Becoming Sissy Noel

Punishment

I could hardly sleep that night thinking about what to do. I thought I might try to swing by Sandra's in the morning and ask for the panties I had left there, but I didn't know what I would say if her parents opened the door. I thought about pretending to be sick, but I figured Kyle wouldn't let me get away like that. Finally, I decided to just wear the pink panties Sandra had lent me and hoped Kyle wouldn't notice or care. So I left for school in the morning looking normal, but with pink panties on under my clothes and a dress, thigh highs, and heels clumsily hidden in the bottom of my bag. When I arrived at school, I pretty quickly sensed that things had changed. People turned to look at me when I went by and a group of three boys from my grade all called out in unison: "Hey Noel," teasing me with my girl name. Once class started though, things settled down a bit.

After second period ended I finally got another text from Kyle: Meet me @ the bathroom where I caught you during lunch fag. You better not have washed them.

I felt a sinking in my stomach. I was going to be in trouble for sure then. He definitely wanted to see me in my underwear. Third period I had English and spent the whole time wondering what to do. I decided to stash the other girls clothes I had in my locker in case Kyle asked to go through my stuff. My only hopeful thought was that I was still wearing panties and that might soften whatever punishment lay ahead of me.

Fourth period came and went quickly as I mulled over the various humiliations that might await me. I knew I had to go though, Kyle would act mercilessly with that photo if I didn't. I also decided to avoid mentioning that I ran into Sandra the day prior if at all possible in case that set Kyle off.

As I left class for lunch the pit in my stomach grew deeper. I headed out towards Walsh park, walking slowly on purpose. As I neared the bathrooms I saw Kyle standing in front of them facing me. I kept my eyes down as I approached but he must have been smirking.

"Hey there sissy Noel. Aren't you a pretty sissy today. Show me your panties bitch. Now."

Kyle snapped and I lifted my shirt and pulled the white Calvin Klein strap of my panties up to reveal the whole side of them to Kyle.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're not a very smart sissy are you. Take off your pants. Now."

Again Kyle snapped and again I complied completely. 'Why am I doing this?' I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them.

"I thought I told you to wear the blue ones? I gave them to you as a gift sissy! Do you not get that you dumb whore! Where are they! Do you not like my gift bitch!"

"I'm sorry Kyle. I--" he slapped me hard across the face.

"Call me Master, bitch."

"I'm sorry Master. I lost them. I think I left them at home--" Kyle slapped me again.

"Come here," he grunted, pulling me towards the men's room. He opened the door and pinned me by my throat against the wall.

"Unzip," Kyle snapped and without really thinking my hands moved to unzip his pants.

"Pull it out bitch," another snap, another response. 'what is wrong with me?' I peeled back Kyle's boxer briefs and his eight inch hard on sprung out. It was veiny, smooth, and slightly girthy with a fat tip like an arrow's head. Standing there in panties, staring down at his big cock I realized just how totally inferior I was. Kyle was strong, handsome, outgoing, popular, and blessed with an eight inch cock. I was lucky if my hard on was five inches on a good day. Thinking about this, suddenly I began to feel my little penis stirring in my panties. Then Kyle started making a weird sound from the back of his throat before hocking a huge load of mucous and spit in my face.

"Use that as lube and jerk me off like a good sissy. Now." Snap.

"Yes Master," I wiped the saliva off my face with my right hand and then started rubbing Kyle's manhood. It was firmer than my little prick ever got and I swear it grew another half inch once I started jerking it.

"Faster whore! And use both hands. Now," Snap. My left hand began to work his shaft as my right pumped more furiously over his head. I was too self-conscious to look Kyle in the face while doing this, so I just kept my eyes down. By now I was pitching a little tent in my panties. I told myself it was because I was imagining having a cock as big as Kyle's and all the things I would do with it.

After a few minutes Kyle spat on my face again. Without words I wiped it up with my right hand and continued jerking Kyle off. Another few wordless minutes passed.

"Alright bitch now open up your panties and jack me off onto your little sissy clitty."

I had never heard the term clitty before, but I immediately knew what it meant. I pulled the elastic waist on my pink panties and exposed my "little sissy clitty" for Kyle to cum on. Soon I felt him tense in my hand before shooting long ropes of warm sticky cum all over my prick and the inside of my panties. As it landed I felt myself quiver as my little clitty twitched.

"Mmmm, good sissy bitch. Do you like my cum all over your clitty?"

"Yes Master."

"Sissy, what do you say when Master gives you a beautiful gift like that?"

"Th-thank you Master."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for cuming on my sissy clitty Master."

"Mmmmm, good girl. You're welcome. Now close your panties and stop showing me that embarrassing excuse for a hard on faggot. Now."

Snap. I released the waist band and the elastic fell back into place, spreading Kyle's cum all over my groin and soaking the front of my panties. My clitty felt warm and sticky as a single drop of cum began rolling down my inner thigh.

"On your knees. Now," snap. I fell to my knees. "Kiss it." Almost without thinking I moved my head towards the tip of Kyle's cock. By now it had softened some and was drooping a bit with a long drop of cum hanging off the front, but it was still larger than my stiffy. I planted my lips on the head of Kyle's semi and then moved back. As I did the drop of cum hanging from his cock stuck to my lips and as I pulled away it came along too, hanging down from the edge of my lip.

"You dumb cum slut, here," Kyle reached his hand down and caught the drop with his thumb then shoved it in my mouth. "Swallow. Now," Snap. I couldn't resist. Kyle's cum tasted salty and gross and it clung to the back of my throat.

"Stand. Now sissy," Snap. "You did an OK job slut. But next time I want you to make eye contact and moan about how much of a weak sissy whore you are for me. OK girl?"

"Yes Master."

"Are you weak for me bitch?"

"Yes Master," Kyle suddenly back handed me hard across the left cheek.

"Yes what bitch?"

"Yes I'm weak for you Master." Bam; another slap, this time on my right cheek.

"What are you?"

"I'm a weak sissy slut for you Master," another slap on the left as tears began welling up in my eyes.

"Say it again. Now," snap.

"I'm a weak sissy slut for Master," Another slap and I began bawling.

"Again. Now," Snap.

"I'm a weak little sissy slut for Master," I choked out while sobbing. No slap followed it this time.

"Alright I think you learned your lesson bitch. Find those dirty blue panties and bring them with you tomorrow. We'll meet same time same place. Oh and don't you dare take off those panties you're wearing now or try to clean them. I'll text you randomly for picture proof that you haven't. If you don't respond within ten minutes I'm sending that picture of you to everyone. You got it?"

"Yes Master."

"Good Bitch. See you around sissy Noel."

And just like that Kyle left me in my shame, standing there with cum soaked panties dripping down the sides of my thighs.