Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The Afternoon Tea Party by Sissy Karen The 100 line detention at the end of that eventful day was a trial indeed. My backside was still smarting from the caning and every little movement was an instant reminder of my failings. My burnt willy from the Tobasco punishment ached in the chastity device. I was feeling sore and sorry for myself. It was hard to concentrate on the task and my mind wandered a lot. The chastity device crushed every hint of an erection as I thought of my beautiful wife Brenda. I hadn’t even spoken to her since she left. Mother had taken all her calls and hadn’t allowed me to speak to my own wife. I thought back to life before Mother arrived with a deep nostalgia of how blissful my life used to be. Our long languid love making sessions on weekend mornings, nights out with my mates and even the simple things like watching a TV show. They were all a distant memory now. I looked at the clock when I finished and it was 1 am. I had to get up early to do more ironing before making Mother’s breakfast and going to work. I fell asleep as soon as I lay on my bed, absolutely exhausted. The next day at work was like a holiday compared to my new home duties! I never thought I would be saying that! Work was so easy in comparison to being at home doing Mother’s bidding. At Morning Tea my work friend Dave started telling me about his weekend. He had gone away with a group of friends. There were stories of skinny dips, champagne breakfasts and sexual conquests. I laughed along with him, hiding the fact that this was way out of my league. After sharing his stories he asked, “How was your weekend? Get up to any mischief while Brenda is away.” “No, just had a quiet one.” “A quiet one? You should be making the most of it. Why don't you come out with me on Friday night, one of the girls in the group I went away with is having a party, it will be a wild night knowing her.” Once upon a time I would have jumped at this kind of exciting offer but I knew there was no way Mother would allow me out, plus I had all those Scripture modules to complete on top of my horrendous chore schedule. “I promised my Mother in law I would take her to a family gathering.” I made up the first excuse that came into my head. No surprises Mother was the first thing I thought of. “Your loss mate.” Dave said with a disappointed tone in his voice. Later in the day I had to turn him down again when he invited me to go for a drink after work. Such privileges were forbidden now and would result in severe consequences. Mother had even installed the “Find my iPhone” app on her phone and linked it to mine. Brenda had told her that it was a good way to keep track of my whereabouts. Of course I had to install it and show her how to use it. My phone now felt like one of those tracking ankle bracelets that prisoners on home detention have to wear! I was feeling a bit flustered as I was thinking about all the things I had to do when I got home. Instead of making up some excuse to get out of Dave’s offer, I didn’t think fast enough and blurted out, “Mother wouldn’t let me.” “What? Your Mother wont let you!” Dave burst into hysterical laughter. “You are kidding, I have heard of pussy whipped, but you are Mother in law pussy whipped!” His words stung and I went bright red. I couldn’t bare to maintain eye contact He walked away and started talking to Nancy, the receptionist. Knowing Nancy I knew this piece of gossip was going to go through the company in quick time. Everyone would soon know I was under my Mother in laws thumb. I scurried off to the bus stop, eager to get away. I arrived home after work to be greeted by Mother. “Change into your pinafore straight away and wait in the corner of the lounge room, nose to the wall and hands on head, we have an important matter to discuss!” “Yes, Mother.” I quickly got changed and as usual the wait was incredibly nerve wracking. Mother’s tone was angry and I wondered what I had done wrong. About 10 minutes later she entered the room. “Well, Georgie, while you were at work I was looking over your scripture homework and your detention. What have you got to say for yourself?” “It was very difficult, I was so tired but I tried my best mother.” “I am afraid it is not good enough. Your Scripture quiz you scored 4 out of 10 and I picked up 13 mistakes in your lines.” “Sorry Mother…I thought I did better than that.” “Look here.” She showed me my Scripture quiz. She had marked 4 of my answers wrong for spelling mistakes! The answers were right. “But Mother those are just spelling mistakes.” I pleaded “Quiet! How dare you question me! I expect perfection and nothing less Georgie!” “Yes, Mother.” My tone was defeated. “Panties to knees and lift up your skirt!” I did as I was told, a shiver ran up my spine as I felt the cool air on my exposed buttocks. Mother walked over to the drawer and took out the school Master cane. I caught a glimpse of it in my peripheral vision. The nervous tension increased. Mother then started to tap my bum softly with the cane. The anticipation was excruciating in itself. She loved to do this as she continued to lecture me. “Sloppy work is the sign of a sloppy mind Georgie. It is my duty to correct that. It is laziness Georgie, what is it?” “Laziness Mother.” “And what happens to lazy sissies Georgie?” “They are punished Mother.” “That is right Georgie. There must be consequences if I am to rid you of your laziness. Brenda doesn’t want a lazy husband does she Georgie?” “No Mother.” “Sloppy work is also a sign of disrespect Georgie. What is it a sign of Georgie?” “Disrespect Mother.” Oh how I hated this line of questioning! Having to admit my failings while the cane menacingly tapped on my bum. I felt so humiliated and powerless. “And to whom is it showing disrespect Georgie?” “To you Mother.” “That is right, I have given up this time of my retirement to train you Georgie and instead of gratitude all I get is disrespect!” Oh she knew how to make me feel guilty, even though it was just a few spelling mistakes!Automatically I felt the urge to apologise! “Sorry Mother.” “You will be sorry after this punishment Georgie.” She gave a sadistic little laugh and tapped a little firmer on my butt. My nerves were strung tight “Who else is it showing to disrespect to Georgie?” She had me stumped, my mind started to race. “Pastor Vorster Mother?” I asked with uncertainty in my voice. “True Georgie as she has given you the scripture course but I was thinking of someone else?” I couldn’t think. I hesitated and then a fire crack of the cane seared my back side. “Owwwwww!” I yelled out. “That might help you think Georgie! So who else have you been disrespectful too?” Oh how I hated this! My mind was a fog, I didn’t know what she was getting at. “I d.d.d don’t know Mother.” I stammered my response, all in twitter. Whackkkk! Another searing stroke, mainly on the left buttock this time. It stung hard! I moaned in agony “I can’t believe this Georgie, I thought it would have been obvious! I really wonder what my darling daughter ever saw in you!” Whackkkk! Another searing stroke. It hurt like the blazes and despite my best efforts I started to sob. Instead of getting better at controlling my tears I seemed to be getting worse! Mother had broken me all right. My mind was a right Royal muddle. “Poor little Georgie , crying like a big girl and the punishment proper has not even started! I fear you are going to be in dresses for a long time to come! Anyway, one more time, who else are you being disrespectful too Georgie?” “I am so sorry Mother, please tell me, I really can’t think Mother, please tell me Mother.” My voice was pleading now but another searing stroke came down across my bum, overlaying an earlier stroke and making me scream like a girl. “The answer is Georgie, your beloved wife Brenda! Brenda has put me in charge of you to make you a better husband, so when you disrespect me, you also disrespect her! I would have thought it was bleeding obvious Georgie. You really have a lot to learn don’t you?” “Yes, Mother.” “So tonight after you have completed your chores, you will write each question and answer you got wrong in your scripture module 10 times each. Tomorrow night you will resit your detention from last night and on Wednesday you have now earned another detention where you will write 100 times - Doing sloppy, lazy work is not only being disrespectful to my Mother in Law but it is also being disrespectful to my beloved wife Brenda who has entrusted Mother with my training.” My heart sank, last nights detention was gruelling enough after a long day, now I had three more nights of it. Where was I going to find the strength to get through all this? I had to go to work, race home and do my chores to Mother’s satisfaction and now instead of crashing I would be up late for three nights running doing detentions. My misery must have shown on my face. “That’s not resentment I am seeing on your face is it Georgie?” “No Mother, of course not….Thank you for your punishments Mother, it will help become a better husband.” I was desperate to convince her I wasn’t resentful as I knew it would make things much worse. “That’s the attitude Georgie!” I felt a short lived feeling of relief before she then said, “Now for the punishment proper….24 strokes of the cane.” After the first stroke the tears started to flow, each stroke stung like a searing branding iron. My last lot of marks had hardly had a chance to even start healing, it was one very sore and traumatised bottom. My voice was getting shakier and more pathetic as I counted each stroke and said the obligatory “Thank you Mother.” By the 6th stroke I was bawling, I felt so broken and defeated, my masculinity extinguished by this imperious matron. After the last stroke was finished Mother said, “Right Georgie! Panties up and into the kitchen, I want my dinner served in the dining room in 45 minutes.” The next week was a misery. Mother had so many jobs for me each night after I got home. Every inch of the bathroom had to be absolutely shining. It even involved scraping the grout in the tiles to get it perfectly white. That was a painstaking task. Every cupboard in the house was emptied and cleaned, inside and out. It was never ending. Vaccuuming, ironing, polishing, cleaning, sorting, I didn't believe there was so much that needed doing! Then after my chores there would be Scripture study and then detention. In between there were inspections and the inevitable caning for not reaching her standards. I had become so fearful and submissive to her. My nerves were on a constant high alert. I earned two more detentions that week for submitting sub standard work and so it ended up 5 nights straight of detention. It was so hard to do these blasted detentions at the end of not only my day at the office but then an evening packed with chores. While by Friday my colleagues at work were looking forward to the weekend, sharing plans of all the fun things they were up to, movies, parties, days at the beach it made my predicament seem even worse knowing I would be under Mother’s 24/7 control for the next 2 days. On Saturday morning I was serving Mother her breakfast when she announced. “Mrs Grossman called Georgie, your maids dress is ready so we are going over to pick it up this afternoon. I told her you were now in a chastity device so she need not worry about any gross displays of sinful lust from you!” I turned red knowing Mrs Grossman now knew I was in a chastity device. “I told her that you were keen to make it up to her in some practical way and she mentioned she has some weeding that needs done in her courtyard. She has invited me over for afternoon tea with some of the ladies from Church, so we will head over at 2pm. I want you in your Sunday bests at 1:30pm sharp, ready to go. Understood?” “Yes, Mother.” A sickening apprehension washed over me, the thought of doing a job in order to make it up to Mrs Grossman in front of a group of church matrons had me feeling sick in the stomach. This was likely to be another humiliating ordeal for me. It played on my mind all morning as I worked through my Saturday morning chores. There was a lot of laundry to be done as Mother decided all sheets and towels had to washed and the beds remade. I earned a 6 stroke caning as I forgot to do the “Hospital corners” to Mother’s standard when I remade her bed, my mind was all over the place. The apprehension and anxiety continued to grow. I was a bit worried about having to wear my “Sunday Bests” on a Saturday. It would mean washing, drying and ironing them tonight before Church tomorrow. At least I didn’t have a detention, well not yet anyway! I was ready to go at 1:25pm and stood at attention with my nose to the wall in the hallway, waiting for Mother as I had been trained to. We arrived at Mrs Grossman’s house and I walked up the front path a step behind Mother. The ladies greeted each other then Mother turned to me, “What do you say Georgie?” “Hello Mrs Grossman, I am so grateful to be given the opportunity to make amends for my disgusting lack of self control last week, thank you for the opportunity.” Mrs Grossman gave me the most severe look imaginable. She was in a full long sleeved dressed, buttoned up to the neck, her hair tied back into a bun. She looked every inch a strict matron if ever you imagined one. Without saying a word she motioned for us to both come in. Once inside she said to me. “Eleanor has said she has solved the problem of you being unable to control your carnal rage Georgie with a special device, give me a look now girl!” I was in shock, surely she didn’t want to see my chastity device! I hesitated and looked at Mother. “Don’t be all shy Georgie, unzip those pants and show Mrs Grossman you chastity device, we have to make sure she is comfortable having you in her presence.” I did as I was told and released my locked willy for Mrs Grossman to see. She cam across and had a closer look. “Ingenious Heather! What a wonderful solution! I wish I knew about that for my late husband!” “From what you told me your late husband was well behaved, a true God fearing husband should not need it, they should be able to control themselves.” “Yes, true Heather, he was pretty good but in his younger days, there were times.” Both ladies had a giggle as I stood there turning red with embarrassment. I felt so belittled and humiliated. “You can do your pants back up now Georgie.” Mrs Grossman then led us through to her sunroom which had big glass doors leading out to her courtyard. The courtyard was about 10 metres square of bricks before leading out to her lawn. The weeds had grown up through the cracks in the brick paving. “My late husband used to weed the pavers for me but I have only done it once since his passing.” Mrs Grossman then handed me an old bread and butter knife and a big cardboard box. “You can use the knife to scrape out the difficult weeds Georgie, make sure you get all the roots out. Then put all the weeds in this box.” “Yes Mrs Grossman.” I got down on all fours and started the painstaking job. Every space between the bricks had weeds. Some of the weeds had grown quite tall and were difficult to pull out. The knife helped but was by no means the ideal tool for the job. It wasn’t long before the kneeling on the bricks tarted to hurt. The Sunroom had big glass doors so I was under constant supervision. Mrs Grossman’s afternoon tea party was being held in that room. When the next guest arrived, Mother called me in. “Tale your shoes off Georgie and come in and say hello to Mrs White.” I did as I was told. Mrs White was another stern looking widow from Church. She very much gave the demeanour that she would put up with no nonsense “Georgie, this is Mrs White.” “Hello Mr White.” “Hello Georgie, good to see you working hard out there, the devil makes work for idle hands you know Georgie. It is very good of you to volunteer to help out Mrs Grossman.” “He didn’t exactly volunteer Gladys.” said Mother “Tell Mrs White, why you are you are weeding her courtyard Georgie.” I could have crawled up and died, it was bad enough without having to admit it to another Church matron. “I showed disrespect to Mrs Grossman, for which I am truly sorry Mrs White and wanted to show my remorse by making it up in some practical way.” “Mmmm disrespect eh? What terrible thing did you do Georgie?” “I failed to control my carnal rage Miss White while Mrs Grossman was measuring me for my uniform.” “That is disgusting Georgie! You are so lucky that Mrs Grossman only wanted her courtyard weeded, I would have thought there would be a much bigger consequence for such a lewd act!” “Don’t worry Gladys, there has been other consequences, we now have his little willy locked up so it cannot happen again.” Mother said. “That is interesting Heather, anyway you better get back to work Georgie.” “Yes, Mrs White.” I went back out into the garden feeling even more humiliated. I was paying dearly for that one damn erection and the consequences kept mounting. Three more ladies arrived for the afternoon tea and I went through three similar humiliation introductions. Mother made sure that each of them knew the exact reason why I was weeding the courtyard. One of the ladies brought her 17 year old daughter with her. Her name was Claire but I had to call her Miss Claire. She was dressed very conservatively in a pretty floral dress that went just below her knees, it was buttoned up to her neck and long sleeved. She had wonderful long flowing blonde hair, was extremely pretty and had quite a bust. I could feel my chastity cage crush my growing erection and had to admit for the first time I was glad I was locked. Imagine the consequences for having an erection in front of all these women! I was told to address her as “Miss Claire”. She had an air of superiority and tutt tutted as I explained my situation. As soon as the pleasantries were over I was marched back out to continue the weeding. I worked hard at it for well over two hours and my knees were aching from all the constant kneeling on the brick work. The end was almost insight when Miss Claire wandered outside. “Hello Georgie, your Mother in law has asked me to inspect your work.” Miss Claire then proceeded to examine each crack with a fine tooth comb. She pointed out a tiny weed that I missed. As I got up to walk over. “No, you're not to stand up until its all done, crawl over here.” The little bitch! She wouldn't even let me walk over. My knees were in agony and I had to crawl over to her. Her Mary jane shoe pointed to the tiny weed I had missed. I went to dig it out and it wasn’t even a weed, just a small leaf of one that I had already pulled. I scraped it up. She then walked right over to the other side of the courtyard and found another spot. Again she made me crawl adding, “Chop chop, hurry now Georgie, we haven't got long to get it all done.” This went on for about 15 minutes, making me crawl back and forth all over the hard bricks. I could see she was enjoying it. Even though she was being a prim and proper bitch to me I couldn’t help noticing her divine legs. Her dress just covered her knees and her stockinged calf muscles were absolutely perfect. Legs to die for as they say and I felt like dying at this moment! As I crawled to each weed I got a very close look at her leg. I dare not glimpse too high knowing all hell would break loose if she thought I was looking up her skirt. My imprisoned dick was straining painfully in its cage. “Here’s another one you missed….and here….and here….quick quick now…” Here perfectly polished Mary Jane show pointing to each almost microscopic weed. She would stand there with hands on hips, toe pointing at the weed looking all smug and superior. On and on it went. This pretty young thing sure had a cruel streak. In fact it seemed all the women at this church had a cruel streak! She didn’t hide that she was enjoying her power over me. Finally it was finished to her satisfaction. I took the weeds I had collected and put them in the bin before returning to the back room. The guests began to leave and in the pre leaving chat Mrs Grossman said to me. “Go and have a shower Georgie and we will try your maids uniform after the ladies have left.” “And make it a cold shower Georgie, we want to dampen that ardour of yours.” said Mother There was a murmuring of giggles from the ladies and I blushed a deep red. Miss Claire then said to her Mother. “I would love to see Georgie’s dress Mummy, can we stay and see what it looks like on her?” “Only if Mrs Grossman doesn’t mind.” “No problem at all, have a seat everyone and we will have a little fashion show.” “I want to see it too.” “Me too” There was a chorus of “me too’s” from all the ladies. They all decided to stay to see me parade my new dress. As I trudged off to the bathroom Miss Claire piped up, “Would you like me to make sure Georgie doesn’t use the hot water in the shower Mrs Whitten?” Mother said, “That is very good of you Claire, you are a thoughtful and very helpful young lady, thank you.” “After she is showered send her to the sewing room.” said Mrs Grossman “Here is a fresh pair of panties for her Claire, send her through in those.” said Mother She handed Miss Claire a very frilly pair of white panties. She held them up and had a giggle. “Come now Georgie, shower time.” Miss Claire led the way to the bathroom, dangling my pretty white panties off her finger as she walked. Once in she closed the door and barked. “Strip!” She walked to the shower and turned the cold tap on hard. She let it run so I did not even get those first few moments where the water in the pipes that had Sun on them was a little warmer. She was making sure it would be freezing for me. I stood there naked before her and she touched the tip of the chastity device. “So this what Mrs Falwell said has solved your problem with being unable to control your carnal rage.” Carnal rage I thought to myself, that seems a bit strong, where did she get that from? It must have been Mother. “Yes Miss Claire.” I said in my most humble voice, blushing bright red. It was so humiliating standing there naked before her with just my chastity device on. “In you get!” I hesitated then she gave me a push. It was freezing and as the water hit my chest I pulled back a little. “All the way in, get that hair wet! Keep turning around, wash every bit of that body now!” She kept barking at me. I washed myself all over and went to get out. “No so fast, wash the whole body once more, keep turning, run the water down your back.” She wouldn’t let me out until I had washed myself three times all over. When she finally let me out I was shivering. My dick and balls were completely shrivelled. “Looks like the chastity device is too big for that, you will have to ask your Mother to get a smaller one.” She laughed in my face, adding to my shame. After I dried off, she said. “Stand there hands behind your back.” She took out her mobile phone and started to take some photo’s of me in my chastity device! “I can’t wait to show the girls at school.” “Please Miss Claire, No!” I pleaded. I covered my device with my hands. “If you don’t put your hand behind your back right now, I will scream and say you tried to touch me, would you like that Georgie?” She had me by the balls and took her damn photos’s. “We will have to see if Mrs Falwell will let you come over to my place. I have plenty of chores you could do in your maids dress, would you like that Georgie?” The fear of God ran through me, that is all I needed on top of everything else, to be under this bitch’s rule. I dare not think what she would put me through. Of course I was to oscared of her to protest and murmured a humble, “Yes Miss Claire.” I was hoping Mother would decline her offer, I hardly had the time as it was, let alone another activity. “Run along to Mrs Grossman now and I will see you for the fashion parade.” I headed off to the sewing room with the sound of her laugh ringing in my ears. I knocked before Mrs Grossman called me in to the sewing room. Mother was there with her. “Part of the uniform Georgie is the underwear. You will wear white panties and this black suspender belt with black stockings. So put this on first.” I clipped on the suspender belt but had a little trouble clipping the stocking on the clasps. Mother gave me a slap on the bum for being slow and finally I go it. “The hairy legs ruin the look a bit Heather, what do you think.” “You will be shaving your legs from now on Georgie every Sunday before Church.” What? I thought to myself. This is getting worse by the minute. I will be too scared to wear shorts in public ever again! I new better than to complain and said a humble, “Yes Mother.” “I might ask for an inspection Georgie.” said Mrs Grossman with a little chuckle. “You must also wear a white, push up bra to give a little shape to the dress.” Mother continued She handed me the bra which I also struggled with. “She has got a lot to learn!” said Mrs Grossman. “Nothing a little old fashioned discipline cant teach!” Then it was time for the dress. It was a black working maids dress, that buttoned up the back from the waist to the neck. Mrs Grossman buttoned me up and it fitted like a glove, very tight with hardly any wriggle room. It was going to be difficult to button it up myself but it was just another thing I would have to learn or face consequences for. From the waist down the dress has probably a dozen or so pleats. I knew straight away this was going to an ironing nightmare. The sleeves were short and very puffy and also would be difficult to iron. I knew I was going dread inspections and learn to hate this goddamn dress. Finally it was time for the apron. It was a starched white apron, the straps came down from the shoulders and buttoned into the waist strap. The skirt part also had pleats and another frilly piece on the shoulders would be yet another ironing challenge. Mrs Grossman buttoned it up and then told me to look in the mirror. “Watch carefully Georgie.” She proceeded to tie the most perfect bow imaginable. AS she was doing me up she added. “This will have to be ironed with starch Georgie and you are going to have to learn to tie the bow behind your back.” It looked impossible to me even if I was doing it in front of me, let alone behind my back. This was going from bad to worse. Mrs Grossman then said, “You will wait just outside the door until I announce you, Then you will walk to the middle of the room slowly, your back straight and eyes looking directly forward. Once in the middle you turn to face the ladies and give a curtsey. You will then slowly turn around before walking to the far side of the room and back to the middle. Curtsy again, rotate and walk out. Understood Georgie?” “Yes Mrs Grossman.” We walked around to the sunroom and I waited just outside as Mrs Grossman and Mother went in. Mrs Grossman spoke to the ladies, hamming it up a little, “It is with great pleasure that I introduce Sissy Maid Georgie!” (Image by Ami Mercury @OrcGirlComic) She signalled for me to walk in. I face must have been red as a beetroot, I was so embarrassed to be modelling in front of the ladies. I was dreading having to face them for the curtsey and kept my eyes dead straight. “Sissy Georgie is wearing a Grossman original, a pleated back working mades dress made from the finest Indian cotton. Notice how figure hugging it is amplifying her tiny bosom.” The ladies all had a good laugh and my shame deepened. “There are 12 pleats in the dress, all evenly spaced. The apron is a bright white cotton and as you can see designed to be tied in a perfect bow. Perfect for the working girl with a long list of chores to do.” More chuckles from the ladies. I finally got to the second curtsey and made my way towards the door. “We want more, we want more!” came the cry form the audience and I had to repeat the whole thing again. The ladies were having a good laugh at my expense and I felt like crawling up and dying. A few minutes later the ladies started to leave. Miss Claire then said to Mother. “Mrs Falwell, Mummy told me Georgie is doing Pastor Vorster’s scripture course, I have completed that and would be willing to give her some extra tuition if needed.” “That’s very kind of you Claire.” Her Mother than chipped in. “Yes, Claire got a distinction receiving top marks for all her assessments, Pastor Vorster said it was the highest marks she had ever seen.” “Well done Claire! You sound like you would be a great help to Georgie. What do say to Claire Georgie?” “Thank you for the kind offer Claire.” “Free tuition, you are a lucky girl Georgie.” said Mrs Grossman. “Perhaps Georgie you could do a few of Claire’s chores as a way to show your gratitude.” “That can be arranged.” Said Claire with a giggle. My heart sank, the young bitch had thought this through and now I would be doing her bloody chores as well as having to endure her ‘tuition’. Bloody Miss goody two shoes was all I could think. “I have some free time tomorrow afternoon Mrs Falwell.” “Perfect, I will send Georgie over about 2 pm.” “Great it’s all arranged.” Everyone then said their goodbye’s, I thanked Mrs Grossman again for the dress and we drove home. I was so glad to be leaving but going home I didn’t have anything to look forward to. Mother was already rearranging my Sunday chores to fit in the extra tuition and there was going to be extra duties tonight now…. To be continued Part 5 |
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