Punished

by Tina Majors

  Oh for God’s sake, there’s nothing more annoying is there?

  When you are on your way to an appointment – and this was quite a significant appointment I think we can all agree – when you hear your name called out and immediately know you’re going to have to acknowledge the voice, see who it is and then engage in anything upwards of five or ten minutes of idle chatter.

  Well, I turned around and it was a work colleague, a pleasant man in his early forties who unfortunately was a bit of a bore when it came to his numerous hobbies. I would have to ensure I kept him well away from any talk of the local rugby club’s annual accounts, the developments at the work running club, or indeed anything whatsoever to do with his plans to set up a birdwatching club.

  As it was, this guy just wanted to say hi and ask whether I wanted to arrange a time when I could borrow his bicycle for a test ride.

  Feeling somewhat guilty at expecting the worse from him, we made arrangements for me to take receipt of his bike next Friday so I could test it out over the weekend and return it to him on the following Monday morning.

  We then had a relatively quick chat about the dammed running club, of which I had absolutely no interest in joining or talking about, and we said our goodbyes.

  His unusual haste made me wonder whether he perhaps had a covert appointment like I did?

  I wouldn’t put it past him, but in reality there was no way of ever knowing. What I was learning in my experience was that we all have secrets we carry with us, even those of us who work mundane nine to five office jobs can in fact have kinks and relationships that would send you dizzy with wonder.

  The time was approaching, I could see the signage for the coffee shop protruding out over the outdoor seating area of the coffee shop.

  I took a deep breath and walked as confidently as I could towards what I felt was a defining moment.

  I briefly considered that none of this would have been happening had I not chosen this particular establishment last Saturday.

  Fate eh?

  **

  I walked into the café, bang on time, and felt a sudden and quite overwhelming surge of nerves. I could feel myself breaking into a sweat while at the same time my mouth going a bit dry and a total feeling of self-consciousness coming over me. I don’t know if this was a good or a bad thing but the queue in front of me was only about one or two people, and I could see Miss Annabelle standing behind the counter.

  Had she seen me?

  The answer was, of course, yes.

  As I approached the counter I knew that my instructions, non-negotiable, were to courtesy for my mistress.

  Taking a deep breath and struggling to maintain any kind of consistent eye contact, I did as I had been told as quickly as I could, trying to hide my action from anyone who may have happened to have been looking.

  “It’ll be two coffees for you, one for me, we’ll have a quick chat when I get off my shift in a minute,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I can’t say I’m impressed so far. Don’t worry, all will be noted.”

  Her tone was firm, stern, and clearly mocking.

  Looking at her, her breasts seemed even more imposing than last time. Sticking straight out at me, I could clearly see her hard nipples proudly stretching the fabric of her polo top.

  I wondered what kind of panties she was wearing underneath her jeans today and immediately began considering the possibility that soon I would have my face buried in her muscular, soft, perfect big ass.

  I walked away, sat down at the table and waited.

  Instead of sitting down next to me, Miss Annabelle pointed towards the disabled toilet and beckoned me to follow her.

  My heart began to race.

  As we entered, I was incredibly nervous, the reality was dawning on me now that anything she had previously described could well happen over the course of the next minutes or hours. I didn’t know what to do once she locked the door behind us, so I just sort of stood there like an idiot, my erect cock pressing against the crotch of my trousers, attempting to force its way out of the panties I had duly worn.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” She said, clearly wanting to get straight to business. “You know what you have been instructed to do don’t you? I want you to remove your trousers and present your panty clad bottom for my inspection. And hurry the hell up unless you want me to get Marcel in here to teach you a lesson you’re unlikely to forget in a hurry!”

  Her voiced was raised in a way that suggested she didn’t care too much if anyone outside happened to hear. I quickly pulled my trousers off and turned to face the wall, sticking my bottom out as instructed.

  I felt utterly humiliated.

  Here I was, presenting myself for a woman I barely knew in a café toilet. As embarrassed as I felt, I could sense my erection going into overdrive. I prayed that I wouldn’t make a mess and spill my hot cum into them. In truth, I feared for what Miss Annabelle might do if this happened so early in this experience.

  “Nice pair of panties, I must say,” She said, walking around behind me and pulling the panty waist out with her fingers. She let it snap back onto my waist causing it to sting a little.

  I let out a whimper, much to her amusement.

  “Now drop down and let me see you give me ten of your best squats,” She said, menacingly. “And they’d better be decent or I’ll march you right out of here and through the café into the kitchen, exposing your sissy self to everyone!”

  Even though she may well have been using this as a threat, I didn’t know her well enough to know whether she would go through with it, so I made my best effort at squatting.

  Remembering to keep my back straight and stick my bottom out, I dropped as low as I could get and powered back up into position.

  “Not bad, you’ve obviously been practicing,” She said. “You’ve got quite a girly style of squatting, which isn’t a surprise for a little sissy boi like you. It’ll actually help further down the line too. Now stand up and face me.”

  I turned to face her, placing my hands in front of my frilly thong, attempting to press my boner into myself to minimise the humiliation.

  I could feel my face flush again as she grabbed my face and lifted it up so that we would make eye contact.

  “Look at me you little pervert!” She said, loudly. “You may have squatted okay, but by the looks of it, you’ve got a pathetic little boner without asking me permission first. What a sad excuse for a hard-on it is too. Pathetic. Move your hands now, let me see. Oh my God, hahahaha, tragic. I’ve never seen such a stupid little dick.”

  She reached over and pulled my throbbing cock out of the front of the panties.

  She began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, and I felt myself close to cumming in her hand.

  She must have noticed because she suddenly stopped and slapped my cock three or four times.

  “You never, ever, get to cum without my say so you little jerkoff,” She said. “If I let you cum today, you’ll be doing it right into your mouth and over your face. Right, enough of this, we’re going to the department store I told you about”

  Annabelle wore a look of amusement and disgust right across her face.

  “And don’t worry,” She said, “I’ll be putting your through your paces once we’re there. We, yes – we, have plans for you that will have you dizzy my little trainee slut.”

  Terrified, turned on, completely in a trance, I could only nod and courtesy.

  “Thank you, Miss Annabelle, I am here to serve and do as you say,” I said, eventually, without even thinking about what I was saying.

  “Glad to hear it. And by the way, as you were squatting, I took a lovely little video of you on my mobile which I’ll be sending to Marcel to get him motivated for if, no let’s be honest – when, I call upon him to sort you out as punishment,” She said, laughing as she opened the door and strode out of the toilet, her powerful thighs swaying beneath her large bottom.

  I followed, ready and willing for the next part of t
he day.

  **

  Annabelle and I walked out of the elevator and into the lingerie department of the department store. The walk to the department store had provided lots of small humiliations, Annabelle making sure to talk loudly about the potential punishments that would be coming my way if I did not meet her expectations.

  She would also smile and say hi to big alpha men she saw on the street and then tease me about how big their cocks would be in comparison to my somewhat smaller cock. All of this did was serve to turn me on even more, and I found myself totally under her control.

  It was as if the more she humiliated me, the more I craved to be in her company.

  “Right,” Annabelle said, “I need to pick up a couple of things, I want you to go and introduce yourself to the two ladies up at the counter. Tell them that you are Annabelle’s new friend. Actually, no, tell them that you are Annabelle’s sissy-boi pin dick bitch.”

  Annabelle gave me a look that told me she was not joking.

  But, seriously, could I possibly do this?

  What if she was joking, attempting to make me disgrace myself in front of total strangers?

  Well the risk of not following orders would be that my punishment got stepped up beyond anything I could even contemplate, so my face bright red, I approached the counter.

  “Excuse me,” I said, “I’m, um, I’m, um, Annabelle’s, um…”

  The two women at the counter looked at me, waiting for me to finish.

  Both were a little older than Annabelle, but they were incredibly attractive. As you could imagine, they had the perfect and pristine style of department store workers. Their uniform of tight fit white blouses and fitted pinstriped trousers emphasised their full figures.

  “Spit it out,” Julie, said.

  Clearly, she knew what was coming and was revelling in this moment.

  “Annabelle!” Sophie, shouted. “Annabelle! Your little friend seems to have lost his voice!”

  Oh no, I thought, Annabelle won’t like this.

  I tried to speak but found myself totally tongue tied.

  I looked behind me and saw Annabelle approaching, walking quickly, a stern look on her face.

  “This,” Annabelle said to the two women, “is my sissy boi bitch, the complete wimp loser I told you about. Now, you’re already in a load of trouble for disobeying me, so I want you to get on all fours right this second and crawl in to the changing room area and get yourself down to your underwear in ninety seconds flat!”

  Terrified, I dropped to the floor and to the sound of laughter from Annabelle and her two friends, crawled at double speed into the changing room area as quickly as I could and stripped myself down to my panties and presented myself ready for their arrival by standing up against the wall, my hands pressing either side of a floor to ceiling mirror, poking my pantied bottom out as far as I could.

  I looked into the mirror and took a deep gulp as I saw the three women enter.

  “We’re going to leave the curtain open, slut,” Annabelle said, So if any women come in they’ll be witness to what I do to disobedient little perverts like you. Any objections?”

  “N-n-n-o, Miss Annabelle,” I said.

  “Right girls,” Annabelle said, “What do you think we should have him do for us first?”

  “Well, I’ve got a selection of panties here,” Sophie said. “I’d like to see him try them all on for us, put on a bit of a fashion show?”

  “Excellent,” said Annabelle, “An excellent idea. Now, sissy, take the panties and what you’ll do is a runway show for us. Come on, get going!”

  I couldn’t believe what was happening as I grabbed the selection of knickers.

  Some of them were outrageously skimpy, but the feel of them all in my hands had a dizzying effect, I knew that I was in dreamland, albeit a dreamland where one wrong step could have serious consequences.

  The first pair of panties were little pink shorts that rode up at the back to give a generous hint of cheek.

  As I walked down the changing room corridor towards the women, I saw them eagerly awaiting me. At the bottom of my runway, I turned around and did a full floor drop, before turning my head to them and sucking my finger.

  I couldn’t believe how slutty I was being, but the looks on their faces and the cheers they made showed that I was pleasing them.

  “More! More!” Sophie shouted as I walked back to the top of the runway and put on the next pair of panties, this time an absolutely minuscule thong that had a see through mesh front.

  “Holy hell, that’s scandalous!” Julie said to Annabelle. “This little sissy bitch loves it though.”

  “Yes,” Annabelle said, “He loves it so much I think he needs to remember that I’m the one calling the shots here. Just wait until he gets near us.”

  As I walked towards them in the mini thong, I decided I’d go for it with another move, unaware that I had inadvertently annoyed my mistress.

  I got the end of the runway and stopped, turned around, and bent over and twisted, making an absolute show of pulling on my nipples and running my hand suggestively over my bottom and up towards my raging boner.

  Sophie and Julie said and giggled, hollering about what a tease I was.

  But suddenly I saw Annabelle stand up, grab me and using her strength, throw me to the floor, before standing over me and pressing her foot over my dick.

  What the hell just happened?

  “If there’s one thing I don’t like it’s when a sissy boi gets above their station,” Annabelle said, towering above me. “Now, you pissed me off by disobeying me when we came in, and now you’re acting like you love all the attention too much. Well, I’m not having it. Sophie, round up some shoppers and bring them in here.”

  With that, a clearly excited Sophie got up and went out on to the shop floor.

  “No, no, please, Miss, please, no!” I begged.

  “Oh dear, looks like he’s a squirming little sissy now eh Belle,” Julie said, her large breasts jiggling provocatively as she spoke.

  “Tough shit, he needs to learn that the fun being had is mine, not his,” Annabelle answered, clearly furious with me.

  Annabelle took her foot off my cock and picked me up roughly and held me in place by my hair.

  Sophie had by now brought in a group of about ten women, all of whom began to laugh and titter as they saw me at the end of the changing room corridor, now over Annabelle’s lap.

  “Ladies,” Annabelle announced, “What you are witnessing is a pathetic male, a subservient sissy who got too cocky, a sad no-dicked beta male, who is about to get a spanking before your eyes. Feel free to record this on your phones and show to your husbands – either as a warning for what you might do to them, or if your hubbie is a proper alpha male then just show it for your entertainment!”

  And without further ado, Annabelle began to spank me for what seemed like an eternity. Each slap caused me to jerk and wriggle, so much so that Annabelle had to readjust her position several times before loudly admonishing me and finishing off the last few minutes of the spanking with her large, muscular leg wrapped around my waist and her spare hand grabbing me by the hair.

  As well as being extra painful, it was extra humiliating.

  I felt like a wild animal being brought under control by a strong farmhand.

  Certainly, the crowd of women loved it, some of them coming closer at various points to take close up video and photo of my anguished squealing. Finally, the spanking came to an end and I was ordered to stand with my hands on my head and facing the women.

  With my panties now down by my ankles, and my boner long gone from the pain, I looked a pathetic, limp dicked sight, but all this seemed to do was prompt more cheers and jeers from the crowd.

  “Okay, enough,” Annabelle said to the assembled crowd. “This stupid little so-called man has hopefully learned his lesson. And seeing as I am not an unreasonable woman, I think he deserves some relief. But, of course, he can’t have things all his own way, so what
I propose is this. Sissy-boi here will get on his knees and masturbate that utterly ridiculous little thing for our pleasure, and as he does he will repeat some statements that I will fire at him. Failure to repeat the statement, and I mean any kind of pause, or if he cums his sissy juice before I say he can, will result in more punishment. What do you say ladies?”

  The assembled women roared their approval and all moved their chairs closer and took their seats as Miss Annabelle roughly pushed me to my knees.

  “Are you ready, slut?” She asked me.

  “Yes, mistress,” I said, totally defeated, my bottom still stinging from the spanking.

  “Right,” Annabelle grinned. “Put that little thing in your hand and repeat after me: I am a sissy boy wanker.”

  “I am a sissy boy wanker,” I said.

  And so it continued.

  “I am a panty craving wimp,” She said.

  “I am a panty craving wimp,” I repeated back.

  “I deserve all the humiliation I get,” she said.

  “I deserve all the humiliation I get,” I repeated back.

  It was already clear that I couldn’t possibly last very long in this scenario. My dick was rock hard, and each vocal humiliation got me more and more excited.

  Mistress Annabelle could sense this and decided to up the ante, I could tell.

  “I don’t have a real man’s dick,” She said, a wicked grin on her face.

  “I don’t have a real man’s dick,” I repeated back, knowing full well what direction she was going in with this. I began jerking harder, almost totally out of control of my actions.

  I felt Annabelle grab my hair and lift my head up.

  “Look at them sissy-boi,” Annabelle said. “Look at the women that are enjoying watching you make an absolute spectacle of yourself. Now say after me: I want to put my lips on a real man’s big thick dick. Go on, say it!”

  “I-I-I-I, I want to put my lips on, urgh, urgh, aaaargh, a real man’s big thick dick!” I said, my hot cum flying out of my dick and all over my legs and stomach, the crowd of women roaring their approval, their cameras flashing.