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""Wait...please...I..." I stammered when my mother-in-law lifted the hem of her skirt, exposed her stocking covered legs, and told me to pull my panties down and get over her lap.

"Panties down and tuck it right here," she said pointing at her thighs.

"But...but it's going to rub," I moaned, looked over at my wife, hoping she'd stop things.

She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. For a second I thought she was going to come to my defense. But she didn't. "You heard her," she glared at me.

"What's the problem," my mother-in-law asked my wife.

"She's afraid she'll leak on your hose," my wife said. "If she does, I told her she was getting a month in chastity."

"Please," I said, "let...let me keep my panties pulled up."

"A month?" my mother-in-law said.

"See," I said, pleading my case to my wife.

"But...but now?" I looked back to the study where my mother was napping. "What...what if she gets up?"

"I don't care if my mother's here, I don't care if she sees, the rule is that if you use that tone with me, put on your punishment panties and get over my knee."

At that moment, the study door opened, my mother-in-law walked out, rubbing her eyes. "What's the commotion?" she asked.

"Someone was disrespectful and is going to put on his punishment panties so he can be spanked."

My mother-in-law looked at me, shook her head. "It's about time," she said, "I've been here three days and I was beginning to think you baby him."

"I don't baby him, mother, when he misbehaves he's spanked."

"So why's he still standing there?" she asked.

"He's embarrassed to have you watch," my wife said.

My mother-in-law glared at me. "Maybe I should administer it instead of watching."

"Mother," my wife said.

"I mean it," she replied, moving to a straight backed chair and hiking up her skirt. "Get your panties on and come over here."

I looked at my wife, dumbfounded. "P...please..."

"You heard her," my wife glared at me.

"But..."

Her spanking was long and painful and afterwards, through my tears, I had to kiss her shoes and thank her.

I know sweetie, I know… it’s so hard for you…. Shhh now, everything’s gonna be okay, once you accept the emotional suffering and the physical pain as something you deserve. That’s why I wore this sweater today- your favorite, the one I caught you wearing when you thought I’d left the house, the one you had on when I first realized you’re a sissy, and the one you were wearing when I decided to g9 through with it and finally accepted Carl’s advances. Now tonight’s my third date with him, and believe it or not, at this moment, you’re not yet officially a cuckold. But tonight that’s gonna change. Tonight, while I wear this sweater, I’m gonna stay over at his and, well, be his. And you’ll be here, alone, in your panties and a cute dress, trying to remember what it was like when you were a man… or at least, thought you were one.

Are you sissy slut

And if you haven't

Trust me

Mistress had very kindly put your name down to cover a few shifts at the local adult theatre.

Her bull knew the owner so the job was a given to keep you busy while they fucked.

This was your second shift as the gloryhole cumdump and would be a regular thing now on Thursdays and Fridays, midday til midnight.

It was basic wage obviously, but Mistress took all your earnings for date nights with her lover.

You were just discovering how busy it was on a Friday compared to the 40 or so blow jobs you gave the day before...

At least meal breaks were not required eh sissy..