This is a dirty story. If you don't want to read it, then don't. Copyrighted 2007 by Sissy Whore. I love to hear comments. Feel free to send me pics, too. sissy.whore@gmail.com
Chapter 3
After that, I had to go out of town for about a week for some business meetings. When I returned to the office, Bernice was waiting for me tapping a hairbrush against her thigh.
"Get into the bathroom, NOW."
"But Mistress, I haven't done anything wrong," I said. She then leapt at me and grabbed me by the balls and dragged me into the bathroom. Even through my slacks her vice-like grip really hurt.
"Shut up, bitch. Even if you hadn't done anything wrong before that, your smart mouth fucked that up for you. Besides you need to learn that sissies exist for women's pleasure ... No. Scratch that. You sissies exist for MY pleasure. So if I want to spank your ass or pound your balls or do anything else, then you should just be happy that I'm am amused. In fact, you could say that I own you, my sweet, stupid, little pansy."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had a terrible case of jet-lag, hadn't had my morning coffee yet. My balls were throbbing and now I was being told that I didn't matter ... that I was in fact ... chattel. At least I wasn't going to prison ... and at least I still might get to have sex with Bernice.
"Yes, Mistress."
Bernice yanked my slacks and boxers down.
"Aha. I knew it. You did fuck up. Where are your panties? And is that stubble? First of all, you should have panties on all the time. Secondly, you should always keep your legs, ass, and pee pee free of hair--and that includes stubble. Now, how many do you deserve and how should I administer them?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just said "10 with your hand, Mistress."
"Hmmm. Interesting," Bernice said. "Well, that isn't nearly sufficient so ... let's see here ... you should get the 10 with my hand that you asked for ... and then ... 5 with the hairbrush for not shaving 5 for not wearing panties 4 extra for fun, one special one with your belt for not saying please when requesting the spanking and then 3 more with the brush for being suck a screaming little sissy faggot ... and I have something special planned for those last 3. You won't forget them."
I was so terrified that I almost peed my pants except that Bernice had a tight grip on my genitals. I wasn't sure if my arithmetic was right, but that sound like 18 swats and mostly with the brush. The one with the belt sounded scary, too.
Bernice sat on the toilet and asked me to lie across her lap. I didn't know what else to do so I complied.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
She was hitting hard ... fuck!
SLAP SLAP SLAP
"Waaaa!!!"
SLAP SLAP
Fuck that hurt.
"What a pathetic little sissy. When a woman gives her a spanking, she cries after 8 barehanded slaps. You're lucky you aren't being spanked by a man."
Bernice picked up the brush. I peaked back to see her gripping the wooden handle tightly in anticipation.
WHACK
"Ooooohhhh." Tears streamed down my face.
"Such a girly sissy. Can't even take a proper spanking. Oh well. A sissy's just a sissy."
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
It hurt worse than anything.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Waaaaa!"
"There there, little girl."
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK
"Waaaaaaaaaa!!" I was sniffling and crying.
"Now stand up," Bernice ordered.
I stood up.
"Now pick up your slacks, take your belt out, and give it to me."
I did as Bernice asked.
"Okay, sissy, bend over, pull those girlish butt cheeks apart, and keep them spread."
I bent and spread my cheeks with my hands.
Whooosh CRACK!!!
"Ahhhhhhhh FUCK!!!" I screamed. Bernice had wound up and hit my butthole with the belt.
"Remember, bitch, that was for sulking and not saying 'pretty please' when asking for your punishment. Oh and you've earned two more special with the brush for swearing. Next time it will be more. Now get your ass over here."
I started to drape myself across her lap, but she slapped me.
"Don't get fresh with me. I didn't tell you to do that. Just stand there you stupid little whore."
I stood next to Bernice and she grabbed my penis and started to massage it. My asshole still hurt, but this felt nice. My dick started to stand at attention and then Bernice swung the brush...
WHACK
...right into my balls
"Ooooffff." I doubled over.
WHACK WHACK
I thought I was dying ... and then it got worse. She turned the brush over and dragged the bristles across my scrotum.
WHACK
Then she dragged the bristles across the tip of my penis.
WHACK
I was crying outright and just wanted to die.
"There, there, little sissy. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now go stand in the corner so that Auntie Bernice can see your bright red bottom."
To Be Continued...