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A Sissy's Tale by Prissy Chrissy
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Eighteen year old Christopher Prim frowned as he watched his Mother and the man who would soon be his stepfather drive off, on their way to Nevada for a quickie marriage and two week honeymoon. A lot had changed in the last few weeks, and not for the better, in Christopher's opinion. Ever since his Father had died, almost a decade ago, it had been just the two of them. Christopher had liked it that way, and he always thought his Mom did too. He had barely known his father, the ambitious man had almost always left for work before
Christopher awoke and returned only after he had gone to bed. Christopher had actually feared the intense little man. The few times the frail little boy had seen him, he would complain that Christopher was too soft and girlish, and that his Mother was raising him to be a sissy. He had even wanted to send Christopher off to a military academy! The very idea had been terrifying, so Christopher had not been sad when a heart attack had taken his Father at an early age. And, since he had left them well provided for, Christopher had never missed him.
Since then their life had been idyllic, as far as Christopher was concerned. Another boy might have complained that his Mother, convinced that Christopher had inherited his Father's weak heart, had become far too overprotective. She wouldn't let Christopher participate in any activity she considered too strenuous. Why, if she saw so much as a bead of sweat on her darling's brow, she would rush him off to bed, [And sometimes keep him home from school the next day!] But Christopher adored being pampered so. He had been looking forward to the end of school and the opportunity to spend even more time under the care of his doting Mother. But, just over two weeks ago, his Mother had met Larry Baker at her accountant's office and everything had changed.
Apparently, it had been love at first sight for the both of them. After only two days, and two dates, Mr. Baker had proposed and his Mother had happily accepted. The first Chris knew about it was when he came home from school the next day and found his Mother busy redecorating their large house to accommodate Larry and his three children. Christopher feared if he was being shoved aside to make way for a new family. One he wasn't sure of his place in. His first meeting with Larry hadn't gone at all well. The gung-ho man reminded him of his father, except for being almost a foot taller, and he seemed to think Christopher did not measure up to what was expected from an eighteen year old boy. Even suggesting to his Mother that Christopher needed to learn how to be a man, and that perhaps he should see about joining the military.
To Christopher's horror, his Mother, rather than arguing as she had done when his father had wanted to send him away years ago, seemed to consider the idea seriously. And when he met his future step siblings for the first time, two days ago at the local amusement park, it had been even worse. Sixteen year old Linda had been nice enough, but she seemed to consider him a mere child rather than a young man two years her senior. Christopher was used to that reaction, of course, since he had inherited his fathers diminutive size, if not his intensity and toughness. That, combined with a baby face and complete lack of muscle development, gave him the appearance of a girlish preteen. But usually, once people realized his actual age they at least tried to treat him appropriately. But, after speaking briefly with him about his future plans for college or employment now that he had graduated, and discovering that he had none,
Linda had apparently decided that her first impression was correct. Her fourteen year old brother, Mike, was worse. When they had been introduced he had crushed Christopher's small hand in his larger one, and sneered contemptuously when Chris squealed in pain. Then the obnoxious brute sarcastically remarked "That's some grip you got there, Chrissy," and laughed as if he'd made the funniest joke in history. Christopher, near tears, looked to his Mother for help, but she joined the rest of the party in laughter, and admonished Christopher for having a poor sense of humor!
But twelve year old Mary had disturbed Christopher the most. Not that she had been mean. Far from it. If anything, she had been too friendly, attaching herself to Christopher's side like they were best friends and acting as if they were equals. Nothing Christopher said or did could convince her that he was a young man and she was just a little girl. Indeed, as the night wore on, it seemed that his status was being downgraded to little brother instead. That wasn't all bad. In fact, he was rather grateful when she defended him from her brother's taunts. Which started as soon as the bigger boy found out that Christopher would not go on the roller coaster, or any of the more adventurous rides. Poor Christopher had tried to explain that he wasn't afraid. That all that spinning around and jerking up and down made him nauseous.
But Mike just WOULDN'T listen. He kept calling Christopher chicken and saying hurtful things. Like "You better hold Chrissy's hand in the haunted house, Mary, so baby doesn't wet his panties." OR "Don't cry if the merry-go-round goes too fast." Soon Christopher WAS crying, which, naturally, only served to spur the cruel boy on. So, when Mary intervened, Chris didn't even think to complain about the ignominy of being rescued by a twelve year old girl. He was far too happy about being rescued at all. Although he did wish she hadn't started calling him Chrissy after that. But he knew that he would never have had the courage to stand up to her brute of a brother the way she did, and the shame of that fact robbed him of the will to object to ANYTHING the little girl did.
He went along, tame as a lamb, as she energetically dragged him around by the hand, taking the lead in everything they did. She even, when he was slow to decide, ordered his dinner for him -- Off the children's menu! While she had a salad like his Mother. What he really hated was when she tied the paper bib that came with his meal around his slender neck __ And even cut his fish sticks into bite size pieces while her brother snickered! But he was far too flustered and intimidated to complain. To top it all off, this morning his Mother informed Christopher that the girls would be moving in this afternoon. Which was fine with him, since, despite his age, he had never been all alone for more than an hour or two before, and the prospect of spending the night alone frightened him. And he was very glad to hear that Mike was going on a camping trip with his friends and he wouldn't have to worry about the thug for three more days.
But, when she added that Linda would be in charge, and told Christopher to obey her, he had to complain. After all, he was the oldest, and he shouldn't have to take orders from a younger girl. But his Mother insisted, pointing out that she was very mature for her age and had more experience managing a household. She did not add that Christopher was not very mature at all, but making him promise to be a good boy and do as he was told made that point very well. He blushed at the memory. Shaking himself, he pushed his worries aside. It was still early, Linda and Mary weren't due until late afternoon, and there was something he really wanted to do while he had the house to himself.
He quickly made his way to the former guest room that had been designated as Mary's new room, heart racing in anticipation. Christopher's Mother loved pretty things, and had always wanted a little girl to dress up and pamper in silks and satins. While Christopher was a darling boy, and she had been able to pass on her skills as a homemaker to him, she had not thought it proper to dress him as a girl. No matter how much she was tempted. So when she had learned she was getting two daughters, she had gone a little crazy in buying them things and decorating their rooms, especially little Mary's.
All of Larry's children had been in boarding schools, and she had not been able to get any of their input. So it's not too surprising that Mary's room was a pink and white confection that would give any five year old a toothache. With closets and drawers stuffed full of clothes equally as darling. Instead of something that would suit a modern adolescent. Perhaps not entirely by coincidence, Chris also loved pretty things. In fact, his favorite chore was the laundry. Since it afforded him the opportunity to fondle his Mother's lingerie to his hearts content. He had even often wished he was a little girl. Then he would be able to wear silk panties all the time -- Instead of just when he was alone.
Not to mention satin dresses all his own. He could play with other little girls, and dolls too, and nobody would tease him for it. So it was not too surprising that the satin and lace adorned fairyland took his breath away. Slowly, he pushed open the door and gazed about. Taking in each precious detail and committing them to memory. He had a very good idea of what most twelve year old girls considered stylish, and after meeting Mary he had little doubt that massive redecorating would soon be taking place. There wouldn't be many opportunities to enjoy this feminine dream.
Finally, he drifted over to the closet and opened the doors. Almost squealing in joy -- And actually beginning to salivate -- when he saw that it was full of new dresses, all of them apparently as luxurious as the room. And hanging on the door was a pink silk and chiffon baby doll nightgown. A quick check revealed matching silk panties with adorable rows of white lace on the seat. Christopher shed his pajamas in a flash and reverently pulled on the panties and settled the nightie over his head, giggling at the new sensations. He admired himself in the floor length mirror, twirling around and bending over to shake his panty covered behind at his reflection. Giddy with delight he practiced a few curtseys, feeling a little silly, but loving how much he looked, and felt, like an adorable little girl. He blew himself a few kisses before prancing over to the canopy covered bed and pulling back the covers to feel the cool silk sheets.
He laid down on the bed and wiggled about on the slippery sheets for a moment before rolling over onto his stomach and starting to slide his hips slowly up and down, delighting in the feelings emanating from his engorged little peenie, gradually increasing his pace as he neared release. The rapturous boy was completely oblivious to the world as he writhed and moaned in ecstasy, and his first clue that he was not alone was the sting of a sharp slap to his bare thigh. Christopher squealed in shock as he rolled over to see Mary standing over him, smirking in amused contempt. With a mocking lilt in her voice, she inquired "Well, Chrissy Sissy Panties, just what are you up to?"
Part 2 Proper Places
Christopher was mortified to be caught in such an embarrassing act. He desperately hoped that he had somehow fallen asleep, and this was only a terrible nightmare. "Wh..what are you doing here?" he sputtered. "I live here now, Babydoll. Remember?" Mary replied calmly. "And I asked you first." "B..but you weren't SUPPOSED to be here until LATER," Christopher whined, frantically trying to change the subject. Mary wouldn't be deterred. "So? We decided to get an early start. And you still haven't answered my question, Sissy Pants," she insisted. "What were you doing?" Chris' mind raced as he tried to come up with a plausible lie.
But the best he could manage was "I..I w..was just laying down..and...and resting" he whimpered, starting to get up off the bed so that he would be in a better position to flee. Mary giggled, but was by no means satisfied with the silk clad lad's explanation. "You certainly didn't look like you were resting. You're all sweaty," she snickered, pushing him back down and bending down to come face to face with the fearfully trembling teenager. "I think you were doing something naughty." Chris started to shake his head no. But
Mary took his chin in her hand and moved closer to whisper conspiratorially in his ear, "You know, I think you were MAS...TUR...BATING." She stood back as Chris bleated denials. Mary laughed at the panicked boy's efforts to regain his dignity and, pointing at his silk covered crotch, matter of factly asked, "Well, if you weren't, then what's that?" Chris looked down to see a tiny tent in the front his panties, and a clearly visible wet stain at it's tip.
Shamed, he quickly covered the evidence with his hands and insisted, "Th..that's nothing!" "Well, it's certainly not much," Mary giggled, then seemed to dismiss the matter. "This sure is a nice room you have here, Chrissy, it really suits you. But don't your friends tease you about it?" Flustered, Chris whined, "This isn't my room. This is your room." "My room?" Mary said, incredulous. "This is much too sissy for me. Next you're going to tell me that's my babydoll and my panties you're wearing." "But, th...they are!" Chris insisted, baffled that she would think such girlish things were his. "Oh, Chrissy," Mary sighed, shaking her head sadly. "Masturbating is one thing, I know that boys can't control themselves. Mike does it all the time." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think he looks at pictures of sexy women, instead of dressing up like a little girl. But, boys are so weird you never know."
She giggled at the thought of her macho big brother in babydolls. Then schooled her features and continued in a more serious tone, "But sneaking into your big sister's room and making a mess in her panties is very naughty. I'm afraid when I tell Linda you're going to be spanked." Chris had never been spanked in his entire life, and the thought terrified the delicate boy. "No! Please, Mary, don't tell! I'll never do it again! I promise!" he wailed. "I'm sorry, Chrissy, but we don't keep secrets in this family," she solemnly answered, then brightened. "But -- babydolls really aren't my style, so I'll let you keep them," she chirped, smiling down at Chris as if she had just announced Christmas in July. "Doesn't that make you feel better?"
She didn't wait for an answer from the befuddled teen, instead she turned around to survey the room, seemingly lost in thought. "You know, Chrissy," she muttered, "This room really is much too sissified for me. All my friends would die laughing if they saw it." Again she suddenly brightened. "I've got a great idea!" she almost shouted, spinning back around to face Chris while smacking her fist into the palm of her hand. Poor Chris, who had been stealthily rising to his feet in another escape attempt, was rather startled by her abrupt action and plopped back down on the bed with a squeal of terror.
Mary didn't seem to notice, though. "We can trade rooms," she blurted "That way everybody's happy! I won't have a baby's bedroom. Linda won't have to spank you, since, technically, you were just being a perv in the privacy of your own room -- And," she added with a wink, "In the future you can, um, -- Entertain yourself -- however you please. " She stood there coc-kily, hands on hips and grinning from ear to ear, quite pleased with herself for having solved so many problems with one simple idea.
Chris wasn't so thrilled with her solution. "B..but this is a g..girls room." Mary frowned. "It's really more of a sissy's room, which makes it perfect for you," she reasoned, then continued in a firmer tone of voice. "Besides, it's obvious how much you like it. Now come on. If we hurry we can get all your things out of my room and in here and Linda will never know the difference. That way you won't have to worry about getting spanked." Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed her pretty little stepbrother's dainty wrist and dragged him off the bed.
Part 3 More Powerful Than A Limp Noodle
Chris tried to put a halt to her insane scheme, stammering protests, dragging his feet and frantically prying at the fingers wrapped around his wrist. None of which the determined twelve year old seemed to even notice. He was dragged out into the hallway before Mary paid any attention to his struggles, and that was only to deliver a swat to his silk encased backside and order, "Stop dawdling!"
Before poor Christopher regained a semblance of composure Mary asked,"Which room's your's, baby doll?" So sweetly and reasonably that Chris automatically pointed it out to her before he could stop himself. And faster than he could resume his protests, the door to his room had been flung open. Mary looked around, a bemused expression on her face, and declared the room suitable for her needs. "We just need to take out your clothes, rip those stupid posters off the wall, move your dolls to your room, and we'll be set," she stated with conviction. "They're NOT dolls!" Chris whined indignantly, defending his collection of action figurines and models of comic book heroes. "And my posters aren't stupid, either!"
They also featured super heroes, and many of them were collectors items. He had a large collection of comic books, taking up closet space, as well. Chris loved super heroes. Right then he was wishing, as he often did, that he had powers like their's. Then he would show Mary who was a sissy. "You like super heroes, huh? I bet you wish you were one," Mary said, seeming to read his mind. "But what kind of super hero could you be?" she mused, her mocking grin betraying the innocent tone. "Chrissy, The Boy Wonder, `cause you wonder if he's a boy? The Pink Featherduster? Wonder Wimp? Private Pantywaist of the Pansy Platoon?"
She was laughing openly now, while Chris struggled to hold back tears. "I know! I know!" she crowed, "Look! Starting to cry! It's a baby! It's a little girl! It's SISSY BOY!" Mary was laughing so hard her sides hurt. Chris, however, did not think it was funny. "That's not fair!" he wailed, stamping his foot. "Stop calling me a sissy. I'm not a sissy. I'm not!" Mary was far from convinced "STOP! she howled, "Your awesome power to make people laugh at you is killing me!" Chris was at a loss. He stamped his little foot again in frustration, then turned his back on the laughing girl before burying his face in his hands and bursting into sobs. That actually helped Mary get ahold of herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, Chrissy," she apologized, fingers crossed and hugging Chris from behind. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
Chris wasn't ready to forgive her. Still, she seemed to be at least TRYING to be nice to him, and that went a long way towards dispelling his anger. "It's not nice to laugh at people," he whimpered, hoping to get some more sympathy. "Well, I couldn't help it," Mary said, gently massaging his shoulders, "You really are a sissy, you know?" "I am not," Chris sniffled. He would have denied her claim more forcefully, but he was finding it hard to stay mad. "Oh, sure," Mary replied, giggling again. "Of course you're not a sissy. Why, all the boys I know like to dress up in pretty pink silk baby dolls and panties." Only then did Chris realize what a spectacle he must have made, standing there, all in pink, insisting he wasn't a sissy.
He could hardly blame Mary for laughing about that, could he? He couldn't even suppress a little giggle of his own just thinking about it. He wasn't about to relinquish his role as the injured party, though. "Still," he mewled, "It wasn't very nice to make fun of me." "Whatever," Mary said, rolling her eyes. "Let's get to work. Okay?" she added, dismissing his complaints. "Unless you'd LIKE Linda to spank you?" After Chris fearfully shook his head, Mary added, "Okay then. You start on the posters and I'll start on your closet." Mary, suiting actions to words, went over to the walk in closet, flung open the doors, and began to pull out all of his things.
Chris panicked at the sight of this, fearing that she would discover his most secret, and beloved, collection when she reached the back of the closet. He shouted "STOP!" and when Mary turned and gave him a puzzled, and annoyed, look, he nervously stammered "Er..I..I don't th..th..think I want to um.. change r..rooms any..m..more." "Why on Earth not?" Mary vented, exasperated "You were fine until...?" She smiled as she made the connection. "What are you hiding in your closet, Chrissy Sissy Panties?" "N..n..nothing," he stuttered, turning beet red. Mary laughed, remembering his earlier evasions. "Well, it's probably not much either," she snickered. "But I'm sure it's something."
She returned to her task with new purpose. Chris was frantic! He knew he had to stop her, but he didn't know how. He tried demanding, "NO! STOP! Get out of my closet!" When that produced no results, other than laughter, he switched to pleading, "Please, Mary, don't look in my closet. Please?" This actually got Mary's attention, she turned towards Chris, smirking. "Not a chance, Sissy Pants," she cackled, "Not now that I KNOW you're hiding something." She then returned to the hunt. Christopher did not deal with pressure well. He was prone to losing his head and making very poor decisions, and whatever he did usually made the situation worse. That held true this time when the frail teenager decided to use force.
With a cry of fury he launched himself at the little girl. Determined to wrestle her into submission and set things back to their proper order, with him in the position of authority over the much younger girl. Maybe, if he had known a few more things about his new stepsister, he would have thought better of this strategy. He already knew [Or should have] that the twelve year old was stronger than him. But he did not know that Mary, like her father and her older siblings, was a very talented athlete. The star of both her baseball and soccer teams. Or that she practiced the martial arts, and had already earned a black belt in Judo and a brown belt in Karate. Needless to say, things went poorly for Chris. He quickly found himself on his knees, his wrist in a very painful submission hold, and wailing in pain.
Mary calmly chastised him, "Oh stop bawling, Crybaby, it doesn't hurt that much." She frowned when her words had no effect. "Okay, have it your way. Now this.....," she spat, twisting the eighteen year olds fragile wrist, just a little bit, eliciting screams from poor Chris, "....Hurts!" She then relaxed her hold to see if he had gotten the point. Gratified that the sniveling boy had understood, and had quieted down considerably, she scolded, "Throwing temper tantrums and starting fights is definitely not allowed in this family. You've just earned yourself another spanking!"
When he started to wail in protest she twisted his wrist again to quiet him. "There's no use crying about it, Chrissy, it won't change anything. I can see that your Mommy has spoiled you rotten. But in this family we run a tight ship, and when children are naughty they get a spanking. No exceptions. Now, tell me what you're hiding and where..." "What in the world is going on?" The cry from the doorway interrupted Mary's interrogation. Both children looked up to see Linda, an angry expression on the sixteen year olds beautiful face.
Part 4 Panty Poacher's Penalty
After dropping Mary off, Linda had gone to the post office to make sure that their mail would be forwarded. The line had been mercifully short, greatly relieving the harried girl who was on a very hectic schedule. She had not planned on coming over to their new home so early. But, after her almost stepmother had told her a few stories of her panicky son's near disasters whenever he was left alone for long, and having a nightmare of arriving and finding the house had been burned down, this morning she had decided to bring Mary over to keep an eye on things.
Her little sister was a level headed girl, and after observing the two together the other night Linda had no doubts that she was more mature than Christopher and would have no trouble taking charge. But, hearing a child scream as she got out of the car, she feared a horrible mistake had been made. She ran into the house quickly, but hesitated as she tried to determine where the screams had come from. Then she heard Chris wailing and shot up the stairs towards the sound. Of course, Linda knew that Chris was a sissy, that was obvious. But still, the sight of him kneeling and crying before her sister, dressed in pink babydoll pajamas, came as quite a shock. Mary was surprised to see her sister arrive so soon. She knew how post office lines could be, and expected at least another half hour to set things in order.
But she quickly regained her composure and calmly told Linda her version of all that had happened. Poor Christopher could only blubber in shame. When Mary finished, Linda asked Christopher if that was all true. And, after he had managed to sob out a rambling excuse that amounted to an affirmative, she demanded that he produce whatever he was hiding. Christopher saw no way out and reluctantly did as he was told, going into the closet and bringing out a small bag containing nine pairs of pilfered panties the silk besotted boy had acc-umulated over the past year. The fact that the panties were in different sizes showed that they could not all have come from his Mother.
Both girls were furious, and Linda demanded, "Where did you get these? You little thief!" When Chris only sobbed louder and shook his head she slapped him. "You had better tell me who you stole every single pair from, or we'll take you door to door, telling everybody that you're a panty thief, and ask if they recognize any of them, until every pair has been returned. So you can tell me now, and only the girls you stole from, and Mary and I, will know. Or you can keep quiet, and the whole neighborhood will know that you're a sneaky little sissy panty thief." Chris cried louder still, since all of the panties had been stolen from the house of his only friend, and belonged to her and her sisters.
He was sure that when she found out she would hate him. Especially after seeing how Linda and Mary had reacted to the discovery -- And they weren't even their panties! But, once again he saw no escape, and haltingly told Linda the truth through his tears. Linda listened to the blubbering teen's rambling and excuse filled confession impatiently. When he had finally gotten the pertinent details out she slapped him. Abruptly ending his blathering and setting off a fresh wave of tears. Which were ignored as she angrily scolded him, "I can't believe you'd steal panties from a girl who thought you were a friend!"
Chris shamefully hung his head, but the sixteen year old grasped his chin and forced the sobbing boy to look at her while she continued, "And her sisters too! That's absolutely despicable! I'm ashamed to even be in the same family with such a pathetic little pervert! Aren't you ashamed to be related to this sissy, Mary?" The younger girl solemnly nodded, and Linda took a hold of Chris's arm and dragged him over to the bed. "Well, you've certainly earned a severe spanking, Panty boy. And whatever punishment the girls you stole from recommend as well," she said as she pulled the squealing teen over her knee. Chris struggled frantically to escape, but Linda was a strong girl and had no trouble securing the frail little eighteen year old.
She pulled a large wooden hairbrush from her purse and pulled the already wailing boy's panties down, exposing his plump, pink cheeks to her wrath. His wails turned to screams as the first blow landed. Linda had meant to beat the little thief's bottom until it blistered, but Chris had another surprise for her. Since being discovered by Mary, pleasuring himself on the silk sheets of her bed, Christopher had never quite lost his little erection. When Linda had pulled down his panties, it had come in contact with her bare, silky smooth thigh, exciting him more than anything ever had before.
With every blow he thrust forward in an attempt to lessen the pain, fruitlessly, but grinding his manhood {such as it was} into her thigh with every thrust and bringing him ever closer to orgasm. Chris knew what was going to happen, but was too ashamed to say anything. Instead, he prayed that he would be able to make it through the spanking without completely humiliating himself and increased the volumes of his screams in the hope that Linda would decide he'd been punished enough. Linda was in no mood to show mercy, though, but before she had delivered a dozen swats he exploded in the most intense orgasm of his life.
When Linda felt the hot, sticky, fluid squirt across her leg she paused in her task, confused. Briefly, she feared that she somehow had drawn blood from the screaming boy, before realizing what must have happened. She leapt to her feet, dumping Chris on the floor. "Ewwwwww, yuk," she moaned, as her suspicions were confirmed. "What the hell did you just do?" she angrily shouted. Chris only wailed louder as he curled into a fetal position while Mary burst into uncontrollable giggles when she understood what was bothering her sister. "It's not funny!" Linda protested, but then, she too saw the humor in the situation and joined Mary in laughter.
The humiliated boy cried all the louder. After their giggles died down, Linda looked at her watch and, "Tsked," saying "I don't have time to deal with this. I have to get back to the apartment and meet the movers." She turned to Mary and said "You take charge, I'm sure you can handle the little wimp." Mary smiled. "Sure, no problem. Is there anything you want done before you get back?" "Hmmm... Well, he should wash and iron all the panties he stole. This evening we'll take him over to return them, and apologize. And you can go ahead and switch rooms. And he needs a bath. I'd tell you to finish his spanking after that, but I think the pervert would enjoy it," she laughed "But I'll leave however you punish him, or whatever you punish him for, up to you. He's completely in your hands."
She handed the hairbrush over to her little sister. Mary took it reverently, it had belonged to their late Mother, and being given possession of it seemed like a passage into womanhood for the girl. Linda felt much the same way, she passionately hugged her sister, tears in her eyes, and gushed "You're growing up so fast. I'm so proud of you." Chris watched the odd exchange from the floor, wondering what kind of lunatic family his Mom had married them into.
But he didn't have much time to ponder. Linda dried her eyes and left after kissing her sister goodbye. Mary turned to him and smirked "Upsy daisy, Babydoll. You've got a lot to do this afternoon." Chris started to protest, after all, it was ridiculous for a twelve year old to be bossing him around. Mary knew how to handle a disobedient child, though, and before he knew what was happening she had crossed the room to where he was laying and delivered three smacks to his his tender fanny. "No arguments, Sissy," she warned. "Now get your chubby little butt up and get into the bathroom!" Chris moved to comply, but too slowly to satisfy Mary. "This instant!" she added, adding another smack as well, and sending Chris scampering to the bathroom as quickly as he could. Which wasn't very quick at all, since his panties were still down around his knees and Mary would smack him whenever he slowed down to try and pull them up.
Chris was almost hysterical by the time he hobbled into the bathroom. But Mary was by no means satisfied that he understood his place. She was determined that he have no doubts who was the child, and who the adult, in their relationship. "Strip, Sissy," she commanded, while she started the bathwater. Chris hurriedly obeyed, by now quite cowed by the little girl.
Part 5 Mind Your Sister
Mary critically examined the eighteen year old's frail, juvenile build, noting that with his small, delicate hands, scrawny arms, soft, rounded shoulders, infirm chest, and cute little pot belly. he could easily pass for a little girl from the waist up. For that matter, his plump buttocks, flabby thighs, weak calves and dainty feet could have belonged to one of the coddled girls in Mary's old dorm. If it weren't for his minuscule male genitals and sparse body hair the illusion would be complete. Mary shared her opinions with Christopher while looking through the cabinets.
Soon, having found what she sought, she returned to the sobbing boy and ordered him into the bathtub, handed him the lady bic razor, and commanded him to shave. Christopher did not understand, at first, since he had no trace of facial hair, but Mary explained, in detail, what she meant. Chris balked at this, he wasn't about to remove his only evidence of maturity, so he angrily shouted, "NO, I WON'T!" and added, "You can't make me!" for good measure. Mary had expected resistance. So, faster than Chris could blink, she had pulled him halfway out of the tub and pinned him there, before starting to spank him with a vengeance.
It didn't take long for what little fight there was to go out of the fragile teen, but Mary did not stop until her arm was exhausted. "Now, are you going to be a good little sissy and do as you're told?" she asked, "Or do I have to spank you even more?" "I...I'll b..be good," Chris sobbed. "You'll be a good what?" Mary demanded, giving him another swat. "I'll be a good boy?" Chris squealed. "You're not a boy, you're a sissy," Mary corrected. "So say you'll be a... Good... Little... Sissy."
Each word was punctuated with another smack. Chris didn't hesitate at all to say the humiliating words "I'll be a good little sissy!" he practically shouted. Willing to say anything to end the abuse to his burning bottom. "Good," Mary smiled, finally satisfied, and released the tamed teenager. "Now, when I come back there better not be a single hair beneath your neck, or I'll start pulling them out with a tweezer. And then you'll get another spanking," she said, smacking her palm with the brush to emphasize.
Chris flinched, then scrambled to find the razor where he dropped it in the tub and started shaving as instructed. Mary saw that he wasn't going to give her any more trouble for a while. So she left him in the tub and went to find some clean clothes for her sissified stepbrother, and for herself as well, since she had gotten soaked disciplining him. She went first to the ultra girly room that Chris would be moving into, but was distressed to find that the only day clothes available were party dresses a five year old, or Christopher, might adore, but nothing she would be caught dead in.
She thought of just wearing pajamas until Linda returned with her things, but all that was available were several babydoll sets, and she did not care those, either. She was almost resigned to wearing wet clothes for the rest of the day, before remembering that Chris actually had boy's things in his old room. Cheered, and not at all surprised she could have forgotten something like that, she quickly picked out the plainest dress available, which wasn't very plain at all, and set of underwear for Chris, then went to her new room to find a change of clothes for herself.
Mary returned to the bathroom after changing into a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. She was pleased to find that Chris had finished shaving and was waiting for her docilely, quietly whimpering. She ordered him to stand and examined him thoroughly. Chris obeyed, trembling as he turned about at her bidding. Mary could see that the childlike teen-ager was absolutely terrified of her and was exhilarated by that knowledge. Satisfied that Christopher had indeed done as she ordered, Mary ordered him out of the bath and directed him in cleaning it with a few more smacks of the brush. When he finished she patted him dry with a fluffy towel and began to rub a scented lotion into his soft skin.
She didn't neglect a single inch of him, including his groin, but when her ministrations caused an erection she slapped his little peenie and, giggling, scolded the squealing teen, "There's no time for that now, Sissy Chrissy." When she finished she told him to go to his room and put on the clothes laid out on the bed. He earned another smack from Mary when he went toward his old bedroom "That's my room now, silly," she corrected "You're room is the sissy's room, remember that from now on, baby, if you want to stay out of trouble."
Chris gasped when he entered the room and saw the pink party dress and matching undies laying on the bed. As much as he knew he would love wearing the adorable ensemble, he didn't want anybody to actually see him dressed so girlishly. But, far to intimidated to complain, he reluctantly went over to the bed and began to dress. The panties were made of pink satin, with four rows of delicate white lace rumba ruffles on the back. And there was a little pink bow in front at the waist, and matching bows on the sides at each lace frilled leg opening.
Blushing, he pulled them on, grateful to at least be covering his nakedness. It did not escape Mary's notice that his little erection returned in the process. He then pulled on the pink satin girl's vest, a perfect match for the panties, before pulling the princess style petticoat over his head. It had a white satin bodice with three layers of organza skirts and a white lace trim with pink ribbon threaded through it, and tiny pink bows attached for good measure.
Chris shivered as it settled over his waist, and couldn't help swaying back and forth a little, delighting in the feelings as the the soft material brushed against his sensitive skin. Mary giggled at the sight of the obviously enchanted boy, and Chris blushed furiously as she buttoned up the back for him. Finally came the dress, a vision of girlish beauty in pink and white satin. Mary helped her awe-struck stepbrother squeeze his feet into a pair of matching mary-janes. They were a size too small and pinched his feet painfully.
He managed the courage to whimper a complaint, cowering in fear that Mary would hit him. But Mary didn't even scold him, only saying that they were the only shoes that went with the dress, and that they could go shopping tomorrow to find him some new ones. For a finishing touch she used the brush for it's originally intended purpose, parting his dishwater blonde hair in the middle. Then two pink ribbons were employed to make short pigtails on each side of his head, tying the ribbons into cute little bows. Mary pulled him over to the mirror and Chris realized that, except for his short hair, he did look like a little girl.
But his hair made it obvious, in Christopher's opinion, that he was just a sissy boy in a dress. A very short dress at that, the edges of his petticoats were peeking out and he knew that bending the slightest bit would put his panties on display. Mary produced a pinafore from the closet to complete his ensemble. As she tied it on she explained the rules. "It's really very simple, Chrissy. You do what you're told, when you're told. And I don't want to hear any arguments or any whining. Understand?" After Chris nodded, she continued, "And don't even think about throwing a temper tantrum. If you break the rules, even just a little bit, you'll be spanked. Absolutely no exceptions. Understand?" Chris fearfully whimpered, "Y..yes M..M..Mary." The last thing he wanted was to be spanked again.
First Chris had to hand wash the panties. A job he would have enjoyed if Mary hadn't been hovering over him with the brush, threatening to smack him if he dawdled. After hanging them out to dry they started on Mary's new room. Instead of taking his old things to his new room Chris was told to take them out to the garage. Mary explained that he would not be pretending to be a boy any longer, so he did not need any boy things.
She seemed to consider letting him keep his comic books and related paraphernalia since, "They are kind of sissified." But, after perusing one of the comics she changed her mind. "Oh, no. These are much too violent. No wonder you think you can get away with starting fights and throwing tantrums. No, these aren't appropriate for a sweet little sissy at all." Chris wanted to protest, but when he looked at Mary she was idly twirling the brush and grinning mockingly at him, practically daring him to say anything, so he kept his mouth shut. "Don't worry, Chrissy," Mary mock sympathized. "When we go shopping tomorrow I'm sure we can find more suitable reading material for you."
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: A Sissy's Tale by Prissy Chrissy (Read 31753 times)
