Punished

by Tina Majors

  I knew I had no choice but to follow her instructions.

  I nodded in the affirmative and said Yes, Mrs Williams, I am ready to do as I am told.

  “You are a panty pervert,” She said.

  “I am a panty pervert,” I replied as I pumped my erection into her hand.

  “Your cock is a useless joke,” She said.

  “My cock is a useless joke,” I replied.

  “You are a born sissy wimp,” She said.

  “I am a born sissy wimp,” I replied, still pumping, but now feeling close to making a mess.

  “You deserve to be humiliated and punished,” She said, squeezing my hard cock.

  “I deserve to be humiliated and punished,” I replied, shooting a massive spurt of semen onto the grass lawn, pumping my body vigorously to make sure it all came out.

  Mrs Williams began laughing but continued to squeeze and jerk my cock dry. She then threw me to the floor, my face landing right in the mess I had created.

  “Well, that took even less than I expected,” She said. “You really are a pathetic excuse for a man aren’t you? Answer me!”

  “Yes, I am a pathetic excuse for a man, Mrs Williams,” I said.

  “Now, eat all that cum up and get on with your work,” Se replied. “I’m going out for the afternoon so you can let yourself out when you are done, and don’t think for a second about putting any clothes on, you’ll be working either naked or pantied in my house!”

  After watching me eat up all of the cum from the grass, Mrs Williams did indeed leave and I was left to finish the work for the day.

  It was hard going, and I was mentally exhausted from what had just happened.

  I also felt the humiliation of working naked, too ashamed to look around to see whether any prying eyes were looking down on me from the neighbouring houses.

  I knew that this wouldn’t be the last humiliation I would face in the hands of Mrs Williams.

  A thought that both scared and turned me on in equal measure.

  **

  As I cycled back to my apartment I found myself struggling to maintain my usual excellent form.

  This bicycle that had served me so well was seemingly now a wobbling, unsteady pile of total garbage.

  Maybe it is true what they say, a bad workman blames his tools.

  Or maybe it should be a spanked sissy struggles to cycle?

  It really was likely it was the fact that I was completely shaken up by the events I had experienced, so much so that even the basic act of mounting and riding a bicycle, something I had been able to do to no little proficiency since childhood, was now proving to be a huge struggle.

  Nothing was going right, I was over breaking and then I was under-breaking.

  I was turning too hard to get round a corner or I was not turning hard enough to get round the next corner. Absolute disaster and the last thing I needed in this time, given everything.

  I decided that such was the risk to my own safety, and that of others too in all honesty – both cyclists and pedestrians and even other drivers, I had no option but to dismount and push my bike the remainder of the way.

  Sure, it wasn’t the longest distance in the world but the whole point of a bike is that it takes you where you need to go in a fast and efficient manner that could never be compared to the drudgery of walking to that same location, especially if you are in a town and panoramic mountain ranges aren’t being served up to you as the standard view.

  Well, I gripped on the brakes and dismounted.

  I was trying to not get too annoyed about the whole thing, and succeeded probably because my mind was still spinning about the events I had experienced.

  I was still in shock, this much was quite clear.

  I looked up at the sky and saw an aeroplane heading off to some hot sunny destination no doubt (or even a snow retreat, still good though, I mused) and then to a small cluster of clouds.

  I wondered briefly what type of cloud they would be classified as but then realised I didn’t really care and forgot about it instantly.

  Such is life.

  As I began pushing my bike I took a moment to actually try and make the most of the annoying situation that saw me not cycling and getting back home in quick speed but rather more ponderously.

  I still felt a bit dizzy to tell you the total truth so I made sure to walk slowly and keep both hands on the handle bar of my bike.

  I stopped and did up one of my laces when it became clear that it was loose and just about to totally untie itself at any moment; sometimes in life it’s possible to predict the future and make the necessary adjustments, although I am not for one single moment trying to pass myself off as some kind of latter day Nostradamus, but you get what I mean, I hope.

  As I kneeled down to make right on my lace I felt a strange passing feeling that my experience from earlier wasn’t quite over for the day.

  Well, I soon put that thought out of my head and put it down to exhaustion and continued on my journey.

  I stopped and bought a coffee from an outdoor vendor, you know the kind of super trendy mobile bean roaster that seems to be getting popular? Sadly, the actual taste of the coffee beans was undermined by packaging that set out to be visually arresting but should in actual fact have landed the graphic designer responsible in jail on a custodial sentence for crimes against aesthetic design.

  Additionally, I can’t really say it was a particularly nice or interesting coffee anyway, rather on the bland side and lacking any kind of interesting kick or nuance.

  Well, they do say that empty vessels make the most noise and all that.

  I finished my coffee and placed the disgustingly badly designed cup in a nearby recycling bin.

  I was half expecting the bin to somehow gain sentience and violently reject the cup.

  Maybe I was placing too much emphasis on this cup and its terrible design?

  Maybe I was projecting and trying to distract my mind from what I knew it actually wanted to think about?

  Well it doesn’t take Sassoon or Freud to work out the answer to those questions does it.

  And I knew it.

  I had walked for a few minutes now pushing my bike and it felt like a lifetime.

  Oh well, I was nearly home, I thought.

  Why is it whenever you need to push your bike suddenly the pavement is full of the most annoying people imaginable? Yes, it’s true isn’t it, you know the kinds of people you can expect full well to see as you push your bike with its flat tire.

  Old couple walking at approximately one mile per hour? Check.

  Group of surly teenagers walking so slowly they’re about to start travelling backwards through time, and doing all this while walking four wide across the entire pavement? Check.

  Daydreaming man (probably a poet or some such toss-cock) just standing in the pavement looking up at the sky or the architecture of the bog standard Victorian terrace? Check.

  Well, all of the above happened to suddenly start crossing my path as I pushed my bicycle home in this instance. I couldn’t believe my luck, what an absolute joke.

  There was no other option, I had to cross the road.

  Just as I was crossing the road adjacent to the road that was opposite my road, so in other words, the road before the road that would take me home, I noticed a small clue as to what was maybe to come.

  I saw a familiar looking car make the turn that I was about to take.

  I couldn’t quite place where I had seen the car before, and probably I hadn’t and it was my mind playing tricks on me, but something about it jogged something in my head.

  What an odd day, all of these strange moments almost certainly happening because of my earlier experience which I am sure you will agree would be enough to send anyone’s head into a spin.

  Anyway, more about this familiar car. It was a large black car with tinted windows. I think it was a Mercedes Benz, and it looked like a top end one with tinted windows and alloy wheels that would put the finest Hollywood limo
usine to shame.

  Thing is, plenty of cars like this in this area, I knew that I saw them all the time so almost certainly this was just another.

  Damn, what a daft thought to get in my head that I knew or recognised this automobile, I thought, angry with myself for being so susceptible to this kind of illusion.

  I continued pushing my bike and crossed the road, and then continued down the next road.

  As it turns out, I didn’t actually mind pushing the bike as much as I imagined I would but when all is said and done I cannot say that I would like to do it all of the time either.

  Bikes are for cycling, that’s kind of one of those truths that can’t be escaped.

  We live in a world where everyone has an excuse, everyone has their own version of the truth that if you say a single word against they will accuse you of triggering them or hurting their feelings. But I am sorry (actually not sorry at all, but there you go, turn of phrase and all that), some truths are wedged in absolute concrete and are not open for interpretation. And this was resolutely one of them.

  Bicycles are meant for cycling, the clue is in the name for God’s sake and I don’t give a single spinning coin about what anyone else tries to theorise or write a think piece on, a bike is a bike is a bike is a bike ad infinitum.

  Rant over!

  Anyway, I got closer yet to my front door and, exhausted, looked forward to hitting the shower and getting some rest. Nothing could prepare me for what happened next.

  **

  I locked my bike on the railings at the front of the property and entered through the front door and walked into my ground floor apartment. Just as I was about to shut the door behind me I felt a presence, or should that be presences, standing behind me.

  I turned around and it was Yogi Sara, Elizabeth, my incredibly dominant neighbour, and she had brought with her Mrs Williams! I nearly passed out on the spot.

  “Well, aren’t you going to invite us in boy?” Elizabeth said, a wicked grin on her face.

  “Yes, we need to have a word with you,” Mrs Williams added, a strong hint of menace in her voice.

  “Now slut!” Yogi Sara demanded.

  And with that, the three powerful, tall, beautiful women pushed past me and walked into my living room.

  For a moment I hesitated at the door, unsure what to do.

  Then my training under Elizabeth kicked in and I dropped to the floor and crawled over to her feet and waited for them to address me.

  “Good, better late than never,” Elizabeth said. “You see Mrs Williams, this is what is achievable after a few hard sessions of humiliation. But one question sissy, why are you still in your clothes?”

  Elizabeth suddenly seemed angry and I felt her pick me up by my belt loops before throwing me away from her.

  I landed on my back and quickly began to take my clothes off without hesitation.

  I had already had one hard spanking today, I didn’t want another.

  Then I remembered, I was still wearing the red thong from earlier. And I hadn’t asked permission to wear it!

  I paused for a second.

  “Don’t bother, slut,” Sara said. “Mrs Williams has already filled me in on your sissy knickers. Now I know you are a sissy and this is what sissies wear, but you know full bloody well that you are to text me for permission every single time you put on women’s panties. Don’t you? Answer me!”

  “Y-y-y-yes, Yogi Sara”, I said. “I’m sorry, I forgot this once, please…”

  “Oh shut up,” She replied. “Shut up and get across our laps.”

  Elizabeth and Mrs Williams took a seat next to Sara on my large Habitat sofa and beckoned me across their strong laps. Each one of them was wearing what could be described as smart but casual floral print trousers. As I lay myself across their laps I could feel my dick, still inside the thong, press and rub across their strong legs.

  It sent a shiver down my spine and a surge of powerful excitement.

  I had never been spanked by three women at once and was equally nervous and turned on at what would sure to be a painful and humiliating experience.

  “Is it normal for him to get his little will so hard before a spanking?” Mrs Williams asked.

  It was as if I wasn’t even there.

  “Yes,” Elizabeth replied. “Although by the time we really get his sissy bottom warmed up you’ll find it shrinks back down to a totally pathetic size, even less impressive than it is when it’s stiff!”

  “Oh dear, what a pathetic specimen of manhood,” Mrs Williams laughed.

  “Now, let’s get started,” Sara said. “We’ll rotate the spanks as and when we need a rest, making sure to get full coverage of course.”

  The spanking became painful very quickly.

  Six hands were certainly more potent than two.

  I began to squirm but found myself held down at the shoulders by Mrs Williams and my legs hooked under Elizabeth’s right leg. The more they spanked, the more the seemed to enjoy it, laughing and mocking me as I began to plead for mercy.

  “Poor little sissy!” Sara said. “Such a pathetic beta sight!”

  “Please!” I begged, in pain and completely humiliated.

  “Shut up wimp,” Elizabeth said. “You’re lucky we don’t get an alpha male to come and help us out. But maybe you’d like that?”

  Mrs Williams then forced two fingers into my mouth and told me to suck on them.

  “Yes, that’s it,” She said, pushing her fingers in and out. “Pretend that you’re sucking on a big alpha bull’s monster cock. Ooooh, show us what a wimpy little sissy like you love to do.”

  “Do it, work that dick!” Sara implored.

  Elizabeth laughed approvingly and stopped spanking to watch me give head to Mrs Williams’ fingers.

  “Well, this is certainly entertaining and very revealing,” Elizabeth said.

  They rolled me off their laps and commanded me to get into a forward facing squat position. Even though my bottom was red hot from the spanking, the sucking had stimulated my dick back into action and I felt a surge of complete humiliation as it began to twitch and point upwards, totally exposed in front of the women who had total control over me.

  “Well, well, well,” Mrs Williams said. “Now how do you deal with this, Elizabeth? Sara? We had a situation earlier this morning where I had to let him pump his mess onto my lawn. Was that the right action?”

  “It was a generous action,” Elizabeth said. “Sissy, express your gratitude to Mrs Williams now so that I can hear how grateful you are for her allowing you to release your stupid wimpy maggot juice.”

  I knew I had to make a good job of this unless I wanted to be back over their laps, or worse. I normally found that with Elizabeth if I made an honest and full attempt she would look on me kindly. Not exactly with respect, but she would commend my commitment to her at least. With Sara, I often found I got ridiculed mercilessly no matter what I said or did!

  “Yes, of course, Mistress,” I said.

  “Mrs Williams,” I continued. “Thank you sincerely for allowing a subordinate, lowly sissy gardener like me the opportunity to hump and pump my worthless cummies onto your floor. It felt incredible to be in contact with your hand, even to stand so close to your magnificence was a privilege that I am ever so grateful for. I am here to serve you of course, to be your entertainment, so I await your orders.”

  “Why thank you, boy,” Mrs Williams said.

  Mrs Williams walked over to me and crouched down in front of me and looked at my bouncing cock, fully turned on by the recollection of the events from earlier today. She blew on my dickhead and laughed as it twitched and rocked. She then spat on it and laughed, pulling my nipples with her fingers and gently twisting them when they were fully stretched in her direction.

  I could feel myself getting more and more turned on, this absolute queen of a woman teasing me with her firm touch.

  I couldn’t believe how sensual it all was, to the point where I let out a little moan of pleasure. />
  With that, Mrs Williams let go and stood up.

  She looked at Elizabeth and Sara.

  “Well, it seems you enjoy being handled like a woman,” Elizabeth said. “Very feminine I must say. Well I’ve got just the thing. Boy, clear some space on the floor.”

  I quickly brought myself out of my moment of pleasure and cleared a space in front of the sofa.

  Elizabeth picked up her bag and pulled out a large black dildo with a suction cup at the bottom. She crouched down and planted it on the wooden floor. I could see where this was going and knew it was pointless trying to resist this.

  But it was so big!

  It was one of those realistic dildos that has the veins pumping out at the sides.

  I suddenly felt a rush of nerves.

  “Look, my fellow Goddesses,” Mrs Williams said. “I think our little beta slut is scared of the man sized cock.

  “Well, compared to his own worm, can you blame him?” Sara replied, laughing.

  “Scared or turned on?” Mrs Williams said, more of a statement than a question.

  Elizabeth gave me a tub of Vaseline and told me to get down and lube the dildo up as much as I could. As I was doing it I found myself without thinking giving the dick a handjob. I felt like a total sissy slut but carried on doing it anyway, much to the hilarity of my superiors.

  “My oh my, you really are showing me something new today,” Elizabeth said. “We’ll give this some more thought later and see what we should do with you going forwards, but for now… Get on that cock!”

  Suddenly, Elizabeth and Sara picked me up under each arm and held me above the dildo. Elizabeth manoeuvred herself into a position where she held me under both arms, freeing up Sara.

  “Oooooh,” I said, letting out another moan as Mrs Williams moved to the side and gave my little cocklet a slap. She then reached around and I felt her spread my ass cheeks wide open.

  “Ready,” Mrs Williams said.

  “Ready or not, time to ride that cock!” Elizabeth said.

  Sara was holding her phone, recording, moving around, capturing every moment of the act.

  Elizabeth slowly eased me down onto the bulbous head.