Use & Abuse Me

My body trembles with fright every-time I see him reach for it.  Flashbacks of horrifying memories in my past play through my mind in anticipation of the next memory to be added.  Despite the terror of this simple device though, I have nothing but love and praise to give for its existence.  For without it, I would still be a lost soul, tying to prove my manhood by attempting to put my pathetic clity places it simply doesn’t belong.  Thankfully one day, a strong, caring man took precious time out of his day to introduce me to this feared implement, and made me into the sissy I am today.  I’m in no way perfect.  I still misbehave like everyone else, but every time his belt painfully strikes against my back side, I learn a new lesson to help further my progress in being the best sissy that I can be.    

This is part Six of my previous work.  Be sure to read parts 1-5 if you wish to understand the background of this section.

Dinner might’ve been the most normal thing I had experienced at this place.  A little awkward at first, but when Sherry came up, she acted as though everything was normal.  Other than having trouble sitting down, which I’m surprised she was able to do at all.  I mean, my bottom was still sore to sit on, and it had been a good 24 hours since I had my whoopin.

After dinner, Madam Victoria took us back down to the cell.  As we walked in, she whispered to Sherry, “Daddy’s gonna let you two sleep together again tonight, even though you were naughty.  He’s trusting you to help Tricia as she transitions into this new chapter of her life.  You can watch some TV, but lights go out at 11, understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good, okay goodnight girls.”

“Goodnight Madam Victoria,” we reply.

After Victoria leaves, I turn to Sherry to apologize.  “Sherry, I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t know what to do.  I forgot to call him Daddy this morning, and he questioned me.”

“It’s alright, Tricia,” she says trying to calm me down. “You did what you had to do, and it was also the right thing to do.  However, in the future, we have to make sure we correct each other, because we will both be punished no matter who tells on who.  We have to tattle on each other though.  He will always find out the truth one way or the other, and you definitely don’t want to be caught in a lie.

“Okay,”  I respond with a concerned grin.  

She leans in and hugs me. “You look good by the way,”  she says. “Did the waxing hurt?  You did have a lot of hair…”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,”  I respond.  “A couple areas did hurt though.  It’s so weird though, I’m not use to this at all.  My legs are ridiculously smooth.”  

She chuckles, “Ha, ya it definitely takes some time, but I think it feels great being free of all that.”

“I can see that, I guess.”  I skeptically reply.

Sherry interrupts, “Hey, let’s get changed into our pj’s so we can cuddle and watch tv.”

We begin going through the drawers to pick out something out.  Sherry hands me a lace piece of lingerie.  “Here, this is called a teddy.  You should wear this to compliment your new hairless look.  It’ll make Daddy happy, I’m sure.”

It was basically a one piece, I stepped into it, and began pulling it up.  The back of it went up like a thong, and that felt weird.  I was not use to having underwear ride up my crack like that.  I pull the bra straps over my shoulders.  Sherry helps me make sure everything is snug, and then hands me a matching nightgown.  

“You look hot!”  She tells me.  “Take a look in the mirror.  

Frightened by what I looked like, I slowly peak into the mirror.  Other than my short hair, she was right.  I was actually looking very feminine with it on.  

She puts on something nice herself, but a little less risqué.  We hop under the covers and she clicks the TV on with the remote.  

I didn’t recognize any of the channels she was flipping through.  “Is there anything basic on here?”

“No, Daddy blocks most stuff on these TV’s.  Everything is pretty girly.  A lot of fashion shows, and such.”  She turns on a runway competition show.  “Here, this is actually good, I learned a lot about make up and everything watching this.”  

I should’ve figured he was doing absolutely everything possible to brainwash us…  we laid there quiet and soon enough, eleven o’clock hit.  So we turned off the TV and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, after the alarm went off, Sherry pulled me out of bed.  “Come on, we have to get ready.  I’m gonna do your make up today as well, so no time to waste.”

I had trouble waking up.  I was having several nightmares, after seeing what happened in the punishment room.  I kept thinking I would wake up and this was all just a bad dream, but sure enough the nightmare continues in real life.  

I have a seat by the dresser.  Sherry pulls out a variety of different things.  Most of which was un familiar with, but she explains what everything is and shows me in the mirror the basics on what to do.  I learned about foundation, we even put on fake eye lashes.  She also gave me a quick manicure and pedicure.  The final touch was, getting a wig on my head.  We decided I would do dark brown hair which was also my natural color.

We were just about to pick out some outfits for the day, but the door to the room started to open.  It was Daddy, “Good morning girls.”

“Good morning Daddy”, we reply.

He stops and takes a look at me with my new look, I felt ridiculous, but I started to see a stare I had never seen from any guy before.  It wasn’t aggressive, it was lustful.  “Well well,”  he says eyeing me up and own, slowly sliding the cell door open.  “is this your work Sherry?”

“Yes Daddy.” she responds.

“Good job princess.  I mean, if i didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t even be able to tell there was a sissy beneath all that.  

Sherry looks over at me, as if I’m supposed to say something.  I nervously respond, “uh,… thank you Daddy.”

“Oh, learning some manners are we?  Your attitude surely is changing quickly.  See, your old daddy should’ve taken the belt to you when you needed it, but I’ll make sure you get the discipline you need.”

I started blushing, so many feelings were coming over me.  I was scared, confused, embarrassed, yet somewhat aroused.  I had never experienced someone, much less a man, treat me like this.  It was different than anything I had felt before.

He looks over to Sherry, “Sherry, I want to spend some alone time here with Tricia.  Why don’t you go to the den and find something to do for a little bit.”

“Okay Daddy,” she replies.

Sherry, exits the cell and the room, closing the door behind her.  David slides the cell door closed.  

He walks over and begins to fondle me while I stand there.  He then whispers in my ear.  “Well, don’t you look extra slutty in that lingerie.  If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were looking to get fucked.” He grabs my ass tight, “are you looking for a nice hard cock to fill your soft little sissy holes with?”

I gasp a little as I don’t know what to say, but he interrupts me.  “haha, don’t you worry, I know you’re still a virgin, and I’m not gonna take that from you yet, but I do want you to get it on your mind.  Maybe ask Sherry to teach you how to use some toys so you’ll be ready.  Because I’m not gonna wait forever, understood?”

“Yes Daddy,” I respond, but in my head I’m scared as I can’t even imagine the torment it’d be to have him penetrate me.

“Good girl.  For now though,  I need you to keep this cock drained somehow, and I know your slutty little mouth can take it.  So why don’t you get down on your knees and give it some attention.”

I hesitate for a second, but he raises his hand back to slap me, and I drop to my knees immediately.  

“You can act a little more enthusiastic about it whore!  I know you want to suck it again so get my pants down and pull it out.  Unless of course you wanna go wait in the punishment room, and I’ll get Sherry to do it?”

I shake my head, “no Daddy, please, l’ll do it!  I’ll suck it.”  

He calms down a little.  So I reach my hands out, to undo his belt buckle.  “Look familiar?”  He asks.  “I believe thats the same belt you got your bratty little ass whooped with the other night.”

I gulp, noticeably as I continue pulling down his pants.  As I start to bring them to his ankles, he grabs my head and pushes it towards the bulge in his briefs.  My instincts kick in and I rub my face against it like he had me do before.  

“My my, you really are eager to get your lips wrapped around this big dick aren’t you?”

I Nod my head yes as I look up at him.  I’m trying to remember how Sherry did it with Mike.  I thought that maybe if I just went along with his game, then he might just finish faster and it’ll be over with.  

“Alright Tricia, that’s enough teasing.  Pull it out now and get to work.”  

I grab the elastic on his briefs and yank them down.  His dick sprung out of the front and hit me on the chin.  

He laughs at me, “ha, you like having your face slapped with Daddy’s cock?”  I try to open my mouth, but he pulls his dick back and slaps it across my cheek.  I flinch as he does it a few more times.  

Finally, he holds still and I’m able to wrap my mouth around the tip.  I can taste some of his pre cum and feel a little bit of wetness left on my face from wear his tip smacked against it.  I figured I had him going pretty well from the moment he saw me in my lingerie, so I slid it down my throat as far as I could.  I was determined to get it over with.  

I began bobbing my head back and forth, occasionally moving my tongue around the the tip and sides.  I was loosing balance though, so I had to do something with my hands.  All I could think to do is was what I had seen in porn before.  I held on to his butt.

He moans out, “that’s it, grab onto it.  You like the way Daddy’s ass feels?”

I nod my head and yell with my voice muffled by his cock, “yes Daddy.”  The feeling of my vocal chords on him must’ve nearly made him loose it.  He pulls out of my throat for a second, and I see his cock throbbing in front of my face, dripping wet with my slobber.

He grabs my cheeks together pulling at my mouth “Trying to make me loose it?  I know you wanna be Daddy’s little cum dump, but I’ll give you this nut when I’m ready understood?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good, now hold still for a second.”  He walks over to the bed and has a seat on the edge.  “Now slowly, crawl on all fours over to me.  Keep your back arched down with your ass up.”

I put my hands on the ground, and bend my back lifting my ass as high as possible.  I slowly crawl on all fours, trying my hardest to keep my back arched.  

He shakes his head in disappointment. “That’s the best you can do? We’re gonna need to correct that posture young lady.”

Once I get in front of him he starts to play with my lips again.  “ So you like the way my muscular, hairy ass feels in those soft little girly hands of yours?  Well that’s what a real mans ass feels like, and you’re gonna learn to worship it whore.”  

He lays his back down on the bed and pulls his legs back towards his chest.  I can see his hairy hole looking right up at me.  I’m shocked and horrified at the sight.  Then, he orders me to kiss both of his butt cheeks.  Reluctantly, I give into his orders, and begin to kiss his cheeks back and forth.  “Good girl,” he says. “Now all that’s left is the middle.”

With my lips on his right cheek, I freeze in place, hoping he was joking.  

“Did I stutter?”

“No Daddy.”

“Well then pucker up and start kissing that asshole. You know, I’m getting a bit tired of all this hesitation from you.  The next time I tell you do something, you get to it right away or you’re gonna be bent over this bed in tears while you get another good strapping Missy.”

I close my eyes tight and go in for the kiss.  I had never even done this with a girl, much less some strange man, but I give him what he asks for.  He tells me to keep going, so over and over I again, press my lips onto his hole.  

“That’s it,” he moans out. “Now let me feel you lick it.”  

I dared not hesitate this time, so I stroke my tongue through his crack, passing his hole.  I gagged at the first taste.

“Oh come on slut, don’t play that gagging bullshit with me, you know you like how it tastes.  Now wiggle that tongue on it.  Get it in there nice and deep.”

What could I do, I had no choice.  Sure enough for the next 10 minutes, I was doing circles around his hole with my tongue, and digging it into him as deep as I could.  How much more humiliating could it get, I thought.  

Eventually, he wanted me to continue with his blowjob.  He dropped his legs back to the ground and shoved his cock right back into my mouth.  Pulling on the back of my head, I was starting to become use to feeling his head hit the back of my throat without gaging.

All of the sudden, he pushes my head off him and stands up.  “Alright, I want you get up on your feet and sit pretty for me, like a dog begging for a treat.”

Having a trained dog in my childhood, I knew what he was referring to.  I moved my body up and got into position.

“Okay, now a want you to hold that position, and without using any words, beg for your treat.”

He strokes his rock solid cock in front of my face, and I do my best to give him the desperate puppy eyes.  I also stick my tongue out in anticipation for him to cum in my mouth again.  

“No no no,” he says.  “Not this time. No, this time I want to cover that brand new soft face of yours.  Sherry did a good job with your make up, but let’s just put one more finishing touch on it.  So close your mouth and close your eyes, because here comes your treat bitch.”

I couldn’t believe he was about to give me a facial.  At the same time, I figured it was better than having to taste his nasty spunk again.  So I do as told, and get my face ready.

He starts to moan with pleasure.  A couple seconds later, I feel the first squirt blast me across the face.  Trying my best not to flinch and keep my face still, another shot hits me right on my closed eyelid.  Then another went up my nostril and began leaking down over my lips.  Rope after rope of cum, he made sure to cover every part of my face.  Eventually, the blasts turn into drops, and slowly but surely, he drains out every last drop.  

Feeling completely degraded, I wait with my face up, breathing in the strong smell of his fresh load.  I hear him rustle through his pants pockets and pull out his phone.  He starts taking pictures of me.  

“I wanna keep these photos for memories of your first facial.  I think I’ll send a pic to my buddies as well.  I’m sure they’ll be eager to see what our new sissy looks like.  You can drop to your knees again, but I want you to remain face up.  Just don’t let any of it drip.”

I was glad he let me drop back to my knees, I was having trouble holding myself up in that position.  I felt so humiliated.  How on earth could I ever come back from this.  Even if he eventually let me go, I’m gonna have to live with this memory for the rest of my life, and what was I gonna do to explain why I don’t have body hair anymore.  I was beginning to accept that I was just gonna have to go along with everything.  Thinking about the outside world and ever seeing it again, was becoming something I’d rather not think about too much.

“Okay Tricia, I’ll be right back.  I want you to remain just like that.”  My eyes are closed, but I hear him leaving the room.  I wait patiently for a minute or two, and then I hear the door open.  

“Take a look Sherry, look familiar?”  Doesn’t Tricia look pretty with Daddy’s cum all over her face?”  He had brought her back into the room to see me like this.

“She does Daddy,” Sherry responds.

“Oh come on now, you’re not jealous of her now are you?  Don’t worry, that’s what I brought you in here.  You’re gonna help clean it up.  Why don’t you go lick it off her face.”

“Thank you Daddy!”  

I can hear her making her way over to me.  Sherry gets down on her knees right in front of me.  Next thing I know, I feel her tongue working up the side of my face.  Cleaning the cum up off of my eye’s and nose.  

“Don’t swallow yet Sherry.”

Obviously her mouth is full so she does not respond.  She just continues slowly lapping up every drop.  Eventually bringing her lips to mine, slurping what was resting between my lips.  

“Okay Tricia, I think your eyes are fine now.  Go ahead and open them.”

My eyelids feel sticky, but I mange to open them without a problem.  I can see Sherry staring directly into my eyes as she kisses and licks my face.

“Got it all Sherry?”  He asks.

She nods “yes”

“Okay then, head back, mouth open, and gargle it real good.”

I watch as Sherry savors his load, gargling and swishing it around her mouth.

“Alright Tricia, your turn, mouth open.”

My eyes lit up!  What did he mean ‘my turn.’  Sherry nudged me before I hesitated, and I opened my mouth.  Sherry lifted her mouth right above mine, and started dripping her cum filled spit into my mouth.  I started to gag.  She began softly rubbing my shoulders to calm me down.  Some how, it helped.  She was very good at keeping me comfortable.

My mouth filled to the brim with her saliva.  It tasted like cum flavored mouth wash, and was very frothy.

“Gargle Tricia,” He ordered.

My mouth was so full, but I did the best that I could to gargle and swish it like Sherry did.  

“Alright Tricia, I want you to give Sherry half of it.”

Sherry, aimed her face up again, and I leaned over to dribble it back into her mouth.  I did my best to eyeball what was half.  It sure looked like her mouth was full, and mine still felt pretty full too.

“Okay girls on my count, you can swallow.  3,2,1.”

Sherry caressed my face as we both take several gulps, doing our best to get it all down without gaging.

We open our mouths and display to him that all of it is gone.  

“Good job!  That’s all for now girls.  I tell you what, since you’ve been so good, you can go hang out in the den and watch TV on the big screen.  Just don’t watch anything you know you’re not supposed to.  

We both stand up and follow him into the main room in the basement, remaining quiet while we wait on him to go back upstairs.

This is part five of my previous work.  Be sure to read parts 1-4 if you wish to understand the background of this section.

After we reach the bottom of the stairs, Madam Victoria leads us back into the cell.  She locks the sliding bars, and before stepping out again, Informs us that she’ll be back a little later to spend some time with me.

As soon as the main door closes behind her, Sherry begins to cry.  Embarrassed, she lays down on the bed with her face in the pillow.  

My male instincts sink in and I feel the need to comfort her.  Despite her being really being a boy, she looks super cute as a girl.  “What’s wrong I ask?”

“I’m sorry,” she replies.  She sits up and wipes her tears.  I take a seat next to her, and she starts to hug me tightly. “I fucking hate Mike, I fucking hate him, he’s such an asshole.”

Knowing what I had just seen upstairs, I was already feeling sympathetic.  I was wondering how she even managed to hold in her tears till now.  All I could think to say was, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Ha!”  She chuckles, “trust me, that was nothing. He must’ve been in a good mood today or something.  I don’t want to scare you or anything, but I’ll explain it the best way I know how.  Mike is a sadist.  An evil sadist, who only wants to torment me and whoever else crosses his path.  He is completely heartless, and Daddy knows it too, but that’s his brother, so he lets it happen.  I’m sure you heard him mention last week.  So last week, I accidentally, slightly used my teeth while blowing him, and he…  uh, I’d rather not re-live it, but come on.  How can I not use teeth.  He’s fucking huge!  Look, I have had some of the roughest, most brutal punishments from Daddy, but at least Daddy actually cares about me, and I’m sure that must sound crazy to you right now, but he does.”

She finishes wiping her face dry, and smiles at me.  She can see I look frightened from what she just told me, so she gives me a peck on the forehead, which must have been the most comfort I had felt since I mistakenly showed up at that place.    

“Anyways,” she says.  “Daddy wants me to teach you about cleanliness, and while showering and everything else that I’m sure you’re familiar is important.  There’s a lot of extra work that goes into being a sissy.  The number one thing you have to remember is that Daddy, Mike, and whoever steps foot in this house, are not into guys.  They are attracted to young, clean shaven, sluts that can’t think for themselves and care about nothing but looking pretty.  Madam Victoria will help you get rid of your body hair and keep it smooth.  She’s a professional, and it doesn’t even hurt when she does it.”

“Okay…”  I respond awkwardly wondering what I even look like without any body hair.

“Listen, I’m sure regardless of what they’re making you say, you still think of yourself as a straight male.  You need to channel that, look at yourself in the mirror, and make yourself into your ideal woman.  Does that make sense?”

I respond “Um… It’s an odd thought, but I guess it makes sense.”

She continues, “like when you pick out your outfit, pick out what you would want to see a sexy girl in.”  She pauses for a second, “However, I think what Daddy wanted me to show you was how to handle our privates.  That’s the tricky part…”

“How do you mean?”  I respond.

“Well, you have to keep in mind that we are sex objects to them.  We must remain ready to be used as such at all times, and unlike genetic women, we get dirty down there, and that is not okay to them.”

I ask, “you mean like when we go to the bathroom?”

“Correct,” she says.  “There’s no avoiding that obviously, so we have to make sure we keep it clean down there before and after we go potty, and after we have sex.”

“Other than wiping, what do you mean?”  

“We need to regularly douche, and when that’s not enough, give ourselves an enema.”

She sees my face light up.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that hard, but you want to make sure you get it good and clean.  I’ve messed that up a few times and the punishment is always a very unpleasant enema on top of whatever else they see fit.  This is going to be embarrassing for me, but I have to clean up now after any mess Mike might’ve maid.  We do have an exposed toilet here, so I’m sure we’re gonna have to get use to using the potty in front of each other.”

It was just like prison in the movies, I remember thinking.

She reaches behind the toilet, there was a hose with a spout connected to the plumbing.  She demonstrates a few sprays into the toilet, and then squats over the toilet.  She wipes off then points the nozzle up towards her hole and sprays all over.  She explains, “right now, I’m just getting the outside good, but once you do that, you want to make sure you get your hole open as wide as possible, and get the water up there as far as possible.”  

She washes with the hose for a good minute and then stops.  She grabs something from the drawer.  This I was familiar with, as I had seen it in porn but never in real life.  She pulls out some anal beads that are all on one solid string.  She then takes a bottle of lube and covers the beads in lube.  Slowly, she inserts them one by one until they are all in there.  “These beads are special because they go real deep.  This will help us check to make sure nothing is there that’ll get us in trouble.”

I look away in horror

“Umm, you might wanna keep watching what I do here, because it’s about to be your turn!”

“What?”

“Ya, I’m not sure if he just wanted me just to show you or help you do it, but I certainly wouldn’t want to take the risk for your sake and for mine.”  She informs me while she slowly removes the beads from behind.  She takes a look, “all good.” she says then proceeds to wash them in the sink.  “Pull your panties down and pop a squat on the toilet, and don’t worry.  I’ll help you, it’ll be fine.”

Hesitant, I pull down my panties, exposing her to my chastity device.  

“Oh look,” she interrupts, “that looks like my first chastity belt.  As you can see, mine is much smaller than that.  over time, your clit will get smaller, and you will also stop getting erections, so the devices need to be downsized from time to time.”

She was teaching me so much, this was all so brand new to me, and so scary.  

I take the hose from her hand and have a seat.  I spray and it makes me jump.  The flow was so strong, and it felt so weird.  

“Try to stretch it a little bit, and get in there as good as you can.”

After a while she tells me to stop.  She then holds the beads in front of me and asks, “do you want me to do this?  I probably should so I can show you how to relax.”  

I shake my head puzzled, but agree.

“Why don’t you lay down on your back and pull your legs up. Just how I was positioned for Mike”  

Embarrassed, I assumed the position.  

She told me to breathe and relax my muscles as though I was releasing.  After applying the lube, she began putting the first bead in which was the smallest.  My first instinct was to tighten up, but she quickly corrected me, and told me to relax so it doesn’t hurt.  I can feel more beads going in while there is a moment of relief after each one passes, but then they kept getting bigger.  

She also informs me that the increasing in size will help open me up a little for whatever may enter next.  I think for a moment about the thickness of Mike’s cock, and how that must’ve been at least twice as thick as the biggest bead.  I could barely handle a small bead, how could I possibly handle that!

The last bead was in and I could feel them all deep inside me.  It was such a weird feeling.  There was a pressure from the internal stretching, but it also pressed against my prostate, and I could feel my pre cum moving up into my shaft.  There was something slightly relaxing about it.

“Are you ready?  I need you to relax again.”  She begins to pull on the ring at the end of the beads.  As my opening begins to stretch again, I push to assist and little by little they start to come out one by one.  The feeling of them exiting was blissful, almost like a tension and release.  

She pulls the last bead out and looks at the beads for any signs I might not be clean.  Thankfully, it was okay.  I certainly did not want to experience an enema.

“Okay,” she says. “The last you thing you want to be mindful of is making sure you are always lubed up.  We don’t have female anatomy so we can’t get wet on our own.  That’s why it is important we keep it that way ourselves.  Trust me, these guys do not want to take the time to lube up when they want it right away.”  

I double check to make sure there is still a good amount of lube there.  Then all of the sudden the door to the cell room opens.  It’s Madam Victoria.  “Have you two finished cleaning yet?” She asks.

“Yes. Madam,” Sherry replies.

“Wonderful.  Well, Tricia, I’m gonna have you come with me for a little bit.  Sherry, you stay here and wait on Master David.

Madam Victoria lets me out of the cell to follow her.  We walk about halfway down the hall and then opens a door to a room I have not been to yet.  It appears to be a salon of some sort.  

“Okay Tricia, I’m going to help get rid of all this body hair.  Have you ever been waxed before?”

“No Madam,” I reply.

“Well don’t worry, it’s not that painful, I know what I’m doing.  I’m going to need you to strip down all the way and then I want you to lay down on the table face up.”

I take off all of my lingerie and do as instructed.  She Started with my face, using a hard wax.  I felt pressure at times, but it wasn’t that bad.  Slowly, she worked her way all down my body.  All of my facial hair gone.  All of my chest hair, gone.  She then moved to the crotch.  I guess she must’ve gotten the key from David as she removed my chastity device to get all the hair down there. I was scared, but I must say.  She really knew what she was doing.  It must’ve taken the more than an hour in total to strip me down of all the hair except my head.  Even flipping over and getting between my crack.  

When it was all over, she had me stand up and look in the mirror.  I nearly fainted.  It was as though I was a kid again, I had no hair at all.  I must say though that my long legs being completely shaved looked so lady like  I could not believe it.  She helped me get the chastity belt back on, and then told me to get dressed.  

“We’re gonna meet up with Master David and Sherry in the punishment room for a little bit.  Don’t worry, I don’t think you are in trouble, but he would like to ask you some questions.  Plus, we can show him your new look.”  

I didn’t understand, If I was not in trouble, why were we going in there.  I had yet to even see this room.  Surely enough though, I followed her out into the hall and into the punishment room.  My eyes lit up in horror when we stepped in.  There were all sorts of strange devices and implements.  I could hardly tell what anything was, but it looked like a medieval torture dungeon.  

I stop investigating once I see Sherry.  She is standing in the middle of the room with her head and hands in a stockade.  Bent over a gymnastics style horse with her ass sticking out.  Her panties are pulled down to the waist exposing her bare flesh, and there is a gag in her mouth.  

“Come in and have a seat Tricia,” David says as he places a chair right in front of Sherry. “I want you to sit facing Sherry.  I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to keep your eyes locked with Sherry’s the entire time.  I also expect you to be completely honest, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Daddy,” I reply.  

“Good, because if I don’t think you’re telling the truth, you will be in her position next.”

Awkwardly, I remain staring directly into Sherry’s eyes.  She has a worried look on her face.  

“Okay now Tricia, this morning, you forgot to call me Daddy, what did I say happens when you forget?”

I had a feeling that this was going to about her not saying Daddy.  He did say he was going to punish her or something like that.  I respond, “ummm,  I get punished?…”

“Correct, but did I punish you this morning?”

I shake my head “no Daddy.”

“No I didn’t, I let you out of it, because you’re new, but why else?”

I try to express as much sorrow as possible as I knew I had to rat Sherry out, but I had to.  I couldn’t lie  “Because Daddy…, because Sherry was calling you by your first name and it made me forget.” I can see in Sherry’s eyes.  She was getting mad at me.  

“You’re doing good Tricia, you did the right thing by telling me this.  I went ahead and listened to last nights recording and have confirmed this to be true.  Now let me ask you this, about how many times do you think she forgot to call me Daddy?  

“I have no idea Daddy, maybe five or six?”

“you’re not too far off, it was seven.”  He turns facing Sherry.  “Seven times Sherry, Seven!”  There’s a long pause, then he turns to Victoria.  “Madam Victoria, would you please hand me the long whip.”

Sherry begins to protest, but her words are muffled by the gag.  In my peripheral, I can see Victoria grading a long braided leather whip, almost like it was out of an old western movie.

He takes the whip and displays it to Sherry.  I can see her eyes tearing up fast as she shakes her head over and over again.  “Seven!” he shouts, “Seven it is then.”  

He proceeds to walk behind Sherry and distances himself a good ten feet or so away.  He then lays out the whip, and makes a couple light flicks of the wrist,  I can see the whip snaking its way outward, followed by a crack in the air.  Sherry flinches, trying to wiggle her ass free, but she is held perfectly in place.  

He looks over at me. “Tricia, you keep your eyes forward and pay attention.  You need to see what happens to bad little brats when they forget their place.”  He then turns to Sherry, “Alright Sherry, stop moving around so much, you don’t want me to miss now do you?  Just hold still and accept the consequences.  Let’s get this over with.”

Sherry tries her best to hold still.  She looked so scared, and my heart was racing for her.  David cocks back his and arm and with one heavy flick, the whip flies forward, followed by a pop as loud as a firecracker.  Her body jerks forward pushing against the stockade, and then a delayed scream followed, but was muffled by the gag.

There’s a silence in the room as Sherry’s screams become softer, but not for long as another flick of the whip cracks, and the screams maximize once more.  Her eyes were barely open at all, but I know that she could see the horrified look on my face as well.  

Crack after crack, seven felt like eternity with the long pauses in between.  “One more to go Sherry.”  The last blow was by far the loudest, at least it felt like it, especially judging by Sherry’s reaction as she kept screaming and screaming.  

He hands the whip back to Madam Victoria, who remained silent the whole time.  Then he just stands there waiting on Sherry to stop screaming.  After about a minute her screams turn to moans, and her body becomes limp as though she was going to pass out.  

“Tricia, what’s my name?” He asks

“Daddy,” I respond in fear.

He walks over to Sherry and removes her gag.  A mound of drool hits the floor.  “Sherry…”  He says.  “What’s my name?”

“Daddy,” she cries. “It’s Daddy! I’m so sorry, please daddy, I’m so sorry.

“Come on Sherry, you know I don’t want to hurt you, but you were bad.  I only punish you because I care about you.”  

Sherry nods her head yes, “I know Daddy.”  She was in a state of Stockholm syndrome, and as far I was concerned, I was soon to follow.  He really had her convinced.

He unlocks and lifts the stockade allowing her to stand up.  “Alright Sherry, you know what to do.”  

Sherry walks slowly towards the corner of the room with her panties half down making it difficult to walk.  She never touches her butt once.  She puts her face into the corner, and leaves her ass pointed out, just like he had me do the night before.  My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw her ass.  It was covered in welts so thick you could barely even see the shape of her ass.  

“Alright Tricia, let’s head upstairs and have some dinner, and Sherry, when you’re ready, let Victoria know and she’ll bring you upstairs to eat with us.  Finally, we leave that horrific room, and nothing bad had happened to me thankfully.

This is part four of my previous work.  Be sure to read parts one, two, and three if you wish to understand the background of this section.

After waiting on the bed patiently for the past hour, he finally shows up.  I’m super nervous as to how the rest of the day is going to play out, as I most certainly do not want any repeats of yesterday, but my mind is prepared for the worst.

He stands in from of the bars looking in.  “How are we feeling this morning?  Is that ass still nice and sore from your spanking yesterday?

“Yes,” I reply.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I mean, yes daddy.”

“You didn’t forget that already did you? I would think that having Sherry around, you would’ve learned that…  She did refer to me as daddy right?”

I didn’t know how to respond, what was going to happen to Sherry if I told him she referred to him as David?  I felt I had to try and defend her.  “Yes daddy, I believe so…”  

“You believe so?  Because I record everything that goes on down here.  If I listen to your conversation, am I going to hear her say that?  Don’t you dare lie to me!”

“I’m sorry, I had to think about it.  I think she referred to you as Master David.”

He shakes his head in disappointment.  “I would’ve thought she had learned a thing or two from yesterdays lesson, but I’ll deal with her later.  I should punish you too for not being direct with me from the start, but Madam Victoria says you were pretty well behaved last night, and you’re new.  Just don’t let it happen again.  If she ever does something you know she isn’t supposed to do, you tell me right away, you understand?”

“Yes Daddy.”  

“Good. Now I see you’ve had a chance to go through your new wardrobe,” he says as he unlocks the cell door.  “I wanna come in and take a look, and give you a good inspection.”  He steps inside and slides the door closed behind him.  “I see you picked out a couple nice things to wear.  That’s a pretty dress you have on.  It’s important to want to look good for your daddy, and there’s still a lot of work to be done to get you looking your best.  I’ll have Victoria help you get rid of all that unnecessary body and facial hair so we can get you looking passable.  For now though, why don’t you do a little twirl for me so I can see what we’re working with.”

I bashfully start to do a one eighty and show him my back side.  He takes one hand and puts it on my shoulder, and the other hand slides down my back, down to my butt.  He begins to fondle me as he slowly pulls the bottom of my dress up.

“Let’s see what you got under there,” he says in a perverted manor. “That’s a cute pair of panties you have on.”  He starts pulling the back of my panties away from my body to look at the flesh of my ass.  “Oooh, look at that welted little tushy.  That’s gonna take a while to heal, so let’s not have to add to that today okay.”

He lets go of my panties and begins to turn me around facing forward again.  He’s looking down directly at the bulge.  “Getting a little hard are we?” he says.  “Well that’s the first thing I want to make sure we correct.  Little sissy girls aren’t supposed to be getting erections.  That’s only for us dominant men.  In fact, sissies shouldn’t be getting pleasure at all.  They should be focused solely on pleasing their superior male.”  

He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out.  A plastic device in the shape of a penis. He shows it to me.  “This here is a chastity device.  We’re gonna put your little sissy clit in this so we don’t have to worry about you getting hard or touching yourself.”  

He takes a bottle of lube out of one of the wardrobe drawers and coats the device with it.  He tells me to take a seat on the bed, and begins to pull my panties down.  Freaked out by the device, I no longer had any form of erection.  he takes the ring of the device and puts it around my balls, and then slides on the cock shaped part over my shaft.  He connects the two and then locks them together. “there we go,” he says. “Tiny little cage, for a tiny little clit.  Don’t worry I’ll let you take it off from time to time for a good cleaning, but you can still go to the bathroom and clean it a little in the shower.  “Now, I want you to be a good girl and follow me upstairs.  Sherry’s in the living room right entertaining a friend of mine.  I want you to watch her in action so you can see how a well trained slut is supposed to act.”

I’m still so distraught, and freaking out, but I really don’t know what else I can do but play along to his sick little game.  I follow him out of the cell, back through the hallway and up the stairs.  We walk into the living room, and I see a man sitting on the couch.  He’s lounging in a pair of workout shorts and a t-shirt.  After looking down, I can see a massive bulge poking through his pants.  He looks up at me and says “What do we have here Dave?”  

He responds, “New project of mine, this little brat delivered a pizza to me last night, and had the nerve to spark up an attitude.  I taught her a good lesson and now I’m helping her find her place in the world.  She’s a got a lot of work to do though.  I was thinking she could stay in here and learn a thing or two from Sherry.”  

His friend begins to smile, “Well of course she can, you need me to give her a good whooping?”

No, that’s alright, she got it pretty good last night, but if she misbehaves for you, let me know.”  

“Sure thing Dave.”  He looks over at me again, “And what’s your name there little brat?”  

Unsure what to say, I looked over at David.  He looks at me with lustful eyes “I was thinking I’d name her Tricia.”  

“I like it,” he replies.  “Why don’t you come have a seat next to me Tricia.”  

I confirm with David and he signals for me to do as Instructed.  I walk over and have a seat next to him.  After I take a seat, I look in front of me and there’s Sherry.  I don’t know how I didn’t notice her before, but she was on down on the floor on all fours.  She’s facing Mike and never breaks eye contact with him, it’s as if I wasn’t even there.  She’s making suggestive faces and licking her lips.  

“I’ll leave you alone with them for an hour or so.  I’ve got some work to take care of,” David says as he walks off.

Mike grabs my head, and holds it facing Sherry.  “I want you to watch how she teases and pleases me Tricia.”

Tricia Proceeds to crawl towards him on all fours.  Swaying her hips and staring directly at his bulge.  Once she reaches him, she stands up and turns around.  Slowly moving her ass towards his dick she begins gyrating and starts giving him a lap dance.  After a good five minutes of that, she drops back to the floor again.  Her ass facing up, she lifts her skirt allowing her ass to be exposed, with nothing but a thong on.  Her back is now arched in and she starts twerking her ass for him, and looking back at it while it bounces.  

“See that Tricia, that’s talent, she’s just begging for some good dick.”  

I have to say, Sherry has probably more skill than any stripper I had ever seen.  However, Sherry’s ass looked rough.  It was in good shape, but she had massive welts on her skin.  I now understood that Sherry must’ve been just like me, but how long did it take her to look so good and learn all of those skills.  I started tearing up again, as I really didn’t think they would ever let me go.  I was gonna end up just like her…

Mike begins slapping Sherry’s ass, as she cries out, “Oooh yes, spank it!”  

Eventually he signals for her to turn around.  She remains on two knees and places her hands on the edge of the couch.  Mike grabs the back of her head and pushes her face onto his bulge.  He yells out, “is that what you want whore?  You wanna worship this fat cock?”  

“mmm yes,” she replies.  

Mike begins dropping his shorts and puts Sherry’s face down onto his briefs.  She rubs her face all over his bulge as she wines and begs, “please let me suck it sir, I wanna suck it so bad.”  I began to wonder if Sherry actually wanted to suck his dick, she sounded so convincing.  

“Alright you needy little slut.  You can suck it, but I better not feel any teeth this time, understand?”

“Yes sir, I promise.”  

And with that, Mike pulls his briefs down and puts his massive erection on display.  He was huge, I mean, he had to have been at least 11 inches long and 2-3 inches thick.  Sherry begins kissing and licking up his shaft, occasionally dipping her head down to suck on his nuts.  I thought that she couldn’t possibly fit it into her mouth, but she wraps her mouth around his head, licking up all of his pre cum.  My eyes lit up when all of the sudden, she opens as wide as possible, and slowly slides the whole thing down her throat.  How she did not gag was beyond me, she knew what she was doing very well.  

Mike relaxes his body and closes his eyes as Sherry continues sucking his cock.  Occasionally he would hold her head all the way down until she gagged.  Even then, he would still wait a few seconds before letting her bring her head back up, laughing at her every time.  “What’s wrong you little skank, can’t handle it?” he shouted at her.  “Or are you just trying to get me to fuck your little sissy cunt?”  He pulls her off his dick and tilts her face up looking him in the eyes.  “Which is it?”  

She licks her lips and smiles, “mmm both please.”

“Good answer,” he replies.  “You sure you’re not too sore?  I heard David gave you quite the punishment for disobeying me the last time I came over.”

“Yes Uncle Mike. Daddy taught me a lesson, and I am very sore, but my ass belongs to him and he told me to give you whatever you want.”

Mike looked over to me and said, “Do you see this?  

“Yes sir,” I replied with a delay.  My body was shaking from everything I was seeing and it was hard to get the words out.  

“Good, because this is how a sissy should be 24/7.  You must be committed 100% of the time.  Of course last week we had a little problem with her enthusiasm, but sure enough, a long hard punishment will always fix any trouble, and don’t you forget that missy.”  He said to me with a clever smirk.  Then he turns back to Sherry.  “Alright, your uncle Mike has had enough head for now.  Why don’t you get up and lay on your back with your legs up.  I didn’t come over to fool around now, so give me I want slut.”

Sherry and Mike both stand up.  Sherry turns around and has a seat right where mike was sitting.  I can see her face and now she looks horrified.  It was easy to tell that she was faking her desire for him to fuck her.  She slouches down in the couch and pulls her legs up next to her head.  

Mike began teasing her ass with his dick, and with the other hand, tickled the chastity device on her dick, making remarks to her having a small sissy clit.  

Soon enough he began to slowly push his way into her, and with every push would go a little bit further in.  Sherry was moaning in what occasionally sounded like pleasure, but was mostly pain.  Her feet and legs would tense up with every push.  He continues fucking her for awhile, and every time she started to scream, he took is hand and covered her mouth.

After about twenty minutes, mike pulled out of her.  Then he picked her up off the couch and forced her to her knees on the floor.  He rammed his cock right down her throat, and she began sucking as fast as possible.  

“Are you ready for some cum bitch?”  he yells.

Sherry nods her head yes.

“good, let’s show our new friend how good sissies takes their loads,”  and with that, Mike moans out in pleasure, shoving his cock as far down her throat as possible, and his body begins jerking uncontrollably.  

Sherry keeps her lips wrapped up tight while he slowly slides out of her mouth.  She licks the tip of his cock clean and closes her mouth.  

“Hold it,” Mike orders.  “okay, open wide now.”

Sherry opens her mouth, displaying his load in her mouth.  I could now see the massive load that he had shot deep in her throat come back up, and then I nearly gaged when he told her to gargle it.  For a minute straight, Sherry swished and gargled his cum.  Keeping it on display for him.  

“Alright Alright, you can swallow now.” he orders.  

Sherry took multiple gulps, making sure every last drop went down with ease.  She displayed her mouth one last time, letting him see that it was all gone.  

Mike puts his clothes back on and calls David to come in.  

A minute later David steps in.  “Everything okay Mike?”  He asks.

“Ya,” Mike replies.  “Much better than last time, but I still think you should let me take her for awhile.  I can teach that little bitch a thing or two.”

David chuckles, “well now I need her to help train the new girl, but if she gets too out of line for me to deal with, I’ll let you know.”  

“Ya you do that,” Mike replies as he stares at Sherry with an evil grin.  Then he makes his way out of the living room to the front door.  “I’ll see you next time, David.”

David looks over at us.  “Alright Sherry, I think now would be a great time for you to show Tricia how a good sissy stays clean.  After that, I’m gonna have Victoria do some training with her, and then you and I need to have a little talk, okay?  

“Yes Daddy,” she replies.  Sherry then stands up and takes me by the hand to follow her back down stairs.  

This is part three of my previous work.  Be sure to read parts one and two if you wish to understand the background of this section.

I hesitate to follow him out of the bedroom, as my anxiety is out of control.  “Have I just been kidnapped?”  I asked myself.  Then he snaps his fingers at me and holds his hand up threatening to smack me.  I quickly begin to follow.  

The walk back downstairs is awkwardly silent.  I just couldn’t stop thinking about everything that was happening to me, and who was this friend of his?  I mean, how could someone have been here the whole time and just allowed all of this to happen?  

We reach the top of the basement stairs, he calls out “Victoria!” down the stairs and within moments a beautiful women appears and begins to walk up the stairs.  When she arrives, he says to her, “Victoria, another lost soul has wondered into my house causing trouble. Can you please find her a nice space where she can stay for tonight, and fill her in on the rules and regulations.  I’ve already given her a good whooping so she should be on her best behavior for you, but if she gives you any trouble, feel free to discipline her at your own discretion, and if it’s not enough, I’ll take care of her tomorrow morning.  I am off to sleep for the evening,” and with that, he heads back up stairs.  

I stand there nervous and humiliated as she looks me up and down with the panties and bra on.  “right,” she says, “follow me.”  I begin walking down the stairs behind her.  She was beautiful, and made sure to sway her hips so I would stare at her butt walking down the steps.  She stops for a second and turns to me.  “That’s not for you little one, so unless you’re admiring my outfit, you need to look elsewhere, understand?”

“Yes, yes Ma’am,” I say.

We turn the corner at the bottom of the steps. It looked like an average furnished basement, with couches, and a TV.  She instructs me to have a seat on the couch, and sits down next to me.

In a soothing tone she begins to speak, “So… I understand you were here earlier delivering pizzas, is that right?”  

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I guess that transaction didn’t go over so well did it?”

“No.”  I reply, “it didn’t”

“Yes, Master David is not the kind of person you want to get in an argument with.  Especially if you appear to be weaker than him.  Now, I was able to hear a little bit of what took place in the living room, but I’m not entirely sure what happened when he took you upstairs, but judging by the argument, and seeing you come down here in women’s underwear, I imagine a lot took place, am I right?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Well I can tell you are nervous, I mean, you must be frightened by what is happening here, and understandably so.  Don’t worry though, the master is a very loving person and only wishes to help.  So let me try to fill you in on what’s happening here.”  She takes a deep breath, “Master David has what you might call a gift.  He sees through people and can easily identify their issues.  In your case, it appears you’ve convinced him that you lack discipline, and have been playing the incorrect gender role you should be.”  As I’m sure you can see, the master has a very large home.  He has been kind enough to bring in people who need these changes in their life and take care of them.  Some of them choose to stay or leave depending on their needs once they are situated and comfortable with who they are.  Like yourself, a few of them were people trying to pass themselves as alpha males.”

“Okay…  So why is it not an option then?  Why am I being held hostage and forced to do this?”  I reply.

“I know it feels that way, and yes, by definition that is what this is, but in time you will understand the meaning of all this, and you will be so content with your new self that none of this will even matter, trust me!”

I take a deep breath as I start to give up, clearly there was nothing I could say that was going to make them let me go.”

“Let’s not worry about that too much right now,” she says.  “I’m going to take you to where you will be sleeping tonight.  So stand up and follow me.  It’s getting late and I need to get some rest, lots to do tomorrow.”

I begin to follow her around the basement.  There is a hallway with multiple doors, and as we walk down it, I can hear a distressed moaning coming from inside one of the doors.  

“That’s Sherry,” she says. “That there is one of our punishment rooms.  Best not to misbehave or you might just wind up in there yourself.”

As we get to the end of the hallway, she opens one of the doors.  As we enter, I am shocked by what I see.  There are four small jail cells with beds in them.  I stop for a second to take in what I am seeing.”

“Come on,” she says.  “This is where you will be sleeping tonight, and as long as you stay on your best behavior, this will become your favorite place in the house.”  She walks me into one of the cells, and shows me  where everything is.”  It is just like an average jail cell, but the bed actually looks pretty comfortable and there appear to be some bedroom features as well, like a closet and a dresser.  “There is a buzzer on the wall if there is any emergency, and if you decide to use it, there better be an actual emergency!  It has an intercom, and monitor so we can listen in on you.  Have a look in the wardrobe.  I’m actually going to get Sherry over here to show you how everything works, and you two can sleep together tonight so you can get acquainted.  I’ll be right back.  

She steps out of the cell and slides the bared doors shut, locking it behind her.  I have a seat on the bed.  For the first time in hours I am alone, and everything is hitting me hard as I begin tearing up once more.  

About twenty minutes or so goes by and the main door opens.  It’s Victoria, and in front of her I can see another woman with long blonde hair slowly limping.  Victoria comes over and opens the cell door.

“Alright, I’ll let you two girls get to know each other.  Sherry, I want you to run through everything with our new guest okay?”

In a scratchy voice, she responds, “yes Madam Victoria.”

Victoria locks the cell door behind us and makes her way out.  Sherry looks up at me, and I can tell she had been crying a bit too as her make up was smeared.  “Hi,” she says in a somber tone.

“Hello,” I nervously respond.  

“I take it this is your first night here?” she asks.

“yes.”  

“Well let me run you through much as I can.  I need to change into a night gown real quick.  “First off, it is imperative that you listen and do everything that you are told by not just Master David, but Madam Victoria two.  She’s very nurturing, but from time to time, she will punish you as sometimes she is told to, and other times, she’s looking out for your best interest to take care of your punishment before he gets to you.”  

While speaking to me, she heads over to the wardrobe, and opens it.  There is a plethora of outfits in it, and she searches through it for a night gown.  Just like me, Sherry is wearing nothing but a bra an panties, and I can also see welts and scratches on her ass peaking out the edges of her panties.  Just then, I notice something.  She has a bulge in her panties, and it hits me.  Sherry is not a genetic female.

She catches me staring and chuckles, “yup, take a look at your future.”

“Wait, I ask, are they really going to turn me into an actual girl?”

“Sort of,” she replies.  “I’m not trans or anything, I’m just required to act feminine as possible so I don’t get punished.  So I’m what you would refer to as a crossdresser/sissy.  I accept that it is wrong of me to display myself as a male, and through the master’s guidance, I have learned to play the role that has been chosen for me, and not the role that I wish to be.  Soon enough, you will too.  I can see he already got you started in those panties and bra.  Let me help you find something to wear tonight though.  

She starts flipping through the wardrobe and pulls out a pair of pink floral pj’s and hands them to me as she whispers, “If they should stop in during the night to check up on us, it’s best to be in your proper attire.  In the morning we’ll pick you out a good outfit for your first day as a sissy.”

I take the pj’s from her and reluctantly put them on.  With a smile she looks at me and says, “I’m glad you’re here.  It’s been a little lonely recently.  I’m currently his only girl,  so I hope you will stay around a while, for me.”  

“Well, I don’t exactly have an option do I?”  I reply.

“No, not yet, but you will eventually have the opportunity to leave.  I chose not to though.  Master David truly does know what’s best, you just have to trust him a little.  Now I suggest you and I get some sleep.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day, for you at least.  Just so you know, there are cameras in here so he is watching and listening to us.  When we are put in the same cell together, we are expected to cuddle with each other.  So since you’re new and not use to this.  To make sure we are fully complying, I want you to lay on your side so I can spoon you.”

I agree and give her some space on the bed to spoon me.  After a few minutes I pass out in her arms, and I can feel her bulge wedged between the crease in my pajama bottoms where my butt is.  

The next morning we wake up and Sherry is over by the wardrobe mirror getting ready.  I needed to pee but I was nervous having the toilet exposed to where she could see me.  “Umm, I need to pee,” I say to her.  

“Go right ahead, don’t worry, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before.  Just make sure you sit down when you go.  You must think and act like a female at all times.”

I sit down on the toilet and begin to pee.  I look over at what all she is doing.  I see her picking out an out fit, brushing her hair, and putting on make up.  She notices me looking, and tells me I will have to learn to do all of this at some point, but today I should just worry about an outfit.  

After we are finished getting dressed and ready, we sit and talk to get to know each other.  We had so much in common, it was kind of creepy, and for the first time made me actually question my masculinity a little.

The door to the room opens and in walks Victoria.  “Good morning girls,” she says with a smile.  “Well don’t you look pretty in that dress.”  She smirks as she stares at me.  “Sherry, uncle Mike is here this morning to pick something up from David.  He wanted to see you so I have been instructed to send you upstairs to the living room.  Master David would also like the basement to himself so he can spend some time with our new guest.  

They both take off out of the room and I lay on the bed awaiting David to show up.

This is part two of my previous work.  Be sure to read part one if you wish to understand the background of this section.  

“Stand up,”  He says in a calm tone.  A pleasant relief as I have heard nothing but yelling for a while.  I began to stand slowly, but it was difficult as my ass stung so bad I could hardly move.  He lends me his hand helping me back up to my feet.  He grabs me by the chin forcing me to make direct eye contact.

“Now, I want you to go stand in the corner for a while.  You are to remain face forward with your ass out on display.  I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.  Just stand there thinking about what you’ve done, and the consequences of your actions.  I want you to focus on how you’re going to change your behavior in the future.  I’m going to get my camera. I want to take some pictures of your ass so we can document this incident.  When I decide you’ve had enough time in the corner we can talk about what you’ve learned and figure out how you’re going to repay me for taking time out of my busy day to teach you a lesson.  Understood?”

“Yes Daddy,” I reply as I make my way to the corner once again.  This time with a feeling of pure embarrassment.  Feeling completely humiliated I stand waiting as he returns with his camera, snapping pictures of me from different angles.  I’m grateful the spanking is over, but I had the feeling that this interaction was far from over…

After a good twenty minutes in the corner he finally starts speaking to me again.  “How are we doing over here?  Have you had enough time to think about your behavior, or do you need more time in the corner?”  

I take a deep breath, “No daddy, I’m ready to behave now, I promise.”  

“Much better, that’s what I like to hear!  Alright, how about you come on over to the bed and have a seat next to me.  You can tell about what you’ve learned, and we can have a serious talk about what happens next.”  

With my head down, I walk over to the bed and have a seat next to him.  I had to let my ass down slowly as the pressure was very intense.  

“Hurts to sit down doesn’t it?” He says smirking at me.

“Yes Daddy.” I reply.

“It’s going to be that way for a while, but that’s how we make sure you don’t forget your lesson.  Now, do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

“yes?”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“I’m sorry,” I guess as I hope that’s what he wanted to hear.”  

“Okay, why don’t you tell me what all you’re sorry for?”  

“Umm, I’m sorry I got an attitude with you, and I’m sorry I took my frustration about the tip out on you.  It was my fault I didn’t show up with the correct change, and it was wrong of me show you a lack of respect in your own house.”

“Alright that’s a good start…  Now, do you think you got what you deserved?”

“Yes Daddy, I think I got what was coming to me, and what I was probably long overdue for.  My behavior was definitely out of control and I thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to help set me straight.”  

He starts to smile, “that’s what I like to hear.  Hey, maybe you do have what it takes to be a good girl.  I see improvement in your speech already.  See how effective a good spanking can be?”

“Yes Daddy.”  

“Now, let’s talk a little bit about that lie you’ve been telling yourself your whole life.  I’m going to let you be honest here.  Don’t just tell me what you think I want to hear okay?”  You can tell the truth, but don’t go thinking you can get an attitude again understood?”

“Yes Daddy.”  

“Alright, we’ll see how you do here.”  He pauses for a few seconds and then continues.  “Do you know why I keep calling you a sissy, a brat, etc?”

“Because I am weaker than you?” I ask.

“Well that’s part of it, but I was able to identify that long before you started to argue with me.  When you’re an alpha male like me, it’s easy to spot those who are weaker.  It’s also easy to look at someone like yourself and tell that they are trying to be something they are not.  You have a feminine demeanor that you mask.  Now let’s be clear though, there are plenty of beta men out there and there are plenty of alpha women out there.  However, the way you personally cary yourself is the same that a spoiled rotten beta type female would, but you haven’t caught onto it yourself.”  

He stops and looks at me.  After hearing him out, I begin to respond with a polite argument about my past relationships, and love for women.  “Why would I have all of these feeling and attractions towards women if I felt otherwise?” I asked.  

The conversation leads into my experiences in my relationships.  What I admired about the women I had dated, and what sex with them was like for me.  He starts to make light of the fact that I am a pleaser and not a receiver when it comes to sex, and that alone should at least be a sign of me being beta.  I hear him out and accept that it may prove I’m beta and subservient, but not feminine.

Then he steers the conversation into a different direction.  Asking me about my feelings towards women’s clothing.  I find it sexy of course, and love seeing a girl in a nice tight pair of pants or in some sexy lingerie.  After giving him my opinion on the topic of women’s clothing.  He tells me to stop talking.  

“There it is,” he says.  “That’s where your getting confused.  You think you like the look of the clothing on the women, but you’re really just attracted to the clothing itself.”  

“Huh?” I reply.  

“No no no, stop talking.”  He raises his voice again and I become scared again.  “That’s all I needed to hear, we’re gonna settle this once and for all.  Stay seated, I need to grab something real quick.”  

He heads into his closet again and comes back with something in his hand.  He comes back with a pair of women’s panties.  He dangles them in front of my face, and tells me to look at them closely, and describe what I see.  

So I described the panties to him, pointing out the bright girly colors and the flower patterns.  The material looked like satin, and had ruffles surrounding the edges.

“So we definitely agree that these are women’s panties, yes?” he asks

“Yes, I mean yes daddy,” I respond.  

“Okay then, let’s see how they look on you.  Go ahead and put them on.”  He says as he hands them over to me.

“fuck this is getting weird,” I think to myself, but in fear of disobeying, I stand up and start pulling the panties up to my waist.”  After I pull them up he grabs my arm and leads me over to a full length mirror in his closet, and instructs me to look at myself closely.  

“How do they feel?” He asks.

“Soft I reply,” and as much as I didn’t want to admit, they actually felt pretty comfortable.  When all of the sudden out of nowhere, my penis started to get a little hard.  I was trying to talk it down in my head, but it just kept growing.  Afraid he would notice, I put my hands over the front of the panties to try to hide my bulge.

“What’s happening down there? Are you getting hard?”  He says as he starts to smile at me.

I begin shaking my head no, as I continue to hide my bulge with my hands.  When sure enough, he grabs my hands and pulls them out of the way, putting my erection on full display.  

“Hmmm, looks to me as though you are rather enjoying the feel of those girly panties on you.  Looks like I was right. Unless there is another reason you are hard, can you think of any?

“No daddy,”  I reply lowering my head in embarrassment.  

“Alright then,  since you like those panties so much, they’re yours.  Although, what good is a nice pair of panties like that without a cute bra to match?”  He says as he reaches into a drawer, retrieving a matching bra with the same pattern and material.  He then hands me the bra and signals for me to put it on.  

“Sorry, I don’t know how to put a bra on…”

“Fine, I’ll help you, but just this once.  So I want you to pay attention so you’ll know how to do it in the future.”

I pay close attention as he wraps the bra around me, connecting the clasps and pulling the straps up over my shoulders.  Once again I look into the mirror and become harder.  I fact, I was harder than I had been in awhile.

He chuckles, “look at that, you are rock hard aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy.”

“That’s as big as it gets though isn’t it?”

“yes daddy.”

He sighs, “well, I guess that explains why you’re single.  That couldn’t possibly please any woman.  I mean honestly, that looks more like a clit than a dick.  Let’s get one thing strait here.  I don’t ever want to hear you refer to that as a penis again, is that understood?”

“Yes daddy.”  

“Good, we can just refer to that as your little sissy clitty instead.  We’ll also need to find a way to keep that hidden so no one ever has to see that thing, but we can worry about that later.  I think we’ve made some progress in helping you understand your identity, but I want to shift the focus towards your true purpose in life as a beta female.  I want you to follow me over to the bed again.”

I follow him back over to the bed, but this time I am told to stand in front of the bed.  He reaches down onto the bed and grabs the belt from earlier that was still laying there.  I become frightened again and start to shake.

Holding the belt in front of my face, in a stern voice he begins to speak. “Now, I have no plans to use this again, but what comes next is going to require some serious obedience on your part so if I need to use it, I will, Understood?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl.  I’ve figured out a way we can work on fitting you into your new role, and at the same time thanking me for giving your bratty little behind the proper attention it needed.  You’re already looking much girlier in those panties and bra, but let’s see just how well you can handle being treated like a girl.  A good girl, well, a good sissy girl like yourself should always be ready and willing to please her daddy. Daddy works hard to take care of his little girl, and he could use a good release.  So, go ahead and drop to your knees young lady.”  

I start to tear up again as I knew what was coming next.  I honestly had a feeling he was gonna ask me to do this as soon as I put those panties on.  looking at the belt in his hand I knew I had no other choice, but to obey.  However, I wasn’t as reluctant as I was before.  I begin questioning myself. Was it just the fear of being spanked again, or am I all the of sudden becoming more open to this crazy accusation.  Was it the panties that were making me feel more naturally submissive.  I was crying out of pure confusion as to what I was feeling.  

I drop to my knees.  He reaches down to grab my chin and proceeds to sit down on the edge of the bed.  He then spreads his legs and pulls me in closer to him.  he lifts my head up to make eye contact, “it’s okay to be scared.  It’s also okay to be a little grossed out.  All girls get this feeling the first time.  As long as you do what you’re told everything will be alright.  Now I want you go ahead and slowly remove my pants.

Trying to gain control of my shaky hands, I reach forward, unbutton him, pull the zipper down and start to wiggle his pants down.  He helps pull them the rest of the way down and off.  Trying not to look forward he tilts my head up again facing his underwear.  I look in horror As I can see his gigantic bulge filling up all the space his underwear can hold.  

In a conceded tone he boasts, “Now that’s a real cock.  That’s what all those girls were leaving you for you know.  You have to respect a man with a big package.  Show him lots of attention and worship his cock 24/7.  So what I want you to do now is take your face and rub it on my bulge.  Use your nose to flirt with it.  Make it nice and hard.  

Slowly I begin to drop my head down on his underwear.  I do as I’m told and rub my face against his bulge.  I use my nose to help stimulate his shaft.  His erection growing harder and harder every second.  I could see his underwear start to lift as the outer edges of his balls started to become visible.  Along with him, my own erection remained stiff as ever, and I could feel the panties I had on becoming wet with pre-cum.  

“Good girl, daddy’s nice and hard now, and I bet you’re just salivating out of control at this point, aren’t you?  

“Yes daddy,” I reply, and he was right my mouth was overran with saliva.

“See, that’s yet another sign that you are a little sissy girl.  That’s just a natural reaction as deep down inside, you’re truly hungry for this cock.  So let’s go ahead and give you what you’re craving.  Take my underwear off.”

I help pull his underwear off, leaving his bottom half completely naked.  I look up and there is his massive dick standing tall.  He must’ve been easily over 10 inches.  

“It’s a lot to handle, I know, but don’t worry, I’m not going to make you fit it all in.  Deep throating is a skill that takes a little time.  I tell you what, why don’t you start by kissing my balls.”  He lifts his cock back, lightly stroking it, and grabs the back of my head to pull it forward.  

I can see his sweaty balls up close as I pucker my lips and begin slowly taking my first couple kisses.

“there ya go, now softly suck on each one of them individually.  It’s been a while since I’ve had a good release and I’m sure they are nice and full for you.”  

“Oh no,” I thought to myself.  I had completely forgot about the whole ejaculation part.  Wondering What he was going to expect me to do with his cum.

“Alright now, why don’t you start working your way up the shaft there.”  

I began kissing upward on his shaft.  Working my way up closer to his head, but taking my time.  It was a lot to cover.  Eventually, I get to the head where there is a build up of pre-cum dripping out of is hole.

“That’s for you, go ahead and lick it up.”

I touch the tip of my tongue and get a little taste.  It was mildly salty, but sweet at the same time.  Not as bad as I thought it would be.  

l lick up the rest of his pre-cum and then he pulls the hair on the back of my up facing him.  “Okay you little hungry cock whore, wrap you mouth around the head.  Suck on it like you want some more of daddy’s juice.”

I open wide and get my lips wrapped around his large throbbing head.  “Suck it,” he says.  

I begin slowly moving my mouth back and fourth.  The more I suck the more I salivate.  

“That’s it, take as much as you can.”  

I suck on it for a good 10 minutes and he keeps his hand on my head to guide me.  All of the sudden he pulls my head off of it.  Drops of my slobber are dripping off of his shaft onto the floor.  

“Okay little girl, you got daddy to the edge now.  It’s time for you to swallow your first load, and swallow you will.  Remember, I still have the belt right here so you better do as you’re told.”  

I nod, “Yes daddy, I will.”  

“Good, I want you to open wide for daddy and hold your tongue out.  You will keep your head back and wait for my entire load to fill your pretty little mouth.  I wan’t you to hold it and swallow only when I tell you to, understood?”

“Yes Daddy.”  

“Good, now go ahead and open wide. Stick that tongue out!”

I tilt my head back and hold my mouth open as wide as possible.  He begins to stroke himself, holding the head of his cock right on the tip of my tongue.  A few seconds later he starts to moan, and after that I feel the first shot hit the back of my throat, followed by another.  As the power becomes less, his load begins to gently rest on the tip of my tongue.  Slowly working its way down into my mouth.  I begin to gag, but just barely manage to keep it all in.  

After stroking the rest of his load onto my tongue, he orders me to stay put and keep still until he tells me I can swallow.  He reaches over and grabs his camera. I wait perfectly still while he starts taking pictures of me with my mouth open, full of cum.  Also making sure to capture my body dressed in the bra and panties he made me wear.  I felt nothing but shame and embarrassment, and at the same time disgust.  His load was super thick, salty, and slimy.  The smell of siemen seeping into my nostrils.

“Wow, look at you,” he says taking snap after snap of me.  “You look so eager to swallow daddy’s hot load.  You must be really hungry.  Well why don’t you go ahead and fill that belly up, and become daddy’s little cum dump.  You can swallow now, but I wan’t to see you take your time and enjoy the feeling of it sliding down the back of your throat.”

Reluctantly, I pull my tongue back and take a small swallow, but immediately, I gag.

“Don’t you dare gag!”

I get ahold of myself and start to swallow some more.  The taste was so strong, and it lingered in my throat no matter how hard I swallowed.  Some how though, I managed to get it all down.

“There you go, open wide and show me that you got every last drop.”

I open my mouth wide and he takes yet another picture of me.  

“Good girl. Now I want you to go hang my belt back up and then you can help me get my pants back on.”  

He hands me the belt, then signals me to stand up.  I walk over to the closet and hang the belt up where it belongs.  Then I head right back to the floor to grab his underwear and pants to help him pull them back up.  

“Very good, slut.  Slowly but surely, you are learning.  However, any good whore knows that after a man cums, they are no longer needed.  Although, you are new and I don’t expect you to know routine yet.  So let me be a gentleman and I’ll show you the way out.  Come on and follow me.  

He starts to take me past where my clothes are, and I stop.  “Umm, daddy…  My clothes are in there,”  I say nervously.  

“Those aren’t yours anymore, I thought we established that.  Those clothes are for boys right?”

“Yes daddy, but I can’t wear these back out in public.”

“Public?  Wait, did you think you were free to go?  I said I’ll show you out.  Meaning out of my bedroom.  you’re definitely not done here, there’s still plenty of work that needs to be done to fix your problem.  I’m gonna take you down to the basement and introduce you to a good friend of mine.  She can show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight.”

“What?!?!?!?!?!?!”

During my childhood, things were rough.  I wanted to be cool, but the other boys in my neighborhood and school would pick on me.  I was always getting beat up, and everyone would call me gay.  When I got older I did everything in my power to avoid these situations. I was much bigger and looked as though I could handle myself in a fight, even though I could’t. I Grew a beard and did everything possible to prove I was alpha and not to be messed with.  It worked for the most part and I was rarely bullied anymore.  However, I would run my mouth off to anyone who would try to put me down, but one day it went too far, and my life would change forever as a result.  

I was in my early 20’s and working as a pizza delivery driver.  One day I was out delivering to a customer in an extremely wealthy neighborhood.  I pulled up to the customers house, a beautiful mansion with a gated entrance.  Pine trees lining the entire property.  It was very private and you could barely tell there was even a house there.  I pressed the button for the intercom and the gate opened a few seconds later.  I pulled my car up the driveway, parked, and brought the pizza to the front door.  I knocked and a few seconds later, a tall older man with a deep voice answered the door.  He told me he needed to go grab the cash from his wallet and to come in to the kitchen and wait.  In most situations I would wait outside, but I wanted a good look at this enormous house.

I followed him into the kitchen, and he tells me to just wait there.  After a few minutes he comes back with the cash.  He hands me the money and asks for his change.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough to give him back.  He gives me a mean look, and says, “well, go back to the store and get it.”  

I start to get mad as obviously he was not planning on tipping me, but also wants me to go all the way back for a couple dollars.  I explain to him that maybe if he tipped me there would be no need, but he insists that I do not deserve one as it was irresponsible for me to leave the store without enough change.  I start to loose my temper, and the next thing I know we are in a full on argument.  He starts going on about how I lack discipline and need to learn some respect.  I tell him to fuck off and begin walking back out the door.  

A couple seconds later I feel him grab my shoulder and spin me around.  He swings his hand back and slaps me right across the face.  I try to hit him back, but he grabs my arm and throws me strait to the ground.  I try to stand back up but he yells at me to stay down.  I cower as I can tell this is not a fight I can win.  He draws his hand back again and I curl up into a ball with my hands over my face to block him.  He keeps his hand up as I plead for him not to hit me again.  He brings his hand down and grabs me by the chin.  screaming at me to look him in the eyes.  Whimpering, I look him in the eyes, begging for him not to hurt me.

He then proceeds to lecture me on my attitude. Saying that a sissy little girl like me should never talk that way.  confused, I respond, “Dude, I don’t even look like a girl, and aren’t you a little old to be bullying someone.”  

“Let me guess,” he says. “You’ve been called these names before haven’t you? Did you ever think that maybe they were right? Maybe they weren’t bullying you, and just trying to help you accept what you are?”

I try to stop him from continuing. Saying “I’m sorry I cursed at you, but I really need to be getting back to the store now. I won’t call the police, just please let me go.”

He says, “Okay, but first, you have to admit to me, AND yourself, that you’re a naughty little girl that lacks proper discipline.”  

“This guy is fucking crazy,” I think to myself, but I comply and tell him “fine, If that’s what I have to say for you to let me leave…  I’m a naughty little girl that lacks discipline.  May I go now please?”  

He responds “While that’s a great start, “I don’t believe you’re being sincere to me, or yourself.

I take a deep breath. “Alright, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say here then…”  

He replies, “your words are a great start, but words alone aren’t nearly enough to prove to me you truly believe in what you are saying.  If you are ever going to truly admit to yourself that you are what you now say you are.  You will need to show it with your actions.”  

I start to get nervous, as I hesitantly ask, “What can I do to show it with my actions then?”

He shakes his head in an annoyed manor, “You say you’re a naughty girl, and that part I already know, but it’s going to take time for you to understand this.  However, you clearly lack discipline, but don’t worry, I can help you with that.”

The situation was getting creepier by the minute, but as he was talking I was trying to figure out if there was a way I escape.  I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight, but I was one hell of a runner.  

He proceeds to ask me, When the last time you had a good spanking?”

That was it, I jumped up and made a run for it.  I started running down the hallway towards the front door.  To my surprise, the front door was a double lock system that required a key to unlock it.  I scramble for another way out.  I found another door out the back, but that too was a double lock.  I realized, I was completely locked in, and he didn’t follow me or anything.  It’s obvious this was a set up from the start.  

“Let me out, please!”  I shout as I continue to panic.  He starts walking towards me.  Scared, I dropped back to the ground and curl up again.  

In a stern tone he says to me, “I asked you a question young lady.  When was the last time you got a good spanking?”  

“I don’t remember,” I cry out.  My dad never hit me and my mom only spanked me a few times when I was younger, but that’s all I can recall.”  

“Well that explains a lot, doesn’t it.  If you can’t remember, then you definitely never got a proper whooping.  See, if your dad had just taken a little time to set you right maybe then you wouldn’t be in this situation.  Real men, like myself, got whipped into shape fast, and it builds strength.  When little brats like you don’t get the discipline they need they end up getting into trouble. Trying to prove they are masculine and strong, but it doesn’t work that way.  So here is what’s going to happen.  You’re gonna get that whooping you need, and depending on how you take it.  Maybe I’ll reconsider your release.”

“No way” I say as I try to back away again.

“yes, yes indeed” he says with a evil grin as he keeps getting closer.  “I’ll tell you what, you take it like a man, I’ll admit I was wrong about you, and I’ll let you go on back to work, but if you keep crying like a spoiled little cunt.  We’re gonna keep working to get you out of this denial.  How does that sound?”

I saw no other option, and agreed to his terms.  I needed to get out of there as fast as possible anyway so that I didn’t lose my job.  

He tells me to stand up and follow him.  He then forcefully yanks me by the arm to keep up.  He leads me up the stairs and into what I assume is the master bedroom.  His bedroom is gigantic but we walk strait past and into his very spacious walk in closet.  He has very many tailored suits, and then I realize what he’s going for.  A large collection of belts.

I usually keep one of these on my waist at all times, but this at least adds a little fun as you get to choose which belt I use to strip that attitude right off your backside.

At this point I was shaking uncontrollably.  So much was going through my head all at once and I could barely even concentrate enough to pick.  I touch a few of them looking for the lightest material in hopes that it’ll hurt the least.  

He chuckles at me, “You’re looking for one that won’t hurt as much aren’t you? I wouldn’t put too much thought into it.  No matter which one you pick, I’ll still make sure it gets the job done right.  So hurry on up now and stop stalling.  You don’t want me to be anymore angry than I already am.”  

I grab a random belt and cross my fingers.  He tells me to take a good look at it, and then hand it over to him.  I glance down as I can see that the one I grabbed was pretty thick.  I hand it to him, hands shaking so hard I nearly dropped it.  He grabs the belt and with his other hand, drags me by the arm back into the bedroom and situates me facing right into a corner.  He let’s go of my arm and begins instructing me.  “Now, I want you to stay facing the corner, and slowly take off your clothes until you are down to your underwear.  I want you to fold each article of clothing neatly and hand them over to me.”

I begin to remove my shirt, followed by my pants.  I do as told and fold each article carefully handing them over to him.  I remain facing the corner, standing in nothing but my underwear, awaiting further instructions.

He tells me to turn around and walk over to him.  He is sitting down on the edge of his bed with the belt laying to his side.  As I begin to walk towards him he points to his lap, signaling for me to bend over his knee.  I think to myself “here goes nothing,” and drop my body right over his lap.  

He holds me down firm in his lap and maneuvers my ass into position.  I couldn’t believe that I, a grown adult, was allowing some middle aged strange man throw me over his lap for a spanking.

“Now,” he says, “You say you’re a man? I say you’re a sadly mistaken little sissy who’s been living a lie. Well let’s just find out who’s right and wrong.”  However, I want to make sure you understand why you need this.  You Irresponsibly show up at my door, late, and without change.  Then, when I decide you don’t deserve a tip, which is entirely my decision by the way.  You have the nerve to start arguing with me, in my house.  You may think you’re an adult because you’re over 18 now, but let me tell you something.  You show some damn respect to your elders.  Just because you’re legally an adult now does not give you any entitlement.  You have the attitude of a teenage brat that never got what was coming to them.  Well we’re gonna fix all of that right this instant!”

“Smack!”  His hand comes down hard over my ass.  I flinch but he keeps me from moving with his other arm.  Without pause he spanks me bare handed cheek to cheek.  I start to shout “stop,” but he keeps on going, and I can feel my ass start to heat up.  

“Oh does it hurt?” he interjects.  “Well guess what, we’re only getting started here, I haven’t even gotten to the belt yet.”  

After about five minutes, he lifts me up right off his lap and throws me face first onto the bed.  He’s so strong my body could barely stop him.  He grabs me by the hips and pulls my ass into the air.  “Now stay on your arms and knees with your ass up!”  There’s a pause as I make sure to position myself as told.  He grabs the belt from the bed, folds it in two and cracks it a few times.  The sound scares the life out of me, and all of the sudden I can remember the fear I had when I was child, and my mother would do that.  I thought those days were long gone…

Out of nowhere I feel the first blow of the belt.  My body jumps forward and I lay flat as the sting is unbearable.  He pauses, “ass up I said!”  I reposition myself and he strikes a second blow.  I can’t help it.  My body jolts forward yet again, but this time he doesn’t pause.  Blow after blow he starts wailing the belt down on my ass.  I start to scream, but it does me no good.  I try flailing my body to the side back and forth, but he anticipates my move every time.  As much as I’m trying to be a man about it, I simply just can’t take it, nor do i understand how anyone could.  He begins shouting, “I said ass up you little shit,” and pauses as I try to reposition myself, but my legs are shaking so hard I can’t keep myself up.  The next thing I know he starts to yank down my underwear.  

“No, no, no, no, please no,” I cry out.

“What, did you think we were done here?  Not even close.”

Then I feel the belt come down right on my bare ass.  I had never felt that level of pain in my entire life.  It stung so bad, I jumped right off the bed.  “Back down he screams!”  I can’t though, I try to run out the bedroom door, but he catches up to me, and as I’m running I feel the belt hit my ass again.  I trip and hit the floor.  I lay on the ground curled up, but I’m naked and I don’t want to be hit anywhere else so I leave my ass exposed.  He continues dropping the belt onto my ass as hard as he can.

Within seconds I realize my attempt to prove I was a man to him has failed, and as I beg for mercy my eyes begin to tear.  “Please stop!  Please, I can’t take anymore,” but he just keeps on going.  My tears begin to flow out fast, covering my entire face.  

After a good 10 minutes of beating my bare ass mercilessly he pauses and picks me up off the ground and stands me up facing him directly in the eyes.  He talks for the first time in minutes.  “I told you that you were no man, You can’t even hold still for one second.  You’re just laying on the floor pouting like a little baby.”  We’re still not done here, but I want to here you say it again.  Admit to me what you really are!  Go on, say it!”

I try to speak, but I’m crying so heavily I can barely get my words to form.  I try to catch my breath, and in a choppy sentence I reply. “I’m a girl!”

“Ah, so you admit your a girl then. What kind of girl are you?”

“I’m a naughty little brat.”  

“And you’re learning a very important lesson aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I respond.

“Yes what?” He asks

Uncertain of his question I reply, “Yes sir?”

“Well that’s a start, but I think now it’s probably proper that you call me Daddy, don’t you think?  I mean, I am helping to give you what a real daddy should have given you right?”

Confused and feeling weirded out, I questionably say, “I guess so?”  

“you guess so?” And he turns me back around throwing me forward onto the bed again.  This time I land with my upper body on the bed, and my legs on the ground below.  The belt starts to come back down with fury once again.

I begin to cry out at the top of my lungs, “I’m sorry, I mean yes Daddy!”

He continues with each stroke, “that’s right, I’m your daddy now, and you are going to do as I say from now on, do I make myself clear young lady?”

“Yes, yes Daddy!”  

“Thwack,” and then he pauses, “what was that?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Thwack.”

“Again!”

“Yes Daddy, whatever you say.”  

It went on for what felt like eternity.  It was probably around an hour or so, but it most certainly felt longer.  I thought for sure by now, my boss was pissed, but honestly my employment had fallen to the least of my concerns.  The only thing I could concentrate on now was doing exactly what this man, or ‘Daddy,’ tells me so I can get out of this situation.