Becoming Sissy Noel

Bad Sissy

Kyle laughed at me as I beamed up towards him and the camera.

"You've certainly come a long way over the past two days sissy," Kyle teased, grinning down at me.

There was that word again: come. It was all I heard him say I was in such a daze.

"I love cum Master."

"Yes Sissy, I know. You're a dumb little slut, aren't you?"

I meekly nodded my head yes, then giggled. It felt good to give in.

"Aww, so cute! Come over here my sweet Sissy girl" I turned and saw Sandra on the bed giddily beckoning me. I stood up and walked over. She handed me her empty ice cream bowl.

"Go clean that in the kitchen and make sure the living room is spotless. Then come back and I'll help you get ready for bed."

Bed? I thought I was going home tonight. 'What will Dad think?' I considered bringing this up with Sandra, but I figured she knew better than I did. I just took her bowl and minced my way back to the kitchen.

I quickly cleaned Sandra's ice cream bowl in the sink, then returned to the living room where I cleared off the coffee table of cans and other trash, folded the throw blanket, fluffed the pillows, and even vacuumed. I loved the way my pencil skirt limited me to taking small, lady-like steps and I was really beginning to get the hang of navigating myself in my high heels.

Once I had put the vacuum back in the closet, I knocked on Sandra's bedroom door and waited patiently. I could hear Kyle and Sandra talking about something inside, but couldn't make out any of the words. After a few minutes of waiting, I couldn't help but press my ear against the door to try and eavesdrop. I still couldn't make out most of their conversation, they were talking in hushed voices, but I managed to catch a few words.

I heard Sandra mention something about "training" and "prepare the sissy." Kyle responded, but all I heard was "tomorrow" and "slut." There was a moment of silence. Then, all of a sudden the door gave way and I stumbled in my high heels, falling face-first into the room right in front of Sandra.

"You dumb slut, were you trying to listen in on us bitch!?" Sandra yelled furiously from above.

"I--I--"

"Do you have a death wish Noel?" Kyle was staring daggers at me; his face was redder than I had ever seen it. "Because this is NOT the behavior I expect from a sissy like you. I expect respect. And I don't need a disrespectful sissy. What the fuck happened Noel? I thought we were making progress with you."

"I guess the slut just doesn't know what's good for her." Sandra cut in. She was looking down at me with disgust and I felt my stomach turn with shame and panic. 'dumb slut, dumb slut, dumb slut. What were you thinking?'

"We'll just have to teach the whore some manners then I guess." Kyle stood up then and grabbed me by the arm. I gave a weak whimper in surprise as he roughly pulled me to my feet, but I put up no resistance. I looked meekly back to Sandra who was shaking her head in disapproval.

"Bad girl." She hissed at me. "Bad, bad sissy." Then she gave me a swift kick in the groin. I started to double over as my sissy bits throbbed and my stomach turned queezy. I didn't have time to recover however, as Kyle continued to drag me over to the bed before roughly throwing me down on my stomach.

"Spread your legs and keep your face down." Kyle ordered and I complied. My stomach and pelvis still ached, but I began to collect my thoughts as Kyle and Sandra whispered behind me. 'what have I done. Bad girl. Bad, bad sissy. Spying on your Mistress and Master? Bad, bad sissy. Be a good girl. You'll be punished for sure. Punishment will make you a good sissy. You deserve to be punished. You deserve what you get. You are--'

All of a sudden a hand smacked my butt hard. Then my skirt was hiked up and my panties roughly pulled halfway down my legs. The hand gave my bare ass another hard slap. Then another. And another. I felt my ass warm and sting as each successive slap pushed reality further into my brain: 'I am a sissy and I belong to Mistress and Master.' Each spank made my position clearer and as I began to tremble with pain I realized just how much more I had to learn about being a good sissy.

After roughly fifty slaps, a second hand reached out suddenly and grabbed my sissy balls and clitty, squeezing hard, then harder. The aching pulsed strong through my body as I squealed out desperately through the sheets. The hand released for a moment, then tensed again and began pulling. I instinctively tried to move in the direction I was being pulled, but all of a sudden I felt Kyle's strong hands on my shoulders pulling me in the opposite direction. After a few seconds of this my pathetic shrieks turn to sobbing and I begin crying out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again, but they wouldn't stop. I don't know how long they held me like that, but it felt like an eternity.

Once they eventually let go of me, I laid in place shaking for a few seconds before they flipped me over. I looked up and saw they were both looking sternly down at me. Then they suddenly spit in unison and left two large globs of saliva on my face, one on my right cheek and the other over my left eye. I was still softly mumbling "I'm sorry" repeatedly to myself.

"That's only half of your punishment whore, the other half comes tomorrow." Sandra spoke coolly. She seemed to have regained most of her composure. "Now let's go make sure you cleaned up properly." Sandra pulled me back up shaking to my feet. "Oh and don't you dare wipe that spit off your face slut, it's their to remind you of what you did."

"Yes Mistress."