Punished

by Tina Majors

  **

  “You’re late!” Mistress bellowed. “And let us not forget that during our little wrestling test, I assured you that you would be getting a punishment. Well I suppose I will have to add it all up and put it in context.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I said.

  I still felt incredibly intimidated by this woman, but the fact that I had cum in front of her, had my penis mocked by her, and engaged in a very intimate, yet one sided, wrestling match with her meant that I also felt comfortable in being myself in front of her.

  “Now, what will happen is this,” She said. “You will go into the changing room and strip. You will pick an item to wear, only one, and you will come out and present yourself in front of me and ask for your punishment. Got it?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I said.

  “Well, chop-chop,” She said. “Don’t make me add any more to what is already looking like a pretty hefty tariff.”

  I walked as quickly as I could into the changing room and flung my clothes off at double speed. I looked at my options that had been placed on the table.

  This couldn’t be right?

  All I saw in front of me were three pairs of women’s panties.

  The first was a white, lacy, frilly pair.

  The second was a pink, ultra-tiny thong.

  The third was a high cut, see through, black thong.

  I heard Mistress shouting at me to hurry up and knew I had to make a choice.

  I suddenly wasn’t sure I could go through with this.

  This had been a long held fantasy of mine, but to finally live it seemed maybe a step I wasn’t sure about taking. I bit the bullet and went with what I knew my heart was telling me. I picked up the panties and felt an unbelievable thrill as I pulled them up and walked out in front of my boss.

  “Ah, the pink panties,” She said. “Well, how revealing – in more ways than one! Now, anything you would like to say?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Please will you accept my request to be punished? I have been a very naughty little idiot who deserves to have his bottom spanked by his superior.”

  “When you say ‘bottom’”, She said, “Do you mean sissy bottom?”

  “Y-y-y-yes,” I agreed. “I mean please spank my slutty pink panty sissy bottom for as long as you think I deserve it.”

  And with that, she beckoned me over, put me over her knee, and began spanking my bottom hard and fast for what seemed like an eternity.

  I began to struggle, such was the pain.

  I was begging her to stop but my please were only met with laughter and commands to shut my sissy mouth. She wasn’t kidding when she said this would be a proper punishment.

  “Now, that’s enough,” She said. “Get yourself off my lap and over into the corner. I want you to stand with your face against the wall until I say otherwise and think long and hard about what you’ve done and how you can make sure to please me in future.”

  I waddled over to the wall, my panties half way down my thighs, and did exactly as I was told. I knew my new boss meant business and wasn’t a woman, or should that be Goddess, to mess with.

  **

  Time passed. I settled into my new role.

  Sitting down on the sunken red leather chair of the coffee shop I took a long sip of my extra large strawberry Frappuccino (the nature of the drink getting me in no little trouble later as I was soon to find out!) and began to contemplate my surroundings.

  Here I was, sitting in a coffee venue having a relaxed drink in the middle of the day as I watched the world go by.

  How was this possible?

  A mere week ago I was out of work and desperate for cash, so the idea that I would be positively lounging around enjoying a luxury – by my current standards – drink was impossible to fathom. Well, now I was in a somewhat different life position it dawned on me that I would have to adjust my preconceptions and accept that my world was going to look like a very different place from now on.

  I looked over to the woman sitting at the table adjacent to mine and couldn’t help but notice how stressed out she looked, manically sipping on her skinny latte as she scrolled and scrolled through the multi screens of her iPhone.

  Was this the life she dreamed of?

  Sure, she was wearing expensive looking clothes, and had the latest technology in the palm of her hand, but was she fulfilled? My iPhone was only allowed to be used in my room after work hours, or when I received a *special message* relating to instructions from my new boss, and I must say I was already feeling free of its demands on my time.

  I felt liberated!

  As well as the woman with her iPhone, I saw many other similar drones sitting at their tables or on their tall window stools immersed in their smartphones and wearing looks of abject boredom on their faces. I felt sorry for them, but I also felt happy for myself in what was shaping up to be the best decision I had ever made in my life to date.

  **

  Walking down the street, packed with busy shoppers and lunch time trade, I began to wonder what the end game of this particular situation I found myself in was.

  Could I seriously expect that this was my life now?

  What would I say to my friends – would they not be surprised at how I’d suddenly gone from asking for a loan to pay for my sports package cable subscription to now living in a three story penthouse apartment with full cable package?

  What could I possibly say to my family, a family who had expressed their concerns when I took my year out travelling and were incredibly disappointed to see that my old job was no longer there upon my return?

  Forgetting what other people thought for a moment, on a boring practical level from my own point of view, where was my life security?

  The longer I was out of work surely the harder it would be to return to work when this experience would come to an end.

  Or… or maybe this experience would never to come to an end?

  No, that was wishful thinking, and I knew it.

  However, my new boss had told me that I would be looked after with a glowing reference, all things being well, and with her international list of contacts if anything I would be better placed career wise – even in this poor job market. After all, they do say it’s about who you know and not what you know.

  The torrential downpour was showing no signs of abating so I decided to make a quick stop off in a nice chain coffee shop I knew was around the corner from this particular street.

  I continued walking for fifty metres, made my turn, and walked quickly to the coffee place.

  **

  I walked into the bathroom and looked around. In one of those weird moments that can happen from time to time, I completely forgot why I had come in here.

  Then of course I remembered, it was my scheduled evening bath time.

  I turned the hot and cold taps on to full to get them going and took a couple of moments to get the heat balance just they way I liked it (not too hot but warm enough that it would take me a few attempts to ease myself in – I found this was the best method for ensuring a long soak was taken at optimum heat for the longest period, in other words – it was hot all the way until it was time to get out).

  Once I was happy with the heat I put the heavy metal plug into the bath and poured in some bubble bath. It was a pink colour with a fruity, zesty smell. Not my choice of course, but I was happy to go along with it – not that I had any choice in the matter. I sat on the small but elegant bath stool in nothing but the bath towel that I was wearing around my waist and watched dreamily, or should that be in a haze like state, as the bath began to fill slowly but surely.

  I knew I was on my own time now, and it felt good to relax for a moment, although I was also aware that the stipulation of my employment was that in theory I could be called to service at any moment. And I also knew that I was still under her control – any serious rule breakages would be punished as normal.

  As the bath began to fill to the required amount, I realised that my mind had been wandering
to thoughts of what my new boss would look like getting in and out of the bath, how the bubbles would help to augment her already magnificent and powerful shape.

  As I stood up to get into the bath my robe fell to the floor and my much humiliated penis was standing to full attention. Aware that if mistress happened to walk in, I would be in trouble, and not wanting yet another spanking today, I quickly got into the bath and under the safety – or so I thought – of the bubbles.

  **

  Funny how when you really want to get to sleep but just can’t. It’s certainly annoying if you have a big meeting the next day, the kind of meeting that you know you need to nail so that you get the big bonus come the half year review.

  The amount of time I’ve spent tossing and turning over the years in this exact situation.

  First you flip the pillows countless times from side to side.

  Sometimes you want it cold, then it’s too cold and you want it hot. Ever tried counting sheep? I for one can testify to the highest power that it does not work. My personal best must be well in excess of hundred and fifty sheep flying over that brown wooden fence in my imagination – heck, I’ve even tried switching the sheep up to all manner of flying objects, some of them shall we say it’s no surprise that it didn’t work to get me to sleep.

  Ever counted out a hundred flying dildos, well you can imagine the last thing I did was sleep after that.

  Fact is, when your body and mind does not want to go to sleep it won’t.

  End of.

  Well anyway, back to the point, here I was lying in bed totally unable to get to sleep. I was trying my best to not think about what had happened today, as I knew full well that would lead to me breaking one of the key rules that had been set for my new life. And I knew full well that my new boss would know if I had broken one of her rules.

  Unless of course I could manage to lie convincingly, really believe the lie and then project that truth on to her?

  I could sense it, it was pointless resisting.

  Thoughts from the day came back in to my head, flying around and driving me crazy.

  Who was I kidding, I couldn’t resist.

  My mind racing with thoughts of tiny panties, the frilly thongs, the high cut g-strings, the complete humiliation of wearing them, being put on display for Mistress and possibly her friends…

  Within moments of beginning to pump my cock, I had made a mess all over my stomach.

  I felt satisfied, but I knew I had broken a major rule.

  There was going to be more punishment coming my way, but if this was discovered then surely there would be even more. Still, it did at least help me get to sleep – although you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I fell asleep dreaming of what these punishments would entail, and naturally I got hard again and made a second mess.

  I really was living my sissy fantasy, there was no denying it, except now it was more than fantasy – it was my life!

  **

  I parked the car, turned the engine off and took a moment to think. Here I was, sitting in a supermarket carpark just like the hundreds of other consumers here ready to buy items for what could only be seen as a pretty normal big weekend shop.

  There was of course a difference, as amongst the regular groceries that I had been instructed to purchase, you know the standard roll call of baguette, cherry plum tomatoes, bag of fresh rocket salad, and block of cheese for a Saturday brunch situation, there was the small matter of the final item on the list, listed simply as: pretty pair of frilly knickers.

  Now, of course it could be the case that I was buying these for a wife or girlfriend and the embarrassment would only be minor if anyone saw me.

  However it was clear from the asterisk on the instructions that this would not be possible to pull off if I stuck to the rules. Now what this asterisk, an innocuous mark on the side of the listing of panties to purchase, stated was as follows:

  You will take this shopping list to the nearest shop worker and you will read the following out loud to that person:

  I am here to buy a pair of frilly, skimpy panties for myself upon the instruction of my boss.

  In order to meet her demands, the panties must leave little to the imagination, must be either red, pink, or a sufficiently lurid colour (you can surprise me on this one), and will have a high cut on the hips.

  If I do not meet my boss’ requirements I will be punished appropriately and will be forced to return to purchase another pair. If you feel I am required to try on pairs of panties to make sure they meet my boss’s requirements then so be it, that is fine. If you notice that I become aroused then you may also admonish me verbally and or punish me as appropriate. Please also write any notes you may feel are relevant on to this note and pass it back to my little pet so I can read it later and make any necessary punishments or even rewards.

  I had no idea how I would be able to go through with this. The thought of buying the panties at all, even with all my efforts going into keeping it a covert operation so to speak, was scary as it was but this was just simply terrifying.

  But, I could not deny that there was a certain frisson, an uneasy sense of excitement, that I was feeling at the prospect.

  I felt a stirring in my dick, the press of an emerging boner against my trousers – the humiliation of knowing that I had been sent out without anything underneath as punishment for messing my knickers earlier that day.

  What would happen in the store, and could I go through with this?

  I was about to find out…

  **

  I walked into the supermarket with my trolley. Just my luck, there was only one left and it was one of the ones that has that annoying thing where one of the wheels, typically the font ones, had been bent out of shape a little. What this meant was that the trolley was harder to manoeuvre and made a strange and not to mention loud clunking and thunking noise as I pushed it up and down the aisles in search of the food stuffs on my list.

  I took great care to buy a good quality baguette as I had been warned that anything less than perfectly fresh would not be deemed acceptable. I’d always been a fan of bread, a connoisseur if you will, and back when I was earning big bucks and bonuses in my previous job I would think nothing of visiting my local deli and splurging upwards of five pounds on the latest artisanal delight from the local micro bakery.

  These days I was shopping for someone else and so far had not been trusted with choosing my own shops, or rather, I was being sent here for reasons other than the number of seeds in a batch of freshly baked bread.

  I selected a baguette that I thought would pass muster so to speak and carefully placed it in the trolley.

  I purchased the remaining items on the list and knew it was time to proceed to the clothes department, and within that the women’s clothes, and within that again the lingerie and underwear section.

  As I pushed the trolley in that direction, wheels clanking and bumping, I caught the odd person looking at me – of course, I knew logically that it was the awkward and grating trolley sound that was drawing their attention but a wild paranoia also set in.

  Were they wondering where I was going?

  Was my embarrassment and incoming humiliation painted all over my face?

  The closer I got to the lingerie section, full as it was with all manner of female underwear from practical black thongs to lacy see through crisp white panties, I could feel my face redden and a trickle of sweat roll down my back.

  Could the other shoppers see this?

  Would I be exposed?

  The moment of truth was approaching, and to add humiliation on to humiliation, I could feel my dick harden and agitate against the front of my trousers.

  The purchase of my panties was completely humiliating.

  The woman knew that they were for me of course, and made a big point of asking a colleague whether the frilly multipack was on special. She made a great deal of holding the panties I had bought up to her face and searching for the price scan tag, just making sure the
everyone could see what it was that I was purchasing.

  After I had made the purchase she said that she hoped to be seeing me again soon, and maybe next time she would help me with the purchases and perhaps give me a fitting.

  I went bright red and couldn’t hold it in, my dick exploding in my trousers, my face flushing. She must have noticed a tell-tale sign because she burst out laughing.

  I turned away and walked as quickly as I could.

  See you again, she shouted.

  And the thing was, I knew full well that I would be back.

  **

  Waiting at the traffic lights it became clear that there was a problem with the traffic light itself. Somehow, and don’t ask me I’m terrible with technical stuff like this, the lane I was in, on the far right feeding into the turn, seemed to be stuck on red. Each other line took their turns in proceeding on to their designated destination while I and my fellow travellers were stuck.

  Normally I wouldn’t let something like this overly bother me, I’m kind of laissez-faire on this sort of thing because I figure life has a plan for us all and what’s a few minutes here or there in the greater scheme of things after all?

  But today was different, and my life was now not just about going with the flow. She would be expecting me back within a reasonable time with my purchases, receipts included to make sure I hadn’t pinched the panties to avoid embarrassment, so as to ensure she could eat a timely brunch.

  She had emphasised several times that her belief was that good time keeping was an essential part of my position as she wanted to know that she could trust me enough to gradually give me more responsibility and even some freedom, within limits of course.