Punished

by Tina Majors

  Ideal situation of course is that society adapts to natural living, but until that point I’m not averse to sorting health out via the odd pill here and there.

  Anyway, finally I got served and I scooted right home to begin my pharmaceutically aided return to perfect health – which was vital so as to not spoil my situation.

  **

  I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and opened my mouth, making an ‘aaaaaarrrgh-aaaaah-aaaaah’ noise at the same time. I was analysing my teeth as the last time I visited the dentist I had a decent if unspectacular assessment that led to me being sent for a visit to the dental hygienist in order to remedy one or two instances of plaque.

  The visit had been fine, if occasionally a bit on the painful side (moderate pain you understand, nothing too drastic), but what it had done was educated me on the benefits of regular flossing.

  Some people will tell you that they floss after every meal.

  Now while this is admirable and undoubtedly has its advantages, personally I would always find that a bit too much of an imposition time and convenience wise to my routine.

  So for me my floss schedule is after I brush my teeth before bed time. And here I was, looking into the LED light mirror that took its place above my bathroom sink and analysing my set of (nearly) perfect pearly whites.

  I took the floss (an expanding, mint flavoured variety) from out of the cupboard and began the process.

  I must admit I enjoyed it, it was highly satisfying and left a great taste in my mouth.

  Of course, it was important to ensure my long term dental hygiene because who wants to be losing teeth and having a bad case of halitosis aka stink breath?

  And of course I knew that presentation was important in my situation, everything had to be right otherwise it would be seized upon of course. I spent the usual three or four minutes completing my floss and did a quick inspection.

  The outcome?

  Looking good.

  I had a long day ahead tomorrow so was happy to go to bed feeling as confident and relaxed as possible.

  Feeling tired, no scratch that – exhausted, I began to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth with my trusty electric toothbrush and washing my face with a nice organic cruelty free soap I walked into my bedroom and picked up my iPhone, inserted my Bluetooth headphones and pressed play on my favourite podcast.

  It was a podcast presented by three American men who liked to talk about true crime cases, mostly in the U S of A but sometimes expanding into south America. They would present the podcast in a very jovial style, lots of jokes and on going banter between them that really made you, the listener, feel like you knew them on a personal level.

  Maybe it was a cynical marketing ploy to engender customer loyalty to get the podcast listens that would drive their now pretty impressive sponsorship deals?

  I honestly didn’t think it was though, because even back in the early episodes when they were total unknowns it was clear that they all had a lot of love and respect for each other, a real chemistry that came across as you listened to them.

  I say they were jovial, and that is true, but they also made sure to go really in depth in their podcasts. Every little detail about the true crime case, often a serial killer, would be looked at, discussed, and debated. It made for a fascinating hour and ten minutes, served up on a weekly basis.

  Honestly if there was a job that required an individual to listen to podcasts every day then I would sign up for it for sure. Who knows, maybe one day there will be?

  Anyway, this week was a podcast I’d been looking forward to for a long time, the case of a supposedly potentially still active serial killer who operated across various south American countries. The intro was chilling to say the least, how could such evil exist unknown to the authorities?

  The alleged person responsible for over one hundred and fifty murders was still roaming around. It boggled my mind at how this person could be going undetected for such a long period of time.

  I guess what catches most serial killers is ego, maybe this one was a soulless killing machine who in search of perfection had studied how to ditch the ego, the super id?

  Would we ever know?

  Really makes you think, doesn’t it?

  Well, that was the intro but sadly I never got to listen to the rest on that evening because as I was so tired I could feel myself drifting off before the main part of the show had even begun.

  But could you blame me for being so exhausted?

  And of course I knew that there was more to come.

  Maybe the late night podcast listening would have to take a back seat for a while at least?

  **

  I arrived at the office early as instructed. In actual fact, I arrived half an hour before Suzanne had instructed me to be there. I was really scared of what might happen today.

  Ever since the first day with Suzanne as the new boss, each day had been a blaze of spankings in her office, humiliating walks through the main office area with the various women grabbing me, calling me names, making me do the most embarrassing things imaginable just for their amusement.

  As I explained before, by the time the weekend came I was totally wiped out.

  But yet I knew full well that I would be back at work on Monday ready to go through it all again.

  Sure, I could look for another job but for one I needed a constant source of income and deep down I knew that this new situation was doing something to me that I could not resist.

  I was becoming a true office sissy boi.

  But as I say, I was scared about what I might face this week.

  I was still new to all this and I felt like there was more degradation and punishment to come.

  I wasn’t wrong.

  **

  “On time today,” Suzanne said, looking me up and down judgementally.

  She walked from the desk over towards the large chaise longue she had had installed in the office; it was red satin and ornate, a luxury piece of furniture for an all powerful ruler of her kingdom.

  Suzanne sat down on the chaise and told me to come over to her.

  “Crawl, boy!” She admonished me, her face turning red with anger.

  I immediately go on all fours and crawled over to her.

  “Now,” She said, “What I want from now on is for you to arrive in the office in your daily uniform. No more turning up in your old work clothes and getting changed in here. Got it?”

  “Yes, mistress,” I said.

  I kept my head down, my back straight, aware that any poor posture would be seized upon and potentially could lead to punishment.

  “Now, your task this morning my little slut,” Suzanne said, a wicked grin crossing her mouth. “Your task this morning will be to accompany me to a meeting in HR. They’ve got a new manager who is keen on adapting the company to fit my ideals and they want to talk to me – and by extension you – about the potential changes. I want them to see you at your absolute slutty, pathetic, sissy best of course. What do you think you should wear?”

  I knew that I would be judged on my answer and was fearful of saying the wrong thing.

  Should I go super slutty?

  Or seeing as it was HR should I be more professional?

  I really didn’t know what to say.

  “Hurry up, answer me you little maggot,” Suzanne said, clearly not in the mood for any dithering.

  She was irritated, I could tell.

  “How about a pair of smart, elegant, black lace knickers, a black lace bra, and over that a silk top?” I said, nervous but hopeful that I had found a decent balance between sissy humiliation and something at least a little classy.

  After a brief pause, Suzanne answered.

  “Well,” She said, “That’s not a bad effort. Not bad at all. Right, get yourself into the closet and come out in full uniform. And by the way, as a way of really impressing her and sealing the deal, we’ll both be walking out to the car park to greet her on her arrival this morning. It’s a sunny da
y, so I see no reason why this meeting shouldn’t happen out in the office garden. You don’t have any objections I take it?”

  I knew better than to even hint at disobedience and turned and crawled as quickly as I could into the large walk in closet that Suzanne had had installed within two days of starting in her role.

  **

  In the elevator down to the ground floor to meet the HR manager, it struck me that I was only moments away from being exposed outside of my floor for the first time.

  Who would be there to witness this?

  It was prime work arrival time and the car park would be busy with workers arriving for the day. I felt my cock stiffening and put my hands down to adjust it to make sure that there were no embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions.

  “Good,” Suzanne said, “You make sure to keep that little worm tightly packed in there until I say otherwise. There’ll probably be lots of big burly men arriving for work, you wouldn’t want them seeing your little clitty would you? Or… would you?”

  I didn’t know how to answer the question, so made the mistake of looking down, embarrassed, and making a non-committal gesture with my head.

  “Answer me, maggot,” Suzanne said, roughly grabbing me and turning me around. “Looks like you need a quick spanking to get you on your most obedient form. The last thing I need is you letting me down in front of Janet Proust.”

  And with that, I stood there with my hands on the elevator mirror and took my spanking.

  I could tell that Suzanne meant it, this was important to her and her spanks were hard and fast.

  I made doubly sure to thank her for each one and keep my bottom presented as well as possible throughout.

  “Good, good, much better, nearly there now,” Suzanne said as she continued to bring her large, flat hand down on my bottom, my panties down round my ankles.

  The elevator got to the ground floor and I heard the door open.

  Surely this would mean that Suzanne would bring the spanking to an end?

  I felt my face flush with complete humiliation as I looked into the mirror and saw a group of smirking women, a couple from my floor, standing attentively waiting to get in.

  “Nearly done with this prat,” Suzanne said addressing the group. “Right, there we are.”

  She pulled my panties back up and frog marched me out past the crowd who made way for us.

  I could hear them laughing as we walked away and bowed my head.

  This felt like the first day all over again, and I knew worse was to come.

  **

  Janet Proust’s large BMW saloon pulled up and Suzanne gave me a look that said that this was it, this was not a time to let her down. I felt a surge of adrenalin and knew that this was as much up to me as it was to Suzanne.

  I felt a part of things in a way I never had before.

  Janet got out of her car and looked at Suzanne and me, surprised but clearly impressed.

  “Well, good morning both,” she said.

  I looked at her.

  A stunning woman, albeit in a different sense to Suzanne.

  Janet was in her forties, considerably shorter than Suzanne, but no less impressive in her physical appearance. She was wearing her gym clothes, ready for an early morning workout at the company gym suite. Her yoga pants hugged her shapely thighs and left nothing to the imagination around her pussy, clearly riding up inside her.

  Her pink workout top clung tightly to her significant breasts, both nipples protruding through, hard and proud.

  Janet’s face had a classy, well maintained beauty to it, her platinum blonde hair immaculate.

  But I knew I had to act quick, any hesitation would not go down well with either Janet or indeed Suzanne.

  I walked over to Janet and curtseyed, making sure to lift my silk top up at the sides as I did.

  This revealed my midriff and fully exposed my panties.

  “Mrs Proust,” I said, “Please accept my presence as your committed workplace sissy boy. I hope that I can do Mistress Suzanne proud and show to you what the true place in the workforce for men should be.”

  “Well, you do have him well trained,” Janet said, looking at Suzanne.

  “Yes, and there’s more to come, far more,” Suzanne said. “Seeing as it’s a sunny day, why don’t we go to the relaxation garden and have our meeting outdoors?”

  Janet nodded and with that we all walked through the car park – I say walked, I crawled at Suzanne’s side of course – and the real action began in earnest.

  **

  It was a warm day and despite it being early in the morning, the relaxation garden was fairly busy. As well as Suzanne, Janet and me, there was a group of women doing yoga.

  I hoped that they would be into their moment enough to not notice us, but I suspected that this was a hopelessly unrealistic wish.

  “Right, Janet, let’s get down to business. You know that I want to bring in a new company wide regime in terms of how beta men are treated,” Suzanne said. “Well, this little worm agrees that the best way forward is to follow my plan.”

  That was my cue.

  Suzanne had given me a statement to memorize and read out.

  Following her instruction, I climbed on top of the wooden table and got on my knees.

  I looked over to Suzanne who nodded to signal that I should begin my statement, and it went like this:

  Janet, please allow me to explain how working under Suzanne has helped me to realise that the way forward for this company is for men to be subservient to women, to obey their every command, and to accept their role as little sissy bois. Since Suzanne took charge, I have had the pleasure of wearing a far more suitable work uniform of selected panties and bras that remind me of my place in the world as source of entertainment and stress relief for my female colleagues. My new role requires me to complete my normal administrative tasks but also be ready to provide entertainment and obedience at a moment’s notice. Please accept my bottom as a gift to you now, to do with as you will.

  With that, I turned around and leant forward, sticking my frilly pantied bottom up in the air for Janet to inspect and do with as she wished.

  I looked at Suzanne, sitting directly in front of me, and saw that she was pleased with my statement. I couldn’t help but look towards her tight trousers and how they clung to her thighs and her pussy.

  I knew that this would be noticed and no doubt brought up later, probably leading to a punishment, but on this occasion I didn’t care and thought I had earned a little slack.

  “Wow, I continue to be impressed Suzanne, you have clearly brought this reprobate up to speed,” Janet said. “But it’s all very well talking the talk, I want to see if he can walk the sissy walk.”

  “Go on,” Suzanne said. “I am sure he can match your expectations.”

  “We’ll see,” Janet replied, clearly rising to the challenge.

  I felt Janet lean over and pull off my camisole and my bra, and then pull my knickers right up into my cheeks, up and down, in and out, doing it with such force that she was actually lifting me off my knees.

  “Hahaha,” Janet proclaimed, “Listen to me you sad little excuse for a man. I want you to get down off this table, mince your way over to the yoga group and offer your face for their sweaty bottoms and pussies to sit on for as long as they please. Do you understand?”

  “Y-y-y-yes,” I said, my heart racing.

  “Well what are you waiting for?” Janet roared.

  And with that, I felt Suzanne grab me by the ear and begin marching me over to the group of women. I cursed myself for hesitating, one of Suzanne’s pet hates that I had learned, via several spankings, that she simply did not tolerate.

  The women turned around and stopped their yoga as we arrived.

  “Announce yourself,” Janet said. “And make it extra humiliating if you want to avoid extra punishment!”

  “Please, p-p-p-please, accept my service, ladies,” I said, my voice trembling. “I am your sissy boi with a little hard cli
tty and eager tongue. I am a panty boi who’s role at this workplace is to serve and satisfy my female superiors at all times.”

  And out of instinct, it totally felt like the right thing to do, I walked into the centre of the yoga area and lay down on the grass, pulled my panties down and stuck my tongue out and held it in a stiff upward position.

  The women began to giggle and laugh.

  “Ladies, enjoy yourselves,” Suzanne said. “Whatever you feel like, he is here for you, don’t be shy.”

  An Amazonian woman called Naomi walked forward first.

  She was at least six foot, mixed race, and had a curvy, strong body that I had noticed from the days before I became the office sissy.

  Back in the day I had imagined putting her over my knee and spanking her bottom before watching her twerk for me, but now it was clear that I would be totally under her control and any spanking or butt shaking would be mine, not hers.

  Naomi smiled and dropped full weight on to my stomach, winding me slightly.

  She laughed and moved her hips either side of my head.

  She crushed me, laughing as she did it.

  “Now smell my sweaty pussy and tell me you love it,” Naomi laughed, grinding her yoga pants into my nose and mouth.

  “I l-l-love your pussy, please give me more, I love the smell, please,” I said. “Use me as you wish.”

  Naomi then spent the next ten minutes bouncing and grinding on my face, turning around and showing me her magnificent bottom. Her yoga pants came off pretty early in this and I soon felt the full force of her cumming hard, grinding for what seemed like an age until she got up and picked me up by my hair.

  “Owwwwww,” I cried.

  Shut it, slut,” Naomi said, clearly showing me the respect – or clear lack of respect – she felt I deserved.

  Naomi threw me to another woman and I soon found myself being passed between each one, being groped, wanked, pinched, spat on.