Charlie stood there, rooted to the spot.
"Well?!" demanded Abby. She stormed over to Charlie and yanked her underwear out of his hands.
"Why the hell are you going through my underwear?" she demanded to know once again.
After a brief moment, she realised that the thong had already been worn.
"Hang on, is this my used underwear. Have you been going through my dirty laundry you freak?"
Charlie didn't know what to say. Every bone of his body was telling him to run away, but his brain wasn't letting him. He simply couldn't move. The shame, the embarrassment, the fear, they all washed over him.
"It... It's not wha-"
"It's not what? It's not what it looks like? Because it looks like you are stealing my underwear you perv."
She wasn't wrong. Even though it wasn't for him, that didn't change things.
"I'm sorry. It's just I lost my job and I wouldn't normally do something like this and I needed the money and -"
"Money... Money?! You mean you've been selling my underwear to god knows who? Do you realise how gross that is. How invasive that is?"
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry please believe me Abby, this isn't who I am. I'm sorry." Charlie pleaded in the hope that she might let him off lightly.
"Oh you'll be sorry alright. I'll make you sorry." Growled Abby. She stood for a second, thinking of what to do, before she firmly said "Strip".
"W-what?" replied Charlie gingerly.
"You heard me. Strip!" she barked.
"But, but wh-"
"I don't want to hear any questions. You humiliated me now it's my turn to humiliate you. You want my underwear so bad you can have it. But if it's yours, you can bloody well wear it and pay me for the privilege."
Charlie was mortified. He knew he had messed up but this was getting out of hand. He started to leave the room but Abby placed herself in the doorway.
"And where do you think you're going? I gave you an order. If you refuse, I'll report you to the police for theft. This will probably be considered a sex crime too."
Charlie wasn't sure if this was true, but he didn't want to risk it. He was already struggling to find a job, and trouble with the police wouldn't make that any easier. Perhaps it was easiest to get his punishment out of the way and move on.
"I'm waiting" barked Abby.
Her tone was unforgiving and stern, so Charlie bit the bullet and began to undress. As he did, all of the insecurities he held about his body became heightened. He was about 3 inches shorter than Abby, so she towered over him as he undressed. He had a slim figure, with abnormally rounded hips for a man. He barely had any body hair, so by the time he was down to his boxers, he felt incredibly emasculated in front of her.
"And the boxers too" demanded Abby.
He tried to turn away to fully strip, but she tutted and turned his shoulder back.
"Why so coy? You violated my privacy, it's only fair I do the same right?" smirked Abby. She seemed to have gotten over her initial rage and was enjoying the revenge now.
There was nothing he could do, so he complied. He slipped off his boxers and Abby couldn't help but laugh.
Charlie had never been blessed in the penis department, and the embarrassment of the situation wasn't helping matters down there. In line with the rest of his body, there was barely a pubic hair on him.
"Does that thing even work" laughed Abby. "Maybe you'll be more comfortable wearing these anyway, I don't think you need all the room your boxers are giving you" she chuckled.
She chucked the panties to him. Charlie was quick to pull them on. As humiliating as it was wearing panties, it was better than exposing his tiny cock to Abby. They fitted around his abnormally round hips quite comfortably, and flattened his pathetic package to the point it was barely visible.
"Awww, they suit you" she smirked "but there's something missing. The bra too please".
At this point why bother even putting up a fight. After struggling with bra clasp, and with a little help from Abby, Charlie was ready.
"Now then, how much have you been selling my underwear for?"
"It depends. For a set, maybe £300."
"How much!? Bloody hell." replied Abby. "Well then, that sounds like a fair deal to me. Since you like my underwear so much, and since you look so good in it, I'll have £300 please".
Charlie was in shock. She wanted money too? Wasn't the humiliation enough?
"But I don't have that kind of money. I've been using it to pay rent. I can't get that sort of money without a job."
Abby pondered for a moment, before seeming to come up with an idea. Her eyes lit up, as she said
"Well then, you'll just have to pay off your debt some other way..."
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Sissy Revenge
General FictionCharlie was struggling to make ends meet, so in a desperate attempt to make money he decided to steal from his flatmate. When she found out, she took it upon herself to teach him a valuable lesson that would have lasting consequences.
