He has been complaining that he hasn’t been allowed any football games on television and an outing would be good for him!”

John cringed, “Oh no mummy! No not that please!....”

“Oh nonsense, you like football and this will stop your childish whining.SO BE IT!...”


Part 10
Author: Janice, May/23/2005 08:14:20 [-04]

The girls all laughed and laughed.

Then Denise spoke up. “Could we take him to the mall when we go shopping at Claire’s Boutique for makeup and jewelry. You know where all the high school girls go?..He might like that, the sissy boy!....We could get him a facial and have him try on some jewelry too!....” ALL LAUGH

“How about babysitting?...You probably want to go out with friends or a friend once in a while, hmm Aunt Margaret?....We could help you with that. Oh please??......”

“Oh you girls have so many ideas and I say YES to them all.

“I’m having a sleepover next week, maybe John Michael could come over and entertain us girls in his pretties, would you like that honey?....”

The girls certainly were enjoying themselves at his expense. They didn’t care that he was Denise’s uncle. He was a sissy now and that’s how he was to be treated forever and forever.

After teatime was apparently over, Margaret turned to her charge.

“Now I want you to clear the table and report to the living room and sit on your stool until I am ready for you. Get going little boy”

The ladies departed for the living room and John cleared the table as instructed. He washed the dishes and set them to dry and reported back to the living room to his lovely young wife and as she had commanded him to.

“Now I want you to sit quietly on your stool while I go to the kitchen. The ladies will amuse you. Excuse me ladies!”

John sat amidst a flurry of organza petticoats rustling noisy about and his nylon panties touched the cold vinyl of the seat sending a chill up his back. He was subject to stares and giggling once again as Denise and Jenna were taking extra time to admire his sissy outfit and berate him for all those times he was a nasty macho male to them. And they spared him nothing. They took full advantage of the situation and made comment after comment on his appearance. He looked disheveled. Marie too chimed in and from a nine year old perspective belittled him to end. It wasn’t long before Margaret reentered the room smirking. I am ready for you John Michael! Come with me into the kitchen. And ladies you probably would like to join us too.”

John hesitantly sat up and walked towards the kitchen and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Margaret had uncovered his punishment high chair that was covered and in the corner and placed it in the center of the room. He paused, but Margaret poked him in his pantied butt to get him moving. The ladies sat at the table and giggle and laughed at the chair.

“Get in John Michael. It’s time for your punishment and the ladies shall watch”

She pushed him into the chair and placed the shoulder straps over him locking them from behind. Then each wrist was placed in restraints as the tray was snapped into placed. Each ankle was also placed in restraints and he was now secured in his punishment high chair facing his young female audience. Margaret placed the tray with three filled baby bottles before him.

“For acting so defiant child, you will be given a forced formula feeding before my guests and they will participate. Each of them will feed you one bottle and you will cooperate unless you want to be punished further”.

Curiosity took the ladies as Jenna asked what the contents of the bottles were. They assumed it was simply warm milk, but they were surprised at Margaret’s explanation of John’s punishment drink.

“Of course Jenna, no it’s not milk, but baby infant formula and a special formula. It comes in powder form and is called Nutramigen and is made by Enfamil. It was intended for colicky babies who could not tolerate dairy products and compared to real milk and formula, it is extremely sour tasting, like spoiled milk. I guess this makes it a perfect drink for a naughty little sissy boy like John Michael here, doesn’t it?...”

The laughter pierced the room as the ladies all took turns sniffing their bottles and grimacing at the horrible scent. “Whew!...How gross”, was the familiar comment as each of the girls placed the nipples back on their respectful bottles. Then Margaret removed the tape and soaked panties from his mouth. Then Margaret tied the rather large babies bib on him to protect his dress. “Well who would like to go first?”

Denise went over to his chair and tried to place the nipple between his pouty lips but he was less than cooperative. Oh well he had been warned. With a little coaching from his wife, Denise finally pinched his nostrils and shoved the bottle into his mouth. He began to consume the baby formula and made horrid faces at the awful taste. It obviously was not to his liking. Each bottle had a small plunger that was regulated by the giver so the child wouldn’t be hesitant in drinking his formula mixture. The other girls laughed and giggled. She spoke to him in babyish overtones not as her uncle. Jenna was next and once again she chose to pinch his nostrils and made him finish every last drop. Lastly Marie approached John and he turned away. He had enough of the pasty spoiled milk taste and was not going to take anymore.

“Keep that up and the next time you grimace or throw your little temperaments, I will prepare you early for bed in front of everyone, despite the fact it’s still daylight outside, understood child?”

Marie giggled at that comment. John allowed her to feed him and she pinched his nose ever so tightly talking to him as he were a naughty little baby.



Part 11-THE END
Author: Janice, May/28/2005 05:01:28 [-04]

“There we go ikle sissy boy. Drinky all you milky now. Every drop and be good. That’s it sissy boy, dwink, dwink and dwink. You will grow up to be a good little sissy if you do. HAHAHAHAHA”

Everyone was having a good laugh as the last drop was finished and John burped loudly to everyone’s delight.

Margaret approached him with a small brown bottle and a large tablespoon. “It’s time for his bad boy medicine.”

She pinched his nose and gave him three heaping spoonfuls of the castor oil as he choked and tried to spit up amidst the laughing and giggling.

Meanwhile Margaret returned to the counter area and was busy at the sink running the water and he now knew what was next. He cringed as he saw the small bowl in her hand approaching him.

“Open wide honey. Mummy has a nice bar of pink Camay soap for your potty mouth. I used this for my bath earlier so you will love it’s scent. And you will suc-k on this for the next hour or so. SO OPEN UP!”

John wouldn’t cooperate so she pinched his nose and pushed it in, back and forth, making it frothy and sudsy. She made him clamp down on it with teeth and slapped him.

“You will sit here until I am ready for the next action. Ladies would you rejoin me in the living room?”

Everyone but Marie went into the other room. Marie was staring at him and now he knew what she was whispering to Jenna. Marie sat next to him and began tickling his legs just like Jenna had done before. She moved quickly up to his panties and grinned at his attempted erection. This amused her. She rubbed and tickled his bare creamy thighs and his stocking clad legs and talked to him as if he were a little baby. Then she snapped his garters and traced his stocking tops, tickling him as he squirmed in his chair. She continued despite his discomfort and talked condescendingly to him as if he were a baby.

“What’s the matter babykins, does tickle wickle bother you, hmm?....bad boy!....You are such a sweet sissy though all secure in your wittle chair, honey bun, aww he doesn’t like aunty Marie touching him. I’m gonna tell your mummy you’ve been bad, then your gonna get a spanking!”

He resented this and finally Marie warned him that she would tell his mummy that he was uncooperative. She finally smirked and told him he was in for it and left the room. Margaret came for him and smirked. She released him from the chair and dragged him to the sink and allowed him to rinse, except for the chunks of soap between his teeth and marched him back to the living room with his bib still in place.

She took him across her lap and his panty clad bottom stood high in the air. She took her long handles hairbrush and began spanking him across his bare legs and nylon panty clad bottom. He cried and kicked up his legs in defiance. The ladies laughed gingerly and encouraged more as each swat was greeted by a cry of pain from the errant child. During his paddling she gave him his marching orders and that brought on more giggles and laughter.

“Normally young man, you would go at three o’clock, but today you will go earlier as stated for your lack of respect towards Marie. I realize that it is only 2:00pm, but you earned this early bed punishment. After the ladies leave you will find yourself under heavy quilts and covers in a darkened room so you will have time to regret your childish actions”.

There was much laughter about his bedtime punishment and sparked some questions.

“Does he really have to go to bed every day at three o’clock Aunt Margaret?..., chirped Maria.

“Yes dear he does!. That is his normal bedtime, unless he misbehaves. I had to resort to this type of discipline due to a behavorial problem in him. You see the later he stayed up the more he would be a handful, now I can have the afternoons and evenings to myself and invited guests without a child present. He is also very put out that he can no longer watch his adult HBO movies or especially the Law and Orders series on TNT, but that’s the way it goes. The only TV he gets are basic children’s shows such as The Wiggles!..”

“WOW!...And to think I stay up later than him. I go to bed by ten or so and later on the weekends. Poor sissy!”

It was then that the ladies began to get ready to leave and John was instructed to get their coats. Denise apologized stating that it was time for them to go, but they would return for more fun. Jenna and Marie nodded with a smirk about their faces. John helped each lady into their respective coat and thanked them for coming. It was a joy to behold to see this caricature of a man acting so politely and respectful towards the young women that he offended so much in the past.

“Thank You Miss Jenna, Denise and Marie for coming. I hope you come back soon”.

He was required to allow each girl to kiss him on the cheek and say their goodbyes. Margaret noted their expressions and felt that they were very satisfied with his sissification and eagerly looked forward to coming back again, perhaps to help in his training. She thought that she might even let them dress him up in his pretty clothes and help dominate him as he worked about the house completing his chores.

Once the girls left and the door was closed, Margaret checked her watch and she pinched his earlobe.

“BEDTIME prissy boy!....And no backtalk. Let’s get going for I have lots to do and several friends are coming over for dinner and we will be watching the television tonight. You had better stay good and quiet lest they hear you and I have to spank you in front of them. SO MARCH!......

It felt good to have the control over him, but most importantly, she made the decision recently that he would remain a sissy for his own good. She thought at one time, she would relent and relegate him to his biological age and trousers, but he would constantly misbehave, so much in fact and challenge her authority. That was the final straw!...He caused his own demise and it was irreversible. She decided to make his fate as a sissy permanent, unbeknownst to him of course!