From Humiliation Comes Hope Part 2

From Humiliation Comes Hope Part 2
By Mickie

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Part 2: From Hope to Tears

Ms. Karens broke me from my reverie, "Mickie don't you smell lovely," Kate giggling in the background.

I knew I must be missing something but gave a perfunctory, "Thank you."

From her back seat Kate asked, "Ms. Karens you don't mind that Mickie used your lavender soap and lotion when he was cleaning up after the research do you?"

Ms. Karens chuckles, "No I don't Kate. I have tons at home. I think it smells better on him than on me."

They both laughed. I sniff my arm and realize I smelled like flowers, lavender flowers I guess. I found myself turning a little red and worried about running into someone I might know at the store. I would definitely need a shower tonight.

Luckily Ms. Karens drove to the neighboring town's slightly smaller Wal-Mart, she said she knows the manager.

Inside, Ms. Karens and Kate start walking towards the men's underwear department. I am forced to correct them and say because of my size I usually can still get the extra large in the boys department. Kate giggles.

Ms. Karens just quietly announces, "Well that makes sense."

There aren't many bikini style underwear to chose and even fewer in extra large. Why can't anything go easy. Kate grabs little boy underwear and suggests maybe I could get more like I have. She picks up a pack with Elmo on them.

I offer a firm, "No."

Ms. Karens seem to think for a minute and even takes the pack and holds up one pair. Then she pronounces, "No Kate I think Mickie is right these will really cut of blood flow in his legs and when they are washed they will shrink even more."

Ms Karens lead us to the changing room. I am surprised by the direction. When I ask, Ms. Karens says this Wal-Mart only has one set of changing rooms for every one in the middle of the store.

Ms. Karens runs into her friend, Ms Betty and explains what we are doing as we walk to the changing area. Great someone else has to be involved in my underwear hunt. Well maybe she will know about stock in the back of the store and can make our trip quicker.

Ms. Betty unlocks a door for me and even opens the package of three for me. She notes normally you don't try these on but for science the store will make an exception as she gives me a wink.

Ms. Karens asks me to pass my current underwear over the door while I try on the new ones so that they will take them and see if they can find anything with a similar cut. I pass them over and try on the first pair. I hear Ms. Karens on the other side of the door asking how they fit.

They are too high cut as they cover part of the test circles. I am surprised that the door opens before I can answer. I am about to yell at my sister. When Ms. Karens is standing there, I am too shocked to speak. I am also a little relieved she is alone. She kneels in front of me to get a better look. She even tries to adjust them on me. She shifts them around and even tries to fold them down. I wish she could at least shut the door. I try to give a little protest and suggest I can do this myself when Ms. Karens gives me a bit of a shocked look herself as she stands up.

"Well Mickie I was just trying to be helpful. These obviously aren't going to work. Still I think you should try on the other pack in case they might be cut different. I will leave you alone and go help Kate and Ms. Betty in the Men's department hopefully we can find an extra small."

"Thank you Ms. Karens, and um I am sorry," not wanting to offend to offend her.

"It is OK young man, I understand wanting to do for yourself but lets watch our tone from on," she corrects me.

"Yes Ma'am," I add.

"That a good boy, I will be right back," Ms. Karens smiles as she closes the door. It is then that I realize there is no lock on the door you just need the key to open from the outside and they must have left the key in the door. I try to hurry up before anyone comes back. The other pair fit the same. I take them off in despair.

Just then Kate swings open the door and quickly shuts it behind her.

"You are never going to guess what I found for you, Mickie," She pronounces.

I am about to tell her to get out but it just seems too late so I just ask, "Couldn't you just pass them over the door for me to try?"

She smiles and holds them up, "I need to explain them first."

She is holding up a pair of pale yellow girl's bikini underwear. I am shocked and just shaking my head no, thinking no way in hell.

"Before you protest too much, just look at how close they match up." she holds up my pale blue underwear. They are a near match.

"No way, I can wear those. I mean what are you trying to do turn me into a girl? First you wash me in perfume soap and now you bring me this underwear." I yell in a bit of a whisper to my sister. I don't want people to even hear the idea of me wearing girl's underwear or wondering why my sister was washing me in the first place.

"Look here Mickie. I don't care how you dress, you will never be a girl. Besides it wasn't my idea to use the lavender soap on you. It was Stacey's. She thinks you make such a cute little sissy," my sister retorts, "Those are her exact words. 'Cute Little Sissy.' I know she will love if you are wearing these tomorrow when she checks your circles." Kate adds with a sarcastic smile.

Her words are too much for me I yell at her, "Shut up you stupid bitch, you don't know what you are talking about. Now get the hell out of here now! "

The door swings open and there is standing Ms. Karens and Ms Betty.

"Mickie! What has gotten into you? I am so disappoint in you child," says Ms. Karens as she grabs my arm and sits on the bench in the changing room. Then she pulls my bottomless self over her lap. I am shocked not only by her actions but also by her strength.

Ms. Betty adds to Ms. Karens, "If I had one I would give you my belt to use. He sure sounds like he could use a good one."

WHAP! The first strike reddens my bottom.

I don't remember the last time I was spanked but I am even more shocked at how it stung. As the hits continue, I first just tear and then just out and out cry. The whole time this is happening, Ms. Karens and Ms. Betty are having a discussion about how horrible my language was. I think Stacey showed them what she had found and how I just over reacted because they came from the girls department even though they look like a prefect fit. She even notes that she has worn clothes from the boys department and doesn't understand what the big deal is?

Finally Ms. Karens stops. I think because her hand was tried. I was crying and didn't hear half of what they were saying but I know Ms. Betty left to pay for something and Stacey went off too. I stayed over Ms. Karens lap as she rubbed my back to help me calm me down. Naked with my shirt around my arm pits I lay with the door held open anyone coming by would surely know my plight with my very red bottom this thought only made me want to cry more. Still her back rub felt nice and I slowly collected myself.

When I stopped cry and was just whimpering, Ms. Karens asked me if I was OK to standup. I gave a pathetic nod and muttered a "Yes ma'am."

Ms Karens helped me up as Stacey returned and handed Ms. Karens some toilet paper which she used to dry my tears and whip my nose.

"Now Mickie first things first...what do you have to say to your sister?"

"I am sorry."

"And what you do have to say to me?"

"I am sorry, Ms Karens."

"I don't ever want to hear language like that coming out of your mouth again. Do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good! Now Kate will you put that pair in your hands on Mickie. And I don't want to hear another word of protest from you young man. Or should I say little boy with the way you have been acting."

I comply as Kate pulls up a pair of pale pink girl's underwear. Despite everything I am shocked that they are not at least yellow.

I meekly ask, "Can't I get a different color? Maybe white?"

Kate responds, "I thought you might ask me about that and I never got a chance to show you before why I didn't grab you white." She holds up a white pair that has a lacy ruffle on them. "Would you rather have these?" She asks.

"No, but maybe not pink?" I sheepishly suggest.

Kate continues in an I told you so tone, "No Mickie those are not pink. These are pink," as she holds up a bright electric pink pair.

"I have been only thinking of you, Mickie, as I picked out the plainest ones I could. I didn't get you flowers, I didn't get you ones with saying on them, or ruffles. I got you, simple light color ones. And still you had such nasty things to say to me. This whole science project is your responsibility and I have just been trying to help you do a good job," Kate scolds me.

"I am so sorry Kate. Thank you for helping. I guess I am just over reacting, it had been a long day. I really am sorry."

Ms. Karens, "And well you should be sorry Mickie. I am really disappointed in you. I don't know if you have the maturity to see this project through on your own. You are lucky you have such a mature sister in Kate here. And I think Stacey will be able to keep you strait at school. Otherwise I would be on the phone to Ms. Chomsky telling her not to waste her time and money on you."

I hadn't thought about the fact that Ms. Chomsky had actually invested money in me but I guess she had with this underwear and all.

Ms. Betty came back with a bag and a receipt for Ms. Karens. Ms. Karens hands the bag to me to hold. "Here these are yours, not that you deserve them."

Ms. Karens makes me apologize and thank Ms. Betty.

"You are welcome Mickie. And not that you deserve the compliment but you look darling in those little panties," Ms Betty adds to my chagrin.

Ms. Karens in only too happy to pull my shirt up and show how they fit perfectly so as to not interfere with my test circles. It was then that she realizes that we are running late. Ms Karens takes my hand and gives my shoes and pants to Kate and we rush off.I ask about putting my pants on when Ms. Karens says we are late because of me and that I can have them back when she and Kate decide that I have earned them.

We headed out of the store with me in my shirt which only covered half of my new pink panties and my socks. Kate takes my other hand to pull me along. I don't resist.

When we get to the car, I am made to sit in the back and Kate sits up front this time. I don't really mind I want to be alone in my misery. Kate is very chatty up front with Ms Karens they talk about everything but eventually she adds something about my behavior throughout the day. I am shocked by the spins she put on things. She tells Ms. Karens that Stacey told her that I wasn't prefect for Dr. Tina. Dr. Tina had to slap my bottom once and even to slap my hands to keep me from playing with myself. I am turning red in the back seat but know better than to say anything.

She tells Ms. Karens that I gave Stacey a hard time too at one point but that Stacey was able to give me a stern talking to and that in the end I was calling them Ms. Stacey and Ms. Kate.

Ms Karens seemed to drink all of this in and all she says said in responses is, "Well maybe there is still some hope for him yet. I will have to talk with your mom about what we need to do to turn him around."

I had always had such a great relationship with Ms. Karens. I was fuming in the back seat. My sister's lies were turning Ms. Karens against me.

I was hoping Ms. Karens would just drop us off but I learned from listening that she was staying to have pizza with us for dinner and obviously planned to have a long talk with my mom. I was dreading my mom hearing all of this. I would rather wear girl's underwear forever than have my mom be so disappointed in me. I was trying to be so grownup to help her out.

When we got to my house I was allowed to take my clothes and my new underwear and go to my room without more of a lecture. I didn't even see my mom.

I collapsed on my bed in tears I fell asleep.

I woke up with a start, my mom's voice calmed me "It's OK baby, It is just me. I want to check your bottom and make sure you are OK."

I laid there while my mother pulled the back of my pink panties down. She then got up and turned the light on. It was starting to get dark outside.

"You have had full day haven't you Mickie?" my mom asked as she put some sort of cream on my butt.

"I am sorry Mom. I know you must be pretty mad at me."

"I am rather disappointed and surprised by all of this."

She finished and pulled them backup and motioned me to get up and face her which I did.

I must have looked pathetic to her because she just hugged me tight and my eyes tear to be safe in her arms.

Pulling away I wiped away my tears and see my mother smiling at me.

"You know I love you Mickie. I love you know matter what."

"I love you too mom."

"Mickie I don't know all of what happened today but you must understand that things are going to be a little different around here."

"But why mom? I mean I know I messed up today but really I will be better."

"Well for starters, you volunteered to be in this research. And as I understand it, you are going to need some help just to live up to your commitments. I mean I know this is giving you a chance to prove yourself to Ms. Chomsky and we all know she hates freshman. But you have taken on a lot. Do even know how to care for these patches on your stomach?"

"No"

"I have been told they need to be photographed, even over the weekend which you aren't going to be able to do yourself."

"No I guess I can't do that myself."

"It sounds like you are going to be depending on Kate to make this whole thing work."

"Can't you help me?"

"Mickie I don't even know what to do and I have to work some weekends. The way I understand it you agreed to have Kate take on these roles. You even allowed her to help run tests on you today. You have given your sister some responsibility over you and frankly I am going to give her a little more."

I interrupt, "Aw mom.'

"Don't aw mom me, Mickie. You started this and your actions today prove you can't really handle other responsibilities. And at the same time you are lucky enough that your sister is showing herself so capable. I don't know what we would do without her"

"So what are saying, am I going to have to start taking orders from her?"

"No not exactly but you are going to need to listen to her and let her check your circles. She is also going to over see your toileting."

"What!?"

"I heard how poorly you have been cleaning your bottom. I mean I sort of already knew. I do your laundry but I thought you were smart enough to go clean to a doctor's apt. And now everyday is a doctor's appointment with this study you are doing. And so for now your sister will be over seeing your baths and your toileting. You just can't be going to school with shit in your pants everyday. Surely even you see that," she explains.

I listened quietly what could do? I couldn't deign it. Inside though I was fuming. This was all my sister's doing. I would show her. But for now I just needed to accept my fate and make things right as soon as I could. At least that was the desperate illogical piece of hope I was clinging to. I would get revenge on my sister and then turn everything back to normal.

"You may think this is all unfair Mickie but honestly you haven't given me much choice. I am actually wondering if you don't want it to be this way. The way you have been acting and choices you have made, you have left all of us no choice. It is actually not fair to your sister. She shouldn't have to make sure you wipe your butt. You shouldn't need her to help you pick out underwear for you. And you certainly shouldn't need Ms. Karens to correct you using such language." She continues her lecture.

Her voices then soften a little as she stroked my face, "You made this crib my little baby and now you are going to have lie in it."More strongly she finishes, "Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am. I understand. I will do better, I promise."

"I sure hope so...now come get some pizza and then I think it is time you had a bath."

"Can I put some pants on first?"

"No Mickie, I think you are fine just as you are for now. Maybe it will help make a point to you about your place around here from now on."

Kate is washing dishes when I go into the kitchen. My mom seems glad that she is down stairs and wants us all to sit and talk and lay down some ground rules. I am anything but happy to see her. I don't know why but it is still embarrassing to be in just my panties with her around. My mom starts by saying that when she is not home Kate will be in charge. That I need to listen and do what Kate says as if she were my mother. She also says that even when she is home that Kate is in charge of my bathroom visits, my baths and even my clothes.

"What? This is crazy and not fair." I start.

My mother cuts me off, "Stop it Mickie, but you are right this is not fair, to your sister! She shouldn't have to take on these responsibilities. You shouldn't need this much help and I shouldn't need her to depend on her to do what is my responsibility but I need to work and so she is doing us both a favor. Let me assure you if I had to be doing this to you, you would not be happy and your bottom would be red everyday until you learned to take better care of yourself. Your sister is kinder to you in this than I think I would be. And you know what Mickie that just brings some things to mind. I think it is only fitting that Kate will now be getting your allowance and you will be getting the smaller amount she used to get."

I role my eyes, I can't believe this is all happening.

"Don't you sass me little man. You brought this on yourself and finally since your sister has to take on all this extra work around here you need to start helping her by doing more of the chores around here that she used to do. She can pick what she wants you to do to help her out since she is helping you."

I am not used to my mother yelling at me but still I find myself more angry than corrected. My sister gets the bigger allowance and now I get to do her chores for her. I am sure she will start expecting me to do them all.

I sit and finish my pizza in quiet. My sister goes off to do something I hear water in the bathroom. My mom leaves the kitchen but tells me to finish the dishes in the sink with my own and to come find her when I am done. Great the dishes used to be my sister responsibility.

I am starting the dish washer when my mom returns and informs me that my sister has run my bath. I start to follow her when she reminds me to take out the trash. Great it is trash day. I suggest I get pants when mom just gives me a tired looked and says, "Just do it and be quick."

Frustrated and angry, I run the garbage to the curb. I see no one but who knows what anyone else might have seen from their windows.

When I get to the bathroom Kate is waiting. My mother is behind me and tells Kate she wants to us all to learn what needs to be done so that she can help sometimes and so Mickie here can learn to be helpful. The bath is not very full. Kate explains that a bath will be easier to avoid getting soap detergents on the circle areas. She explains that they don't want the areas affected my other unknown chemicals which will affect the results. It also explains why the water level is so low. She describes how I will have to bend over to rinse and have the soap and water from my upper body run down and off of me from head and arms. My lower body can be washed while I stand up. And she has special mild soap to use on the circle area along with special cases to apply more formula to each area when she is done. The top of each formula has a bunch of points on the inside lid. My mother asks the question I am worried and thinking about.

Kate answers, "No I am going stick Mickie with these points like needles but that I am just giving a little scratch with them." She continues that is doesn't hurt much. Easy for her to say she wasn't the one getting scratched. I guess it couldn't hurt too much I slept through it last time.

All this is running through my head again when I am once again made to strip naked in front of my sister. She has me sit in the tub and dumps water over my head. She soaps up my hair and then my upper body. I suggested that I could do this myself.

My mother says that maybe another time but this time she wants to watch my sister and learn. She also points out that there really is no way I can bend over and put my hands on the bottom of the tub and dump water over myself. Great so I am stuck putting butt up in the air while my sister rinses me with water. All this just to avoid soaping getting in the circles, it was lot of trouble.

As I stand up my mom comes closes and gives a big sniff, "That is a nice lavender scent."

I snap I am so angry. I start yell at my sister. I can't even remember exactly what I said but I know it included quite a few of those sort of words that got Ms. Karens to redden my bottom. I know I accuse my sister of lying to everyone and of trying to make me into a sissy.

My mother cut me off not with words but simply by grabbing me by the arm and pulling me into her bedroom. She shoves me on the bed and grabs a brush from her dresser. She sits downs and begins to drag me over her lap. I am collected myself enough at this point to start apologizing. But my mother is furious and wants none of it.

The slap of the brush on my bottom does sting like Ms. Karens, it flat out hurts like a bruise from a fist punching me. I immediately break into tears this time and cry about how unfair this all is and how it isn't my fault but that it is all Kate's fault. Eventually the pain overcomes my ability to speak and I just cry. My mother stops. I am crying with deep breaths, the pain rising as my whole backside seems to give off its own heat.

"I didn't believe it but Ms. Karens is right you have lost you way and I see now that I am going to need to be much more firm with you." My mother ponders aloud.

I murmur, "It is not my fault."

My mother only response is a cold command, "Kate bring that belt over here."

My eyes widen and I try to get up but my mother is stronger than me and easily holds me down.

I try to apologize.

"Oh you will be sorry," she says as Kate offers my mother the belt.

"No I don't want it. I want you to sit here and I am going to teach you to use it."

At that point my sister sits down and my mother stands up and places me on my sister's lap. Is she so strong or am I just so weak and light?

I mother then show my sister how to hold the belt and swing it.

I try to stop this by apologizing profusely but my mother simple wont have it.

"You will be sorry Mickie and you need to learn to start respecting and appreciating your sister. I happen to know for a fact that Ms. Karens left the lavender soap here for you as a peace offering because you had used it this afternoon. She thought you liked it. Kate had nothing to do with it. She thought as I thought you would be happily surprised. Ms. Karens gave it to you as a gift and it was good enough to use on yourself , so it is good enough for Kate to use on you. Not that you deserve it but out of respect to Ms. Karens. you had better make her a nice thank card for it too.

With that my mother had my sister spank me with the belt. I can't you if my sister was a natural with a belt or if she was awkward and will need more practice but I can tell you that after Ms. Karens hand spanking and my mother using the brush my ass was Kate made my ass feel like it was on fire. At first I could help but kick my feet the pain was so intense. My mother is stronger than me though and held me down as Kate continued to with the strap. After about the fifth strike I didn't fight any or kick my legs, I just flinched after each hit as I sobbed. It hurt too much to even kick my legs. I don't think I got more than 12 to fifteen spanks with the belt but they were enough. I lay exhausted sobbing over my sister's legs.

My mother left to get the phone. Kate ran her hands through my hair and rubbed my back.

"There, there my little brother you are OK now. Just do as I say and you won't have to this done too often. Do you hear me Mickie?"

I nod my head and say, "yeah."

Kate gives my very tender bottom a slight squeeze, "Mickie that is not how to answer me, try again please."

I quickly respond, "Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am.'

"Much better little brother," Kate pats my back.

Mom comes back and is not very happy. She just got off the phone and they are calling her back into work. We need the money and she has to go but first she demands assurances from me and Kate that we will behave and handle ourselves.

I am allowed to get up off my sisters lap. I move very gingerly for my sore bottom. Kate promises mom she can handle everything and assures her that she can keep me in line and not to worry.

My mother makes me promise to listen to my sister and to not to do anything to urn another spanking and that my sister will be the one to deliver it with the belt if I do follow-up by more from my mom when she gets home. I promise my mother and tell her I am sorry. She tells me to go finish my bath with my sister as a sign of good faith, while she gets ready for work.

I follow Kate to the bathroom. Kate helps me into the tub as I have trouble lifting my legs because of the pain Kate suggest I stand as it might hurt too much to sit just yet. I follow her every command. The lavender scent soap filling the bathroom and penetrating my every pore. My sister for the second time of the day sticks her finger up my but. This time she does it while promising me that I will stay clean back there if she has to beat the shit out of me. She proclaims her little brother might be a sissy but with will be a clean sissy.

I wanted to argue and say I was not a sissy but I was afraid of angering her and I was begin to doubt it, maybe I was more of a sissy than I wanted to admit. My skin actually felt nice and I remembered enjoy having a finger up there earlier today. My sister took longer than I think she needed to with my penis. She wasn't stopping I think until she had me good and hard and actually dripping wet. I started to be afraid she was going to make me cum again but she stopped.

Before I knew it I was laying on my stomach on my bed while my sister spreads lotion all over my body. It felt great but I knew it must be lavender scented and was dreading what that would mean tomorrow.

Mom came in the bed room to tell us good bye. She left us numbers and said Ms. Karens was a quick phone call away if Kate needed her. She warned be though that I had better not give Kate a reason to call. She kissed us both good bye. She told Kate not to lotion my bottom but to have me put ice on it for the bruises. I expressed fear of being scared. My mother thought that was funny for some reason but she did reassure me that I would be fine in a couple of days if I didn't need another spanking before then. The threat hung in the air as she left. Kate made me lay out in the living room so she could watch her teeny bopper shows. I thought they were pretty stupid but it was easier for her to put ice one me. I read for school until it was time for bed.

The ice really seemed to help. I could walk without pain now but I still couldn't sit down with ease.

Kate announced that I could just sleep naked as why should I dirty clothes and they would probably only hurt my bottom. I didn't protest.

Kate watched me in the bathroom as I got ready for bed. Thankfully I didn't need to poop. She did suggest that when my bottom was better that it might be better for me to sit even to pee. It was odd to have her watch me and even talk to me while did this and then brush my teeth, my little penis swishing around in front of me. Kate laughs at it and wondered, how could I live with such a little annoying worm between my legs. I was so defeated I didn't care very much.

Kate helped me on my bed and turned off the light. She actually kiss my forehead and told me, "Good Night little brother."

"Good night.," I responded. I almost said Ms. Kate but caught myself which sort of scared me.

Kate left the door open. I had trouble sleeping. I guess I had slept too much during the day. I couldn't help but think back over the day. Much of it I wanted to forget, which left me coming back to memories of Stacey. Thanks to my sister I had lingering doubts about how much Stacey liked me or in what way she liked but I had no doubt about the fact that I liked her. My stiff member under me was a reminder. And no one could take away the fact that she had kissed me. My first kiss. Her touch too, it was different than Dr. Tina or Ms Chomsky. I can't believe Ms. Chomsky had adjusted my privates today. Stacey touch lingered. Even Kate's touch was rough but Stacey was special. I heard my sister finish up in the bathroom and turn off the hall light. Yes her door closed.

I got up and closed my door quietly and locked it. While making my way back to bed, I massaging myself and my mind fills with images of Stacey. Laying there I stroke myself remembering Stacey's lips on my forehead and then her lips on my lips and lastly on my penis totally in her mouth. I was getting close.

My door slams open and in walks Kate. She flicks on the overhead light.

"Stacey said you would try and jerk off tonight. I didn't think so. She had already jerked you off once today isn't that enough? And haven't you been through in enough today not to just go to sleep?" Kate asks.

Kate caught me with my hand on my dick I was lying on my side when she burst in. I quickly I turned on my stomach. I lamely attempted to pretend I was asleep.

But Kate pulled be back onto my side: my wet sticky hand, my raging wet hard on, the wet spot on sheet all betrayed me.

"Well did you finish she asked?"

"If you must know, no I didn't get that far."

"Watch your tone little brother and you should consider yourself lucky. I would have beat your ass if you had cum already."

I improved my tone out of respect but I still tried to hold some ground, "Mom didn't give you permission over my jerking off."

"No she didn't but maybe I should call and ask her? What do think she would say about me finding you like this after everything that happen today?"

I was silent I certainly didn't want that call.

Kate continued, "Listen here little brother my authority over you comes more than just from Mom. Don't you remember the tape Ms. Chomsky gave to me. I am sure that would make a great splash on the internet. Or maybe just the fact that you are wearing girls underwear, wouldn't everyone love to know about that. Oh how about the fact that it is my job to wipe your ass because you can't seem to keep it clean. I got so much dirt on you, you should be ready to wear a dress to school if I tell you."

"You would like that won't you." I respond forgetting myself for a moment.

"Little brother you don't get it do you? I don't care what you wear. You want to be boy? Fine. You want be some sort of a sissy girlie boy? That is fine with me too. What I want, what I demand from you is respect. You do as I say, you jump when I say and we will get along fine. I give the orders, you follow. I give you permission than you can do something and if I don't give you permission you don't it. Starting right now with this little guy between your legs." She grabs my still hard member and continues, "You won't jerk off without my permission. You won't touch this without first asking me. You got?" She squeezes me to make her point.

"Yes ma'am. I got it."

Kate lets go and walks out. She comes back a moment later with an extention cord. She commands me to lie on my back and she ties my wrists from behind my back, the cord in between is long enough that my hands can rest at my sides but I can't reach around front. She then informs me that she made a promise to Stacey to not let me jerk off without her. She didn't think she could trust me to not touch myself so this is her insurance. She also notes that she is sure if I really try or need to I could get them off but then she would know and she would assume I have jerk off and I would regret it or at least my ass would regret it.

I plead with Kate to let me go, I promise I won't touch myself. I promise I will save myself for Stacey.

Kate laughs, "I think you might actually try to save yourself for Stacey but I am still not trusting you little brother."

Kate sits beside me quietly for a moment. I don't know what to say so I just lay there helpless.

Finally Kate begins in a kinder tone, "Listen Mickie, I know I am not your favorite person right now but I am your sister, I do love and plan to look after you. I wouldn't care if your ass was clean if you weren't my brother. So I am going to tell you some stuff to make tomorrow a little easier for you, you may not like what I have to say but I think it is better you hear from me before you go off and embarrass yourself tomorrow. Stacey has a boyfriend already. Do you somebody named Doug Longs?"

"Yeah I think he is the football captain or something like that. I know I have heard his name before."

Kate corrects me, "No not the football captain, what a nerd you are. He is just a big time jock at the school. He is a star on the wrestling team. Well anyway Stacey is going out with him and I don't want you getting yourself pummeled because you go and make goggling eyes at Stacey tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Not really," I start. "I mean I get it, don't mess with Stacey or I will get pounded. I just don't understand. I thought Stacey liked me. She must be afraid to leave him," I ponder out loud to myself as much as to answer Kate.

Kate honestly admits she does know what Stacey is thinking but she does know she likes Doug because she said she did. It crushed my spirit to hear this and so Kate had pity on me and let me in on one last secret to think about as I sleep. She said Stacey had some sort of thing for sissies in general for me in particular because I was a virgin. Kate has promised Stacey not to do anything new with me because Stacey has this fantasy of wanting to be part of all my firsts, my sexual first. She knew she was my first kiss and my first jerk off. She wanted to there for all my first. Tomorrow she was trying line up a way to have an experience of a blow job and had promised to video it for my sister. I was a little taken back. I mean how many more first could there be and what would Doug do if he found out. Kate left me with my thoughts to get some sleep. I actually thanked her and she made me promise not to tell Stacey.

The thought of it all excited me and wondering about what tomorrow would bring. It also left me very hard and frustrated as I lay there unable to reach and relieve myself. I pulled my wrists and almost touch myself but just couldn't reach as the cord now cut into my wrists. The pain in my bottom was replaced with thoughts of Stacey that caused such an ache in my loins, I was whimpering with tears of frustration. At some point, sleep saved me from more tears.