Punished

by Tina Majors

  In the meantime, I thought it would be a good idea to take on board some liquid. I looked around the wood panelled foyer and walked over to the enormous water dispenser in the corner. I had never seen such a large water dispenser, it really took me aback.

  I mean, let me try and describe it to you.

  It must have been four feet tall, the glistening of ice cold water bouncing off it and around the well lit foyer.

  Why the need for such a large cooler though? I guess there certainly was a very high footfall at the club, so maybe it was a way of ensuring that there was always enough water for the day.

  So kind of an efficiency thing?

  Or, perhaps, it was a situation where a prestigious club felt like they had to maintain a bigger is better mantra?

  Rich and successful people always seem to like to be perceived as having the biggest and the best, and maybe the management of the complex thought that this desire included even the relatively mundane, even down to the humble – or not so humble in this case – water dispenser!

  Well, I guess I wasn’t going to quibble.

  Here was a large supply of ice cold water, and I was thirsty.

  I walked up to the large unit and poured myself a tall water, making use of the club branded ethically sourced recyclable water cups. Boy, it tasted quite superb. Now, I had always been on the sceptical side when it came to all these different kinds of bottled or distilled water. But recently I had become something of a convert and was now actively seeking out the best water and adapting my pallet and taking a fair bit of enjoyment out of a superior water.

  The converse was also unfortunately true.

  What I mean is that I could really taste a terrible water, and my taste-buds were so in tune now that it actually made me feel quite ill when I had a glass of H2O that wasn’t up to my new found standards.

  Maybe I should check myself a little, after all there are millions of people over the globe who struggle for water on a daily basis.

  However, I couldn’t, and can’t, deny that my mouth knows what it likes and equally what it doesn’t.

  Anyway, I finished my glass and instantly went for a re-load.

  I was thirsty and knew I might not have that much chance later to hydrate. I also knew it was hot outside and I may find myself working hard. Hell, most of this fluid intake would probably be released as sweat within an hour!

  **

  It was time for me to quit stalling and get myself ready. I had been warned that Maxwell was a complete stickler for time and would not tolerate lateness.

  In fact, he always insisted that his employees, and that is what I was categorised as now it would seem, arrived at least fifteen minutes before him wherever he went.

  I finished my water and walked into the changing room. I picked a private booth and got changed into my caddy uniform.

  Sorry. I mean my Sissy Caddy uniform.

  I am sure you can imagine, but this really was a proper sissy ensemble. To start with, and to comply with the stuffy old school rules, I had to wear a pair of pristine white panties, high cut on the hips to emphasise my femininity, with a small back – not a thong exactly, but a rear side that could easily ride up my sissy cheeks if I wasn’t careful, or of course if one of my superiors decided that they wanted this to be the case.

  Above that was a scandalously short plaid skirt in a kind of pink and yellow infused tartan pattern. On top I was required to wear a small sports bra, in black, underneath a crips white, and very tight, polo shirt.

  I looked like the perfect sissy assistant. I wondered how the other golfers and members of staff at the gold club would react to seeing me, although I had been briefed by Jennifer that there were a lot of slutty caddies, both women and sissies, who operated at this club, so seeing me wouldn’t be that out of the ordinary for them.

  Still, I could not help feel nervous.

  What if one of the other alpha members wanted to take a closer look at me, maybe lift up my skirt and have a grope all over my crotch, squeeze my cheeks, maybe take out their frustration at having played a poor round earlier? I would have to deal with that when it happened, and anyway, my priority was on impressing Maxwell, and by extension Sophia and Jennifer.

  Plus, I knew that Madame Annabelle would be returning from her business trip soon and would want to see exactly how well I was shaping up.

  **

  I walked onto the green and was a bit shocked to see that Jennifer and Sophia were already there. I quickly felt my shock turn to worry as I saw the disapproving looks on their faces.

  “I thought you understood the importance of today,” Jennifer stated, angrily but in control.

  “With Maxwell, we always make sure we double down and arrive a full half hour before him,” Sophia said.

  I apologised and then, as instructed, presented myself for inspection.

  As the two women came close to me and took a good look, lifting up my skirt, running their hands over my body, I couldn’t help but notice that they too were looking rather less dominant than usual.

  Sure, they still towered over me but their gold trousers were cropped, and very tight, revealing a pair of killer booties. Their tops too were tight, emphasising both their breasts and their tight, crunch-friendly, waists.

  Clearly there was a dynamic at play here that I hadn’t really witnessed before. I’m not saying that they were Maxwell’s bitches, far from it in fact, but it was clear that he was the number one – probably only second to Madame Annabelle, who it later turned out he had had business dealings with in the past.

  We waited for a few minutes, the two women delighting in pointing out to me what would happen if I made any mistakes in my caddy etiquette, plus enlightening me on one or two stories from what I could expect back in the clubhouse bar, the famous Nineteenth Hole, if things go a little drunk and disorderly later.

  “You won’t be the first sissy bitch to find yourself handling a ton of big hungry cocks in the corner booth!” Jennifer laughed.

  “Oh sissy, you’ll love it, Maxwell might even let you lick his ass if you beg him as loud as you can!” Sophia laughed, really enjoying the look of pure terror on my face.

  Soon enough, bang on time as expected, Maxwell arrived. He looked magnificent in his smart gold gear. It very much emphasised his large, athletic frame.

  But what about his bulge?

  Yes, all sissies really want to know about is a big strong alpha bulge when the man is wearing tight sports trousers. Well, you guessed it, it was huge. I almost began to drool right there and then.

  “Well, hello,” Maxwell said. “Let’s play!”

  What followed was actually a pretty relaxing couple of hours. I made sure I was on point with my caddy duties, and found that Maxwell more or less ignored me as he talked business in between shots. Things took a different turn however when I made the mistake of passing Maxwell the wrong club.

  “Bitch, what the hell is this?” He declared, angrily.

  I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn’t impressed and I felt terrified for what he might do. I tried to mumble an apology of some kind but just couldn’t get my words out.

  Jennifer stepped in.

  “Maxwell, I think what the sissy boi means is that he is sorry, and it wont happen again,” She said. “But…”

  “But,” Sophia continued, “Sissy should still be punished for her error! Allow us?”

  Maxwell nodded and I found myself being dragged by Sophia and Jennifer over towards the green and the gold cart. I was given a hard and fast spanking, stripped down to just the panties, and as my sissy ass was taking the spanks I felt Jennifer writing something in lipstick on my lower back.

  “I’ll leave you to wonder about what I’ve written, slut!” Jennifer roared.

  “How about we take him for a tour, Maxwell? See what kind of punishment some of the other members think he should get? Sophia added.

  “Sounds, good,” Maxwell said. “Load him up and let’s role.”

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nbsp; What happened next was truly the most humiliating experience of my life. Wearing only a hiked up into my ass thong, I was tied to the back of the golf kart and forced to ride it, totally exposed to anyone and everyone.

  As we stopped at each hole, I was roundly mocked, exposed, recorded, pinched, spanked – on my already red hot ass, and had my photo taken in the most humiliating and compromising of positions. Maxwell and the women seemed to be enjoying it, loving how at each new humiliation I clearly had to fight my fears and throw myself into it.

  “Sissy, this is actually pretty damn impressive!” Maxwell declared as he watched me pop and twerk my exposed ass on the eighteenth hole, surrounded by a group of middle aged men, all business leaders in the local area, and all more than comfortable with the sight of a feminized sissy boi exposing themselves for the pleasure of others.

  “Thank you, sir,” I replied, as I pumped and bounced my crotch onto the smooth and perfectly mowed grass.

  “Maxwell old boy,” One of the older men said, “I think your sissy is thirsty and probably hungry too, how about you feed him?”

  “Oh yeah,” Another man added, licking his lips, “Why don’t you whip out your big black monster for the slut? I could do with a show!”

  With that, Maxwell smiled and walked over towards me, accompanied by both Jennifer and Sophia. The women picked me up and put me on my knees. They crouched next to me and held me in place – not that there was any danger of me running for it, I guess they just wanted to make sure – as Maxwell strode over and stood centimetres away from my face.

  He slowly unzipped his trousers and loosened the belt.

  Then after some rearranging, he flopped out his cock.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  It was bigger than I could have imagined, even after having given him a lap dance at the store I wasn’t anticipating this enormous monster.

  I quivered as it bounced around in front of my face, already on the way to getting fully erect.

  “You like it,” Jennifer said, “Tell me what you want to do now.”

  “I want to touch it,” I stammered.

  “Yes, and what else?” Sophia added, herself stroking the stiffening black monster.

  “I want to help it get hard, I want to kiss it,” I said, nervously, but with a sense of unstoppable excitement at this point.

  This was the confirmation they needed. Sophia gripped the cock with her fist and turned it towards me. Jennifer gently, but firmly, moved my head in towards it. I could smell it, almost taste it. I puckered my lips and pressed them against the giant, bulbous dick head.

  As soon as I did that I knew the truth.

  I was a cock hungry sissy.

  I always had been, and I always would be.

  I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I soon began to take control, kissing, licking, moving my mouth deeper onto it, working the meat, much to the pleasure of Jennifer and Sophia, Maxwell, not to mention the crowd who had moved in closer.

  “That’s it, slut, that’s it, do your job,” Maxwell said.

  It was long before he had his hands at the back of my head, working me back and forth, bringing himself close to the edge. Even as a new cock sucker, my natural sissy beta DNA told me that my bull was ready to burst.

  Then, just at the right moment, he pulled his dick out and let it gush hot manly cum all over my face.

  Instinctively I opened my mouth and let it all fly in.

  Maxwell waved his hose like cock around, covering my face, rubbing and pushing it onto my cheeks to drain it fully.

  I felt like such a slut, a pure sissy bitch there to take cock and do as she was told. It felt glorious.

  “Now, I’ll meet you back at the club house, slut,” Maxwell said. “Don’t be late, and you’d better be ready for more entertainment.”

  Maxwell left, along with the other men. On the green , covered in a bull’s alpha semen, I felt incredible. Sophia and Jennifer complemented me on my work, and proceeded to make me eat them out until they came, both sitting on my face and working my tongue.

  Once they had finished, they told me that they would be reporting back to Annabelle, and I could expect a reward for completing this part of my task.

  “Now, you do know that now you have done this you have sent a signal,” Jennifer said. “You are now a cock hungry sissy slut, but are you ready to be a cumdump sissy beta bitch?”

  “Yes, white boi,” Sophia added. “Big black alphas want to work a sissy pussy too, not just their mouth. You’ve had enough dildo training now, but are you ready to take the final step?”

  I didn’t even hesitate now, I knew, the taste of Maxwell’s cum in my mouth, the juice of their pussies all over my face, exactly what I was becoming.

  “Yes, yes mistresses,” I said, “I am ready to present my ass for cock, ready to get filled up by any man you choose, ready to be used as a bimbo cum deposit.”

  The two women laughed, but it was affectionate too. They were happy to have been a part of my training, happy to have taken me on this journey so far. As a reward, they took their panties off, and my thong, and stuffed them in the golf hole.

  “Go on sissy,” Jennifer said, “Get on the floor and pump your sissy clitty in there until you make your little sissy cummies. You’ve earned it!”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got down, and pumped. It was only a few strokes before I could feel the cum erupting out of my stupid little sissy cocklet.

  As I lay there, spent, my mind wandered to the evening ahead and the undoubted levels of sissy debauchery I would be subjected to. This journey was nowhere near being complete, and if anything – it was only going to get more exciting!

  SISSY EXPOSED!

  Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  Now before we hit that filthy, humiliating, frenzy of panty punishment, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…

  As I was running, I suddenly had to bring myself to a sudden stop as none other than Sara, this time with another woman, stepped out of the trees and blocked me, both standing with their hands on their impressive yoga pant clad legs.

  “Hello my sissy, did you get my text?” Sara said.

  Of course, she had been watching me.

  The experience hadn’t been a concussion induced fantasy, which deep down I always knew to be the case. Instinctively, I got down on my knees and lowered my head to show humility.

  “Yes, Yogi Sara, I got your text,” I said.

  “Wow, I’m impressed,” Sara said. “Seems like our little encounter has left a lasting impression on you my little slut. But how rude of me, I haven’t introduced you to my trainee. Would you like to meet her?”

  “Yes Yogi Sara, I would be honoured,” I replied.

  “This, sissy, is Yogi Tiffany,” Sara said. “I am training her in the ways of yoga, and the ways of female superiority of men, especially sissy betas like you. She will be taking a full part in today’s session, is that understood?”

  “Yes, of course Yogi Sara,” I said. “Anything to please you would be my honour.”

  I really couldn’t believe how subservient I was being, how little resistance I was providing. After all, I had had only one experience with Sara, and here she was with another yogi, presumably ready to put me through another raft of humiliation and degradation.

  First though, a little about Tiffany.

  She was younger than Sara, probably in her early twenties. She had dark hair, olive skin, and was a fuller figure than Sara, and a little shorter. She was quite frankly incredible and her wicked grin displayed a youthful enthusiasm, albeit it made me feel nervous for what could happen when the yogis outnumbered me two to one.

  Sara and Tiffany walked into a small cleared area of woodland, and I followed behind them on all fours.

  I looked up at their bottoms, both full and toned with that
special jiggle that was always guaranteed to set my pulse racing, and get my sissy cock rock hard.

  These two women were the definition of femininity, but a powerful and strong kind that was easily more than a match for a beta male like me.

  “We’re going to start as we mean to go along, slut,” Sara declared. “Get over here, now!”

  SISSY EXPOSED!

  Feminization, CFNM Humiliation, SPH, and More…

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  I put on my brand new running shoes.

  I had got really into running over the course of the last few months. Despite always being more of a contact sports fan, a damned unshakeable injury had put an end to that particular passion so I was left in a position where it was either give up being in shape altogether or find something that didn’t involve regularly jarring my shoulder and lower back at a level of blunt force trauma that would shake an individual all the way back to their long lost ancestors.

  Hey, I think that might even be a line from one of the Rocky movies, I’m not quite sure.

  It does sound familiar.

  Anyway, as I say, I needed to change up my sporting activity or I’d end up totally out of shape. And who cares if I’m using metaphors from an all time classic movie franchise to describe the situation, if it fits what I’m talking about then that sure is good enough for me.

  My new running shoes, or runners as we call them in the world of running, were a lovely pair of light fitting, minimalist specialist shoes that set me back a not insignificant one hundred and twenty pounds, which actually represented a brilliant deal because I bought them on sale – their actual recommended retail price was one hundred and seventy.