I shivered in my nudity as my sister Becky led me by the hand down the hall towards her bedroom. Brenda playfully squeezed my butt as she walked behind us. I reached back with my free hand and brushed her offensive grip away. I heard her giggle with pleasure. The two devilish girls were in their glory, while I, in great contrast, was in the depths of misery. I had just had all of my body hair (save for my pubic hair, thank goodness) shaved off at the hands of the two witches. A scented lotion had been rubbed all over my body, as they seemed intent on humiliation through feminization. On top of that, I had been told of the impending slumber party that they were having with a few of their girlfriends, and that I would be supplying the entertainment. I cringed as I didn’t even want to try to imagine what type of “entertainment” I was expected to provide.
I was led into the bedroom, and Becky let go of my hand and left me standing in the middle of the room. Instinctively, I covered my crotch with my hands. Becky opened one of her dresser drawers and began rummaging through the contents. To my horror, she was sifting through several pairs of her panties. “Let’s see, Blondie,” she said. “Since you’re so intent on covering up your little package, maybe we can find you something …oh, here we go, I think you’ll look quite stunning in these,” she teased as I watched her pull out a bright pink pair of her panties. She held them up, stretching them out with both hands. “What do you think, Blondie, is this your color, or what?” Both she and Brenda broke out in laughter as I stood there with a distressed, somewhat frightened look on my blushing face. My hands tightened a little bit on my privates, and I bent over slightly from the waist. The girls were enjoying my body language.
“Please,” I implored. “Don’t do this to me.” Of course, my appeal fell on deaf ears. Becky approached me, knelt down on one knee and held the opening of the panties at my left foot.
“Step into these, sweetie. It’s time to get you ready for your guests.”
I started to lift my foot to do her bidding, but my humiliation got the better of me, and instead I made a bolt towards the door. I must have been delusional to think I could escape from my tormentors.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” cautioned Brenda. “One phone call to my cousin and you’ll find yourself naked in public before you know what hits you.”
I stopped in my tracks. No need to remind the reader about Mitch and his threat. Suffice to say, it was enough to have me completely under their control. I turned and faced my tormentors. Brenda had taken a seat on the bed, and she motioned for me to come over with the crook of her index finger. “You get your little ass over her right now, little sissy boy!” she commanded with an admonishing look one would expect from a mother intent on disciplining her young child. I timidly toddled over to Brenda, my hands over my gonads all the while. She authoritatively grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over her knees. She expertly positioned me so that my ass cheeks were propped up, as if they were begging to be slapped. Sure enough, I felt the first of many stings as Brenda used her bare hand on my naked ass. To exacerbate my humiliation, Brenda scolded me while she went about the spanking. Methodically, each syllable coincided with an authoritative slap on my naked behind.
“How DARE you disobey your sister like that!” It was really starting to sting at that point. “Now get your little girlie ass up and put your pretty panties on like the girlie boy you are!”
Count ‘em, that’s forty-four bare-hand spanks, and they came in rapid succession. My backside felt like it was on fire. Brenda, who obviously derived considerable enjoyment from her spontaneous discipline session, pushed me to the floor, where I landed in a heap. I gathered myself and rose to my feet, again modestly clutching my penis and balls. Tears had welled up in my eyes, and a couple of them streamed down my cheeks. My ass was throbbing now as the full effect of the spanking was sinking in. I winced in pain and in spite of myself I held my warm ass and jumped up and down a few times, much to the hilarity of Brenda and Becky.
The laughing Becky was waiting a few steps away with the panties, and I knew what I had to do. I walked over to her and lifted my left foot, and Becky slipped the opening of the leg hole over my ankle. “That’s a good little girl, Blondie,” she taunted. I winced, both at my submission to being dressed in my sister’s panties, and at the use of the word “girl.” Brenda, who was now standing next to Becky, seemed to delight in my obvious torment. Becky signaled by tapping my right shin, and I dutifully lifted my right foot. Becky slipped the other opening of the panties over my leg and slowly, teasingly slipped them up my legs. She stopped at a point just above my knees, then let go and left them hanging there. She looked up, grinning at my bright red face. “You’re going to have to move your hands, darling, so we can pull your panties up.” Both girls were giggling now. I dropped my hands to my sides. I was mortified. Even though I had been exposed to these girls in all my glory already, somehow it was even more humiliating with the panties dangling at my knees. Becky sensed my extreme discomfort, and pounced on it. Instead of pulling the panties up, she stood up and put her arm around her fiendish friend. They both stood there grinning at me, their eyes darting from my profusely blushing face, to my genitals, to the panties, and back up again.
“Doesn’t she look adorable?” teased Brenda.
I started to move my hands to cover up again, as it was too excruciating to take. “Uh, uh uh,” admonished Becky, “Keep your hands off your little clitty.” The diabolical girls were giggling freely now as I slumped my shoulders over the latest disparagement.
“Clasp your hands behind your head,” ordered Brenda. “That way you won’t be tempted to play with that little thing.” Again more giggles as I complied by interlocking my fingers behind my head. This exposed my newly shaved underarms, adding to my embarrassment, which wasn’t lost on the wicked Brenda. She approached me and ran her fingers up my left side, then softly strummed my hairless armpit. I flapped my elbow down, a move brought on both by the tickling sensation and the embarrassment. Again Brenda giggled, as she slowly walked around me, checking me out closely all the while, until she was behind me. “Hey Beck,” she squealed with delight. “Come check out Blondie’s buns; they’re almost as red as his face.”
The smiling Becky joined her compatriot. “Oh, yes,” she cooed. I felt a hand rubbing my right butt cheek back and forth. “And feel how warm they are.” At that point two sets of hands were caressing my backside, which indeed still felt quite warm from the spanking at Brenda’s hands. Then I felt a hand running up and down my left leg.
“And feel how smooth his pretty legs are,” chimed in Brenda. Two sets of hands stroked my legs. I winced yet again as I continued to endure the mockery from the relentless twosome. They were having the time of their lives, and all I could do was stand there helplessly, catering to their whims as their little plaything.
The Guests Arrive
The sound of the doorbell momentarily interrupted their fun. “I’ll get it,” announced Brenda. From the bedroom doorway she turned back to me and said, “Looks like your company is starting to arrive, sweetheart. I think you’re going to make quite an impression tonight.” She giggled to herself as she made her way to the front door, leaving me alone with my malicious sister.
“Isn’t this fun, Blondie?” she asked as she looked intently at me. Without waiting for an answer that wasn’t forthcoming anyway, she bent down and started to pull up the panties that were still dangling at my knees. “Time to get you ready for your guests,” she continued with delight. She pulled the panties up my waist, snapping the elastic band against my lower stomach for effect. She stepped back and surveyed the results of her labor. “Oh, too precious,” she said to no one in particular. She reached down and fiddled with the lace at the leg openings. “Precious,” she repeated. She took my hand and led me towards the full-length mirror. “Come see, Blondie. You’ll just love it.” She stood me in front of the mirror as we both peered in at the reflection. Her bright smile was in huge contrast to my miserable expression. Again she adjusted the lace of the panties as I looked on in dejection at the sight in the mirror. With my youngish face, hairless body and flat chest, I could probably have passed for a prepubescent twelve-year-old girl if it wasn’t for my boyish haircut. Becky just stood me their for awhile, as I was somewhat mesmerized by what was for me a dreadful sight. Brenda broke the spell when she poked her head in the room.
“Joanna and…oh, how adorable,” she said when she saw me wearing the panties. “Joanna and Marcia are here, should I bring them in here?” she asked.
“No,” answered Becky. “Just keep them company out in the living room. There’s beer in the refrigerator, so help yourselves. We’re almost done here; we’ll be right out. Tell them we have a special guest and a big surprise for them.” Again they both giggled as Brenda exited the bedroom.
“Okay, my dear little brother—or should I say ‘sister?’ We’ve got to find you something else to wear. You certainly can’t go out there like that, you little slut.” Becky laughed at her own attempt at humor, as I stood transfixed at the mirror, extremely apprehensive about what was to come. The doorbell rang again. “Oh, that must be Cheryl and Julie,” announced Becky. “You remember Julie, Blondie, she was the salesgirl that was so helpful to you at Victoria’s Secret on our little excursion to the mall.” I remained silent, and was now downright grim. Becky continued to tease me. “I know she’ll LOVE to see you in your pretty panties.” I closed my eyes in anguish. Now there would be six, count ‘em, six girls to harass me.
Dressed For a Slumber Party
Becky began sifting through another drawer to her dresser. She pulled out a long, sleeveless, pink, nylon nightgown. “Here we go, pumpkin, you’ll look just gorgeous in this,” she proclaimed as she held it up in front of me. Without hesitation she pulled it over my head and we watched the reflection as the hem dropped to the tops of my ankles. She adjusted the spaghetti straps at the shoulders. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “A perfect fit. Just look at you; you look so pretty in pink.” I looked desolately at my reflection. My cheeks matched the color of the nightgown.
“Oh, God, Becky, PLEASE don’t make me go out there like this.” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I pleaded desperately. “I can’t do this; I promise I’ll do anything, I’ll clean your room for the rest of my life, anything! PLEASE don’t make me go out there.”
With her response it struck me right then that she might be the devil incarnate. “I can have you clean my room for the rest of your life regardless,” was her icy reply. “Now let’s go, sweetie, we’ve kept your guests waiting long enough.” She took hold of my left hand and started pulling me towards the bedroom door. Initially I resisted. “Do you want your bare ass spanked in front of all those girls? Do you? No, I don’t think so. Just be thankful that I was able to find such a pretty nighty for you. You’re the only one properly dressed for a slumber party. You should be grateful that Brenda and I have been so attentive. Now let’s go greet your guests, and I expect your full cooperation for the rest of the night. Do you understand?” I said nothing as I was led out into the hallway. Becky stopped and turned towards me. “I said, ‘Do you understand?’”
“Yes, I understand,” I meekly replied.
Becky smiled in satisfaction at my submission. “Good, now let’s go have some fun, girly-girl.”
I took a deep breath as we made the fateful walk through the hallway.
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