Part 10.
After all her guests had gone home Linda turned to look at Tom.
He was still wearing the degrading pink bonnet and kneeling naked
on the carpet. His face was wet from tears and nearly as red as his
burning ass. There was a stack of wet diapers in a heap on the
kitchen floor and the living room was a total mess. He had been
thoroughly humiliated all day at her hands and the hands of her
friends and she decided a little more gloating before she called it
a night was in order.
"Before I go home tonight I just want to let you know that I
think it was real shitty of you to embarrass me the way you did a
couple of weeks ago. You don't know it but you made me cry! I'll
bet if you knew you were going to wind up being a slave in a couple
of weeks that you'd have treated me a lot better. So, how does it
feel being my slave? I don't feel one bit sorry for you, Mr. Hyde.
You're getting just what you deserve and I'm just glad that I can
be one of the people who are doing it to you."
"This must be real embarrassing for you, huh? Being stripped and
spanked in front of my girlfriends and jerking off and wearing baby
clothes and stuff? I'm glad that it embarrasses you, because I
think we should keep you like this for the rest of your life!"
"Well, I gotta go now, but I just wanted you to know that I'm
getting even with you and that I'm gonna do even worse stuff to you
next week."
With that, Linda got up to leave. She hesitated, then turned and
walked right up beside Tom. Kneeling as he was on his hands and
knees, his ass was still a perfect target. She reached way back and
with a terrific swing gave him a very hard slap on his sensitive
ass, causing him to jump and yell "Owwww!".
"I'll see you next Saturday, Mr. Hyde. And so will my friends...
and maybe even YOUR friends! Hahahaha! G'nite!"
Even after she closed the door behind her Tom continued kneeling
there staring at the floor. Very slowly he let himself collapse
onto the rug with his face buried in his arms and he cried. He
sobbed for about 10 minutes until, in complete exhaustion, he fell
asleep.
He awoke about midnight and managed to stumble into his bedroom.
He still had the bonnet on his head and as he got into bed he
noticed it and untied it and threw it onto the floor in the corner
of his room. Both of his sheets were missing but he drew the
blanket up under his chin and went back to sleep. He slept
fitfully, tortured by erotic nightmares, until he awoke the next
morning a little after 9:00.
Tom showered and ate some breakfast. Per Linda's orders the
previous night he washed all of the diapers and gathered up the
bottles and toys and such and put them in the playpen which he
wheeled into the spare bedroom, where it would be available the
following week...
He spent the day at home, scared to go outside, and equally
scared to stay inside. A couple of times he saw Linda come outside
and he feared that she might come over and visit with him, but she
seemed to honor his day off. He watched as she talked to the two
girls who had witnessed his humiliation the previous day. They
seemed to be laughing and enjoying themselves and eventually Linda
patted them on their backs and went back inside, apparently
satisfied that all was well.
Tom watched a little TV that night and went to bed early, this
time with new sheets. It was his first normal day in nearly a week
but he panicked when he thought of the morning and the beginning of
a new week and his upcoming ordeals. If only he could find a way
out of this trap, but it was utterly hopeless.
In the morning he woke early but he dawdled over breakfast. He
delayed going to work for as long as possible, but eventually the
time came when he had to leave. Carol, Marie and Louise were all at
their desks when he arrived.
"How was your Saturday, Tom?" Marie chided. Tom blushed and sat
at his desk. As he reached into his drawer to get a pencil he found
one of the photographs of him taken on Saturday, on his back in the
playpen. He winced when he saw the degrading baby bonnet on his
head. His knees were lifted up and spread wide and he was
masturbating with one hand and holding a nippled bottle with the
other. His asshole was completely visible beneath his shaved crotch
and a young hand could be seen holding onto one of his feet.
"Looks like Linda had a pretty good time. I can't wait till it's
my turn" she giggled mischievously. Louise didn't know what was
going on but she suspected that the two younger women had been with
Tom over the weekend.
Most of the day was as normal as could be expected. Mrs. Peterson
arrrived at 9:00 and went out to visit a client just before lunch.
Tom's nervousness caused him to make a couple of errors and Louise
took the opportunity to pull him by the ear into Mrs. Peterson's
office. She stripped and spanked him, this time in full view of the
younger women. She made him crawl around the office naked on his
hands and knees for a half hour while they answered phones and
conducted business. He was petrified that someone might come in and
see him that way, but after 30 minutes he was allowed to kneel in
front of Louise and apologize for his mistakes, and then get
dressed and back to his desk.
Mrs. Peterson came back around 2:30 and once again got a nod of
approval from Louise that all had gone well in her absence. At 5:00
Tommy got up to leave for home.
"Say hello to Mrs. Whitford, Tommy!" Marie laughed as he walked
out the door and down the stairs to his car.
Mrs. Whitford was sitting in her usual spot on her front porch as
he pulled into the driveway. He paused and looked at her
expectantly for a moment but when she made no movement to
acknowledge him he went inside his house. 
A couple of minutes later the telephone rang. Hesitantly he
picked it up and said 'hello'.
He heard Mrs. Whitford's cackling voice at the other end:
"You remember what night this is, don't you Mr. Hyde? Take a
shower and scrub yourself squeaky clean. And I mean EVERYWHERE. I
want you over here with your tools in half an hour, sharp!"
After the phone clicked Tommy rushed about, taking his tools out
of the closet in the spare bedroom while getting undressed. He
showered quickly but thoroughly. He didn't want to give Mrs.
Whitford any more of an excuse to be angry with him so he soaped
his ass and crotch up several times and thoroughly dried himself
before slipping on a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt. He walked
outside and across the lawn to Mrs. Whitford's house. She was gone
from the porch so he knocked on the door.
She opened it and told him to come inside and put his toolbox on
the floor by the closet.
"Beverly gave me one of them pictures that Linda took of you on
Saturday. My my! Looks like those girls sure had some fun with
you!"
"I'm not gonna do any of that stuff. I'm too old for that
nonsense and besides, I got a lotta chores 'round here needs be
taken care of. Stand right there and strip off all your clothes,
boy. Everything! Hurry Up!"
Although Tom was expecting this command, he still blushed at the
thought of standing in Mrs. Whitford's hallway completely nude
while she watched him. Her blue eyes smiled in her sharp, thin face
as she stood there and appraised his smallish form. 
"Not a whole lot of meat there, but I guess you'll do."
She read off a list of chores she wanted done, including simple
little things like tightening up the loose screws in the handles of
her cabinet drawers and putting some oil on the slider of her patio
door. She also had him get a ladder and replace some light bulbs in
the ceiling while she stood at the base of it and let her eyes, and
her hands, run up and down his thighs and buttocks.
When he finished these she gave him a bucket with some soapy
water and a sponge and told him to scrub her kitchen floor on his
hands and knees. She sat at the kitchen table, smoking cigarettes
and admiring his ass as he moved around the floor. 
His next chore was cleaning the bathroom and she took the liberty
of slapping his ass whenever she saw a spot he missed or felt he
was slowing down. When he finally finished that chore she handed
him a pair of old cloth gardening gloves and told him she wanted
him outside in the backyard weeding her garden. When he paused a
moment, staring out at the sunlit yard, she walked up and gave him
two hard slaps on his ass and warned him:
"Don't disobey me boy or I'll tell Beverly and you know what
that'll mean! Nobody's gonna see you out there 'cept me, unless of
course someone comes wanderin' into the yard, but that's not very
likely. Get out there, now!"
Tom opened the sliding glass door and walked out into the
brightly lit yard, feeling more naked than he did in the house.
For the next hour Mrs. Whitford sat in a lawn chair and watched
Tom bending over her begonias and marigolds. She made him stand
with his legs apart and knees only sightly bent and bend from the
waist while he worked. She liked the way his ass jiggled as he
tugged at the weeds and eventually a soft sheen of sweat built up
on his skin. She let him sit down on the grass cross-legged during
a five minute break while she reminded him about last week when he
called her an old witch for cutting down one of his bushes. She
told him that if she ever heard him talk that disrespectfully to a
woman again she'd haul him out into the street and spank his bare
ass to tears for the amusement of all his neighbors.
At around 9:00 she told him he could go home for the night. She
handed him his clothes in a ball and told him to tuck them under
his arm and jump the fence to go home. Next week she wanted him to
come over the same way, naked. He could leave his tools at her
house.
When Tom let himself in through his back door he showered and
then climbed sorely into bed. This had been a hard week so far, and
it was only Monday!
The next morning Tom got into work a little early and was sitting
at his desk when Carol and Marie walked in together. Marie seemed
all excited. Although Carol's night was not until tomorrow, Marie
had been coaching the younger girl and told her she wanted a full
report of her first night with Tommy. She reminded her that even
though she might have had a little crush on Tom before all this,
that was all in the past. Tom was their slave now, and that's all
he'd ever be, from now on. He was to be used for her own enjoyment
without any regard for his own feelings, and he was to be punished,
severely and quickly, for any mistakes, in order to train him
properly for his life's role serving women.
Tom sat at his desk listening as Marie told this all to Carol
without any apparent regard for his presence. Tonight was Marie's
night and he already knew she was going to be a real bitch.
Louise walked in about ten minutes later and Mrs. Peterson
arrived a little earlier than normal. She said she was going to
have to leave at noontime and would be out for the rest of the
week. Tom felt his heart sink as he noticed the little smile on
Louise's face and saw Marie wink slyly at her.
After Mrs. Peterson left at noontime, the three women just sat
there and glanced at each other for a couple of minutes. It seemed
they all knew what was on each other's minds, but nobody seemed
willing to say anything. Finally Marie started giggling and when
Carol joined her Louise simply said "Oh, shit. Why pretend? We all
know what's gonna happen. Let's just do it..."
She didn't even bother dragging Tommy into Mrs. Peterson's
office. She made him strip down naked right there in front of all
of them. When he stood there naked she made him spread his legs so
they could get a really close look at his shaved crotch. She then
bent him over Carol's desk and used a ruler to wail his ass till he
was hopping from foot to foot and pleading for her to stop. 
The phones were ringing but the women were too busy to answer
them. By the time Tom's hairless ass was a bright red, he was
dancing a little jig and twisting away from each slap of the ruler.
Louise finally stopped but left him bent over the desk, sniffling.
"What should we do with this bad little boy we have here?" she
mockingly asked the other women. "Do you think he's been properly
punished yet?"
"No! No!" Marie and Carol both answered, laughing.
Louise pushed all of the papers aside and made Tom climb right up
and kneel on all fours on top of Carol's desk. She positioned him
so he was facing outward with his ass pointed directly back at the
young blonde, who sat there somewhat startled. A few slaps on his
thighs with the ruler got him to spread his legs wide as he
crouched there, his erection pointing straight out just an inch or
so above Carol's desk. She told Tommy to keep his head down on the
desk, between his two hands and handed Carol the ruler.
"Every time he moves a muscle, hit him hard with this."
"But what if someone comes in?" Carol asked, somewhat shakily.
"Marie is sitting right by the door, she can see if anybody's
coming up the stairs. Tom can hide underneath your desk until they
leave. As long as Marie keeps her eyes peeled there shouldn't be a
problem."
For the next 20 minutes or so Tom knelt there while Carol talked
on the phone and conducted business. Every once in awhile when Tom
would shift his weight a little to take the stress off his knees
Carol would give him a sharp slap or two with the ruler.
"Stop fidgeting Mr. Hyde!" she warned him. But she would also
reach out and cup his dangling balls, weighing them in her small
hand, or lightly brush a piece of paper along the crack of his ass
just to see him jump and to watch his stiff cock bob up and down,
bouncing against her desktop.
Once, Marie called out that two people were coming up the stairs
and Tom started to panic and get down but she only laughed and said
that she "must have been mistaken, sorry!"
Carol seemed to be having difficulty talking on the phone and
getting her work done so Louise eventually made Tom get down and
crawl right in front of the door and kneel there with his ass
pointed back towards the office. Louise told him to reach back
between his legs with his right hand and to stroke himself while he
knelt there.
"I want you hard as long as you're there. If I look down and see
you soft, or if you cum, I swear I'll call downstairs and invite
the girls from Dr. Sorenson's office up here to see you. I'm sure
they'd get a good laugh out of this. If you don't believe me, you
just try me!"
Tom reached back between his legs and grabbed hold of his cock.
It was already hard and sticking out straight but he began very
lightly stroking it to make sure it stayed that way. He had to be
careful to stop occasionally in order not to cum, but he managed to
keep himself stiff for the next half hour or so while the women got
back to work. His teeth were chattering and his hips wiggled a
little in small circles as he kept himself near the edge, terrified
of cumming, but nevertheless feeling a perverse desire to keep
himself as close to the edge as possible. The thought of the women
in Doctor Sorenson's office seeing him humiliated like this both
terrified him and at the same time made the base of his penis throb
in a perverse manner, as he imagined them staring down at him this
way and laughing. Finally, Louise let him put his clothes back on
and get back to work, but she warned him not to make any more
mistakes.
As the time approached 5:00 Marie seemed to get more and more
anxious. She had invited a couple of her friends over for a few
drinks and a few laughs and she could barely wait for the evening
to begin. When it was finally time to go home she told Tom not to
bother going home first but to follow her home in his car.
He followed her to a small house close to the center of town.
They parked on the street, opened a chain link fence and walked
through the short front yard onto the porch and into the house. It
was moderately but tastefully furnished, with a TV and a stereo in
the living room, a very small den with a couple of chairs and an
aquarium on a stand, and a good size eat-in kitchen. She shared the
place with her roommate, Donna, who she said should be home
shortly.
Not wasting any time, Marie sat down on the sofa in the living
room, crossed her legs sexily, and smiled at Tommy.
"So, what do you think of the place, Tom?"
"It's v-very nice." Tom replied, looking around nervously.
"Why don't you take your shoes and socks off, and remove your
pants while you're at it."
Tom sat down on a chair and slowly untied his shoes and removed
them. Then he pulled his socks off and placed them in the shoes and
tucked them behind the chair. Marie watched him, smiling, as she
sat there bouncing one shapely stockinged leg on her knee and bit
at the end of one of her fingernails.
When Tom stood up and undid his belt buckle she leaned forward in
her chair, her eyes shining, biting a little at her lower lip. She
made no attempt to hurry him along, preferring instead to enjoy his
discomfort as he lowered his pants to the floor, then stepped out
of them. He wasn't allowed to wear underpants anymore so when he
kicked his pants aside he stood there staring down at the floor,
looking silly in just his shirt and tie.
She made him stand there in her living room and play with himself
until he got hard, then told him to turn around and bend over and
rub his ass for her. As he was doing this there was a sound on the
porch and the front door opened. A young woman in her mid-twenties,
wearing a short black skirt and a blazer walked into the house
carrying a bag of groceries. When she saw Tom and what he was doing
she gasped and then giggled:
"You're early! This must be Tom, I presume? I recognize him from
that tape we watched last week."
Donna put the bag of groceries down on a table and Marie made Tom
walk over to her, shake her hand and introduce himself to her. She
was really pretty! Only about 5 foot 1, with light blonde hair and
a really cute figure. He blushed as he saw her eyes staring down at
his bare legs and stiff penis hanging just below the bottom of his
white shirt and striped tie.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. Why don't you take your tie off and make
yourself comfortable?"
Tom glanced at Marie who nodded at him and said:
"You're to do anything that Donna or anyone else in this house
tells you to do. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Marie." He answered, looking down.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you! I want to make sure you
understand what I just said. In this house you're our slave. You're
to do whatever we say, immediately and without question. If we have
guests over you are to obey them instantly too. Do you understand
that Tommy?"
"Y-yes, Marie."
"And don't call me Marie in here. You're to address me as M'am.
The same goes for Donna. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes... M'am".
"That's better, now take off your shirt and tie. I'm sure Donna
would like to get a better look at your body. Let her play with you
if she wants to. When she's through with you I want you to take a
shower and shave. When you've finished that go into the bedroom. I
have a few things laid out for you. We'll be having some company
over tonight and I want you to look nice for them."
"Y-yes, M'am" Tommy replied as he began removing his tie, then
unbuttoned and removed his shirt to stand completely naked before
the two young women.
"Oh! I love how you shaved him! It's so cute!"
"That wasn't me. That was that young girl, Linda, that I told you
about. Remember the one in the movie? Beverly sent me a couple of
pictures that Linda and her friends took on Saturday. I just got
them today. Look what those girls did to him!"
Donna put her hand over her mouth and gasped as she saw the
pictures that Marie showed her. She kept glancing back and forth
from the pictures to Tom, shaking her head and snorting. 
"Looks like we've got a long way to go to beat that! But we'll
sure have fun trying!"
Marie picked up the bag of groceries from the table and carried
them into the kitchen while Donna made Tom put his hands on his
head and slowly turn around in front of her. She told him to stop
when his back was towards her and she then used both of her hands
to slap and then grab onto his two asscheeks. She held them tightly
and squeezed the yielding flesh between her fingers while she
moaned, happily. She then gave him a playful slap on the rump and
told him where the shower was.
Tom turned on the water and got into the shower. As he was
soaping himself up Marie walked into the bathroom and slid back the
curtain. She was completely nude and, to Tom's surprise, she
stepped into the tub next to him and closed the curtain.
After all those months of sneaking peaks at her and Carol in the
office he was dumbfounded to see her stark naked and in the shower
with him! She took the soap and lathered up a facecloth. She
scrubbed Tom's back with it and then used her soapy hand to clean
between his legs from behind. She could feel his dick sticking out
and up like a pole as she rubbed her soapy hands on his ass and
balls. Tommy was shivering. When she handed him the washcloth and
soap and turned her back to him he just stood there for a moment,
looking at her naked form; her dark wet hair on her shoulders and
the curve of her waist and ass.
"Well, are you going to soap me up or are you just going to stare
at me?" she teased.
Tom soaped up the washcloth and began rubbing her shoulders and
back. Slowly he worked his way down to the small of her back and,
holding his breath, he hesitantly rubbed at her luscious round ass.
"Mmmmm" she cooed. "That feels so nice. I'm gonna like having you
around here every Tuesday!"
Marie turned around and let him soap up her breasts and stomach.
She took the cloth back from him and scrubbed his chest, then told
him to turn around and lean his hands against the shower wall while
she scrubbed his ass hard. They both rinsed off and stepped out of
the shower. Marie handed him a towel then took another and began
patting herself dry. Just then Donna walked in with a towel wrapped
around her tiny nude body. When she let the towel drop to the floor
and prepared to step into the shower Tom couldn't help but let a
small moan escape as his eyes feasted on her gorgeous body. She
looked back a little startled and giggled "Why, thank you!" then
stepped into the tub and closed the curtain.
Marie and Tom patted themselves dry as they walked out of the
bathroom and into Marie's bedroom. In spite of all the previous
day's humiliations, Tom felt on top of the world. That euphoria was
short lived as he stopped dead in his tracks and looked with horror
at what was laid out on the bed. Surely not for him! Please God,
those couldn't be for him to wear!
Marie saw him staring at the bed with his jaw hanging and said
"Those are your clothes for tonight, Tommy. Aren't they great? I'll
help you get into them!"
"Oh please, Marie. Please don't do this to me! Don't make me wear
those things... especially if there are other people coming over!
Please!" He was begging her pitifully as he gazed in horror at the
garter belt and nylon stockings! There was also a little white
maid's cap... and nothing more!
"P-l-e-a-s-e!" he whined, his shoulders shaking.
Marie looked at him with a mischievous little gleam in her eyes
and told him that he was going to be wearing those clothes tonight
and that was final!
She grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the end of the
bed. She sat him down, picked up one of the stockings and slowly
began working it over his right foot and up his leg. It stopped at
about mid-thigh. Tommy sobbed silently as Marie repeated the
process with the other stocking. She then made him stand up and
step into the lacy black garter belt. She worked it up to his waist
and then snapped the garters onto the tops of the stockings.
Tommy could see himself in the dresser mirror and he was shamed
beyond belief to see what they looked like on him. Marie, on the
other hand, was delighted with the effect and smiled broadly.
She picked up the hair dryer and spent a few minutes drying and
then combing his brown hair, then picked up the starched white
maid's cap and fastened it onto his head with two bobby pins. She
then grabbed a large pair of high heeled shoes that Tom hadn't
noticed before and steadied him as she slipped one onto each foot.
Surprisingly they were the right size, though a little narrow, and
Tom wobbled a bit as he tried getting used to the balance.
By then Donna had finished her shower and joined them, with just
a small towel around her lithe form.
"Oh, he looks terrific!" she beamed. Even the shoes look like the
right size! I can't wait for the others to get here. They'll go
nuts!"
"He does look good, doesn't he? But I've still got one little
chore to do. Looks like a little stubble has begun growing back on
his crotch and I want him completely smooth down there."
She got a couple of razor blades and made Tommy lie back on the
bed. Still wearing the high heels she made him pull his knees back
and wide apart while the two women bent over him and carefully
shaved the stubble from his crotch. They pulled his cheeks apart
and got down into the gully around his anus until he was smooth as
a baby's bottom. Donna couldn't resist slapping his upturned ass a
couple of times as he lay in this vulnerable position and Marie
laughed and told her there'd be plenty of time for that later on.
They let Tommy get back up and Marie straightened his little
white maid's cap. Both women touched and admired how smooth his
crotch now was. Marie gave him a pat on his ass and told him to
come into the kitchen so he could begin getting things ready for
tonight while she and Donna finished dressing.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later both women were dressed,
Marie in a pair of designer jeans and Donna in shorts. This was to
be a casual affair, just a couple of friends stopping over for a
few drinks and some chatter. Marie had told them about Tommy and
they were anxious to come over and see him, but she lied to Tommy
and told him that he was supposed to be a big surprise to the other
women! Tom gulped when he heard that and blushed, just as Marie
expected he would. After that she explained Tommy's duties to him
and outlined the proper behavior that she was going to expect from
him. Tommy's ears reddened as he listened to her. This was so
degrading! He didn't say a word but looked at her pleadingly. Marie
and Donna both had to laugh as they saw his sad blue eyes, silently
begging them as he sat there dressed so shamefully, waiting for her
guests to arrive.
About 6:30 the doorbell rang. Tommy was still in the kitchen and
he was grateful when Donna went to answer the door. He was afraid
they would send him. Donna opened the door and Tommy heard the
sounds of two new voices in the other room as Donna welcomed her
friends inside. There was a bit of giggling and then Donna called
out to Marie: "Jessica and Kathy are here! You want to show them
our surprise?"
Tommy panicked and was nearly rebellious. He was biting his lower
lip and tears started to form in the corner of his eyes as he
quietly pleaded with Marie once again to please not do this to him.
From the other room the three women could hear the turmoil going on
in the kitchen:
"I told you to get in there and say hello to my friends! Now get
moving!"
"P-p-l-e-a-s-e, don't let them see me dressed like this. Please!!
I'd rather go in with NOTHING on than wearing these things! Please
Marie... Please!"
"That's the second time you've used my name in this house. Didn't
I tell you that you're supposed to refer to me as M'am? I let the
first offense slip by, but not this time! And your defying me in
this way calls for extra punishment!"
"Ow-w-w-w! Ow-w-w-w! Stop, please... Ow-w-w-w!" Tommy cried as
the women heard several loud slaps coming from the kitchen. It was
obvious that Tommy was getting a licking, and Marie taunted him as
she continued slapping him:
"You think they can't hear this? You think they don't know you're
getting a good licking in here? They're waiting for you Tommy, now!
And as further punishment for letting my guests hear how rebellious
you are, you can just CRAWL in there! Now get down on the floor.
That's it... not on your hands, down on your arms... <SLAP!> that's
right. Now go on in there and let them see who the bad little boy
is!"
Tom's face was flushed with shame. He knew exactly how degrading
he looked dressed in just the sheer nylon stockings and maid's cap.
The garters framed his small ass perfectly and called attention to
the rosy hue and the handprints. He blinked back tears of shame and
began crawling through the doorway and into the living room, where
the women were seated and waiting for him. There was a gasp from
the newcomers as he came into view. Tom looked up and saw, in
addition to Donna, two new women dressed in slacks and sitting on
the couch. 
Now it was Tom's turn to gasp! One of the women, Jessica, looked
to be in her early forties, with a hint of gray in her hair. But
Tom's attention was immediately fixed on the other woman... Kathy!
My God! It was his cousin Kathy! Tom stopped dead in his tracks. He
knew that Marie and Kathy knew each other, but he never dreamed
that Marie would be so cruel as to let Kathy see him like this! 
Kathy was nearly as shocked as Tom. She had been told what to
expect when she got to Marie's apartment: that Marie and Donna had
a young man as a slave who was into female domination and abject
humiliation. But she never could have guessed that the little
pervert would turn out to be her own cousin Tom! This was just
unbelievable! He was so shy she had to shake her head and look
twice to make sure it was really him!
"P-please, M'am... please don't let her see me like this!"
Tommy's shoulders heaved as he cried his guts out, in full view of
everybody in the room. "Please, I beg you. Send her away!"
"I'm afraid it's too late now Tommy. Besides, Kathy said she
wanted to see this naughty little boy that we had over here get a
good spanking! I'm not going to disappoint her. Anyway, she's
already seen you so you might as well stand up and say hello to her
and to Ms. Jeffries."
Tom slowly stood up. His penis was rock hard and stood out
prominently from his shaved crotch, pointing directly at the
ladies. He saw their eyes lick at him, up and down, then come to
rest on his bobbing pole.
"Long time no see, Tommy" Kathy broke the ice. "You look real
cute." She sounded a little disgusted as she shook her head a
little from side to side.
"Kathy, I can explain... they MADE me do this. Honest!"
"You're calling me a liar, in front of my friends?" Marie hissed
at him venomously. She handed Kathy some of the pictures Beverly
had given her that Linda had taken on Saturday. Jessica looked over
her shoulder and they both gasped again and began giggling at what
the young girls had reduced him to. Tommy looked down and sniffled.
"You're definitely spending Friday night at the lake for your
behavior here tonight" Marie told him.
"Oh, please Marie...M'am" Tommy corrected himself. "Please don't.
I didn't mean that you were lying, honest! Please give me another
chance!"
"Your performance over the next couple of hours will determine
your fate, little boy" she sneered. "Right now I'd say you've got
a very slim chance of making up for your mistake. Your mouth is
what got you into trouble, so maybe your mouth can help get you out
of trouble. Get back down on your knees and lick Kathy's shoes. Go
on, get down! Stop crying! <SLAP>" 
Kathy looked down, a little uncomfortably, as Tommy began licking
the top of her shoe. She seemed to get a little more into it,
though, and moved her left foot next to her right so he could work
on both of them.
"That's it! Enjoy yourself, Kathy. You too, Jessica. This is
supposed to be a punishment, but from the state of his little dick,
I'd say he's enjoying himself, don't you think?" She put her foot
on his lower back and pushed him so he fell forward onto his face.
He put his hands on Kathy's ankles to steady himself and the warmth
of her legs made him shiver noticeably, to the amusement of his
now-smiling cousin.
When he had licked both shoes to Marie's satisfaction, he was
again allowed to get up. Marie made him "curtsy" to her guests,
which he did terribly, and go get them something to drink while
they chatted in the living room.
The rest of the evening was one of bizarre humiliation for poor
Tommy. The presence of his cousin made it doubly so as she
witnessed his degradation. He served drinks and snacks to the
women, who took every opportunity to poke, pinch or fondle him. He
had to refer to his cousin as "Miss Hyde" and curtsy whenever he
offered her some refreshments. 
After they'd all warmed up to the sight of Tommy they began
really putting him through his paces. They made him pose for them
and sensuously rub his body while they cheered him on. He laid on
his back on the coffee table so they could tease his cock while
they casually engaged in girl-chat, carelessly brushing his cock
and occasionally chiding him when his moans got too loud. Every
time he glanced at Kathy he saw her looking at him, still not quite
believing what she was witnessing, but nevertheless with humor in
her eyes. What scared him most was the pure lust he saw in the
faces of all the women whenever they looked at his stiff, leaking
cock.
At one point during the evening Tommy spilled some pretzels and
Marie said it was time he got a good spanking to teach him to be
more careful. She sat on the sofa and made him lie down across her
knees, his stockinged legs on one side and his upper body on the
other. His perfectly framed ass was centered right below her eyes,
flinching as he waited for the first smack. She made him apologize
for his clumsiness and ask each of the women to forgive him. They
stared at his presented ass with interest as Marie lifted her hand
in the air and forcefully applied the first slap. The sound echoed
through the room and made them all jump a little, but not nearly so
much as Tommy, who twisted and squirmed on Marie's lap, trying to
avoid the punishing hand.
She spanked him for nearly ten minutes, moving from cheek to
cheek and varying the tempo, sometimes hitting him in the exact
same spot several times in a row. By the time she was finished,
Tommy was the perfect picture of chastisement. He was sobbing and
rubbing his burning ass and promising between sobs to be more
careful. He thanked Marie for the spanking and got on his feet,
still a little wobbly in the high heels, then bent to clean up the
spilled pretzels on the coffee table. The women examined his
flaming red ass as he bent and even Kathy couldn't resist touching
it to see how hot it was!
As a grand finale, Marie made him kneel on the floor and jerk
himself off, using his thumb and forefinger in a little 'o' as he
feverishly brushed it back and forth over his cock. When he got
close to cumming his whole body seemed to sway and his tongue
flicked in his mouth. He was told to catch all of the jism in his
hand as he spasmed, shooting his thick spunk into his palm, though
some dripped onto the carpet. Marie made him lick his own cum from
his palm for the amusement of the women, then told him to get a
damp sponge and clean up the carpet.
When the women were ready to go, he had to curtsy to them, then
bend over and present his ass so they could each give him a little
pat as they left. Marie promised to have many more little `get
togethers' like this on Tuesdays and Jessica and Kathy both said
they'd love to come back. Marie suggested that Kathy might want to
drop by Tommy's house next Saturday afternoon to see him with the
teenagers. She was sure that Linda wouldn't mind and Kathy said she
just might do that. She might even bring a friend along too!
After their guests left, Tommy helped clean up the house. Marie
told him he could go home and get some sleep but she made him wear
only the stockings and garter belt, and carry his regular clothes
under his arm. She also ordered him to wear the garters and
stockings to work under his clothes every Tuesday from now on so
he'd be ready for her at the end of the day. She giggled when she
thought what Louise and Carol would say next week when they found
him dressed like that underneath his pants! She put the little cap
and shoes in a closet where they'd be waiting for him next week,
then kissed him lightly on the cheek as she showed him to the door.
"G'nite Tommy! See you tomorrow at the office!" 



