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Happy Family - Chapter 3

4/28/2018

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by sissy sally

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CHAPTER 3


George was so flustered, he almost forgot to curtsey when he left her room. He did not even have time to ponder the ridiculous outfit he was wearing or the discomfort it caused. Twenty minutes for three different breakfast dishes, including eggs benedict which were 3 dishes in itself. He would need every second. There was no time to go to the toilet now, no matter how urgent it was.


George rushed to the kitchen and started to cook right away. He felt compelled to appease his mother in law even more now, since his hope that things would get better under her scrutiny had shifted to a mindset where he didn’t want them to get any worse.
It was incredibly stressful to keep track of so many different components in such a little amount of time and he barely managed to plate all of them before his time was up.


While Myrna and the twins enjoyed their breakfast, he felt the stress subside and the urgency in his bladder return. However, he could still not go to the toilet, because he had to wait for the bell to ring. If he was not in the kitchen to hear it, there was no doubt in his mind that Myrna would be upset.
The pressure kept building and he bounced awkwardly from one foot to the other in his cute little shoes in an attempt to fight the urge.


They took their time. George could hear them have a joyful conversation in the kitchen, talking and giggling, although he could not make out a word they said. The longer it took the more he regretted not going to the toilet right away, and when he thought it was much too late to go they made him wait even longer. He was in agony and hearing their laughter just added to his misery. The only thing on his mind was the bell now.


After an eternity George finally heard it ring, and he almost tripped over himself when he rushed out the door to take a bow and curtsey like he had been told to.


“Oh my, what an eager little maid” Myrna said, in a mocking tone.


The eyes of the Girls widened, when they saw George. After a moment of disbelief, they both began talking and laughing over each other.


“Oh my god! Grandma!” “Is that you Georgie?” “Did you do that?” “I can’t believe you did that” “This is so awesome!” “He looks adorable!”


All George could do was standing there and endure the humiliation of their joy and glee, while awkwardly stepping from one foot onto the other.


Eventually Myrna raised her hand and said: “Listen, Girls. You had your fun, but I did not dress George like this in order for you to mock him.”


The girls looked at her in disbelief. “But why, Grandma?” Vivian asked.


“First and foremost he is dressed like this to remind him that he is not a male.”


“He sure doesn’t look like one.” Kimberly commented.


“It took nothing more than assertiveness and a stern voice to get him dressed like that. Someone like that is what I call a beta, or better yet, a sissy. They are weak willed and lack drive of their own. Referring to them as males would only further their delusion of their place in the world. A sissy may appear to be male, but they are not a man. In order for them not to confuse that fact, we not only keep them dressed in the garments of a female servant. We are also going to refer of them as such. I want you to think about this sissy as the family maid from now on. I don’t want you to call her Georgie any more. That is too familiar for a servant. Think of and refer to her as “the Maid” If a name must be given, we are going to call her “Georgette”. How does that sound, Girls?”


“That sounds awesome Grandma!” Vivian exclaimed.


“That’s pretty much what I was thinking anyway” Kimberly sneered.


Myrna had gotten up while she talked and was standing behind George now.


“Good. In turn, the maid will refer to you two as Miss Kimberly and Miss Vivian at all times from now on. Won’t you Georgette?”


George couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Her? She? He was no man? George knew he had to put his foot down, even if it was inside a polished mary jane shoe. If he wasn’t speaking up right now…


A sharp pain to his backside stopped his train of thought. Myra had struck him with a cane.  He winced and the pain was so intense that it brought tears to his eyes instantly.


“The cane is the only demerit we will be needing from now on.” Myrna said. “A maid who hesitates to answer a question is either slow or she is thinking about it. Both are behaviors we have no need for and therefore need to be corrected. The only reward she may be looking forward to will be less punishment.”


“Oh my god, Grandma, I think you made him… I mean her... cry.” Kimberly said.


“You also made her pee herself.” Vivian added.


The sudden pain had startled George to the point where he temporary lost  control of his already overbearing urge to empty his bladder. He barely managed to reel it in, but a wet spot had already formed on his new dress and apron. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated in front of the girls who stared at him in disbelief and disgust.


Before he could even say anything, he received another blow with the cane.


“You filthy little thing” Myrna shouted in anger. “Go and clean yourself up at once! Hurry”


“But not in any Bathroom we use!” Kimberly said.


“Yeah, that would be gross!” Vivian added.


“Of course not!” Myrna said. “You have your own room. Go and get cleaned up. Put all your clothes in the laundry and wait in the nude until I come!” She threateningly swiped the cane through the air and George hurried out the kitchen.


His room did not have a shower, just a little sink with only cold water, but he knew better than to argue now. He was completely devastated by the humiliation of wetting himself and was glad to be able to get away. Also there was still the urge to go to the toilet so he hurried to his room as quick as the tight dress and his heeled shoes would allow.


It took him forever to reach and open the zipper in the back of the dress and get out of all the girdles. He felt utterly ashamed as he was sitting nude on the toilet bowl and peed through his chastity device.


He used a sponge and cold water from the sink to clean his body as good as he could. He wanted to follow his instructions to the letter, because he was scared of Myrna and her cane. Just to think about how much hope he had just an hour ago felt devastating.


George waited for them in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but his chastity device, just like he had been told.


Myrna entered without knocking. She pushed a tea tray with another set of girdles, dress and apron on top. There was a tea kettle and cup and a bottle with a amber liquid. The worst thing however was, that she had the twins in tow.


“Oh my God! Grandma, it’s true!”


“You really locked him up!”


They pulled out their mobile phones to take some pictures, and a quick swipe by Myrna's cane convinced George to better not keep the device covered with his hands.


Where is the key grandma?” Vivian asked


“I am holding it for now, but I believe it will be best we are sending it to your Mother, Girls.”


“Great idea. You can mail it with Becky when she comes today.” Kimberly suggested.


“Becky?” Myrna wanted to know.
“Yes, the Mail Lady. George got in trouble with Mom for getting into his good suit for Becky.”


“I see. It seems this is another issue we need to address.” Myrna said “But lets not get ahead of ourselves. First I will show you how we are going to deal with the maids incontinence.”


Myrna poured a cup of steaming tea from the kettle and handed it to George.


“Drink!”


It was the most bitter liquid George had ever tasted. His mouth literally refused to have any more just after the first sip, but a look at Myrna’s displeased face when he hesitated, made him take sip after sip.


“Drink up Girl. It is a herbal tea, from a bitter root. It has many health properties, but mostly it will stimulate your digestion and bladder functionality. You will need to get used to the bitterness, as it tends to linger in your mouth for a couple of hours. Tell me how it tastes!” She swiped the cain through the air with a treatehing hiss.


“It tastes delicious Mother”


“Good! You may prepare and drink one liter every night before going to bed.”


A whole liter of this awful tea? George’s heart sank, but Myrna was not done yet. Now she poured the thick amber liquid from the bottle onto a big spoon.


“Open up.” The oily liquid Myrna fed him tasted even worse than the tea. “Don’t flinch! Castor oil is good for you and will only help your digestion further along.” She poured another spoonful and held it up to his mouth.


“This time I want you to smile as you swallow and thank me for what has been given!”


George forced himself to shape his mouth into a grimace as he gulped down the horrible fluid. The girls giggled and took more pictures.


“That will be two tablespoons for you every night!”


“Thank you Mother.”


“You are welcome! That will prepare you nicely for a complete cleansing in the early morning. You will not even need a alarm clock any more. You will wake up when your bowels tell you to.”


Myrna picked up a hot water bottle and poured steaming water from the tea-kettle into it, then she proceeded to fill it up with cold water from the sink.


“Now that we got your evening routine out of the way, it is time for your morning” She said, while attaching a rubber hose with a large nozzle to the rubber bag.


“On your knees! Forehead to the floor and raise your buttocks as high as you can.”


George dropped to his knees and Myrna placed a jar with milky white balls the size of grapes in front of his head.


“These are soap pearls. Take one and put it in your mouth to moisturize it, then put it in your backside to lubricate for the nozzle.”
“Don’t make another grimace. there is nothing wrong with a bit of soap taste in your mouth.”


Once the slippery ball had been inserted, the Nozzle followed right away, and George felt the water flow into him.


“Pay attention. You will have to do this by yourself every morning! We are going to set a timer for ten minutes.”


While George received the enema in this humiliating position, Myrna and the Twins talked like it was the most normal procedure in the world. She gave them tips on how to treat him in the future as their maid. She was telling them how they should not see him as a stepfather any more, but as a servant. How he would have no place at the dinner table, but have all his meals in the kitchen from now on. How they should never ask but command.


“A sissy maid can achieve high levels of performance and diligence, but it will require constant scrutiny and the always lingering threat of punishment for the smallest failure to keep them from falling into laziness. We are going to introduce a mandatory weekly spanking she can look forward to. The amount will be determined by our assessment of her performance. But there need to be a minimum number of strokes just for good measure.”


“Oh, the time is up.” Myrna pulled the nozzle out and said: “Get up Georgette, face the corner and jump on the spot until I tell you to stop.”


Then they continued their conversation with the twins nodding and agreeing with everything Myrna said, while George jumped up and down with the soapy water sloshing inside his tummy. The pressure kept mounting extremely fast and he was scared that he would make a mess all over the floor.


“Stop!” Myrna eventually said “Turn around.”


George faced her and the girl and he had a deja vu about what just happened a little while ago, just now he was nude and felt even more humiliated, while holding back the pressure inside him.


“This is now your morning routine.”


“Yes, Mother”


“You will perform it every day the moment you get out of bed without fail.”


“Yes, Mother”


“This regimen, together with your tea and the castor oil will assure that there are no more toilet breaks necessary or permitted throughout the day.”


“I understand Mother”


“Are you grateful that me and the Girls to through such lengths to save you the embarrassment from wetting yourself in front of us?”


“Yes Mother, Thank you Mother.” George felt like he was about to explode.


“Now thank the girls”


“Thank you Miss Kimberly, thank you Miss Vivian”


“You may go and relief yourself now”


“Thank you Mother.”


George hurried into the tiny bathroom and was glad when he could close the door behind him to be out of sight. The noises the enema liquid made felt humiliating enough as he was sure the girls could hear them.


Myrna suddenly opened the door, robbing him of that little sliver of privacy as well. “be sure to clean yourself up and get dressed. Then return to your maid duties.” She said, ignoring her giggling grandchildren snapping pictures of him on the toilet.


“Yes, Mother.”


“The tea and castor oil will take effect in a couple of hours. Then you will repeat the enema on your own for practice. The full daily routine will begin tonight. It will be the last time you are going to take a toilet break during the day without receiving punishment.”


“I understand, Mother.”


“In order to help you further with your digestion, your meals will be blended into mush. They will also contain all the fibrous vegetable stalks and cutaways you discarded from our meals.”


“Thank you Mother”


“Good”


They finally left him alone after that, and as uncomfortable and complicated his maids uniform was he was looking forward to putting it on again. Being dressed provided some kind of comfort after this intense humiliation. Maybe that was all part of Myrna's training? He could not tell, all he knew is that he wanted to return to his duties as quick as he could, because he didn’t want to be punished.


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When George heard the doorbell ring he realized he would have answer the door in his maid uniform. He only hesitated for a moment, before he decided that Myrna's wrath was probably worse than the humiliation.
To his surprise, Myrna and the girls were already waiting for him at the entrance.


“I believe you have something to mail off today.” Myrna said and handed him a envelope.


The doorbell rang again.


“Hurry up, Becky is waiting!” Vivian said.


George opened the door and the mail Lady greeted him with a puzzled look on her face. “George? … is that you?”


“Yes, you see..” he stammered, and was promptly interrupted by Myrna


“She would like to be referred as Georgette now. Don’t you girl?”


“Yes, Mother” George confirmed, knowing what was good for him.


“Oh... ? Oh! I see.” Becky said, and smiled. “How nice for you Georgette.”


“Isn’t it?” Kimberly said, before George could reply anything.


Myrna and the girls began explaining to Becky that George had taken over all the duties of a housemaid now, completely ignoring him unless they needed him to confirm that it was all his own idea and free will.


“Of course he will want to call you Miss Becky now.” Don’t you, Georgette?” Kimberly eventually said.


“Yes, Miss Kimberly”


“Oh? I believe I would prefer Miss Rebecca,” she said “Or how about calling me by my last name? You know my last name, right Georgette?” She added with a gleeful smile.


“I…I...” George stammered.


“Shame on you Georgette! How can you not know Miss Hamilton’s last name?”


George couldn’t believe that Becky was playing along like this, even getting him deeper into trouble.


“I am sorry Miss Hamilton” he said.


“We apologize too”, Vivian said. “After all, she is our responsibility”


“Is there anything we can make this up to you, Becky?” Kimberly wanted to know.


“Well… Since you ask...” Becky said. “I noticed the dedicated car washing area you have next to the driveway. You see, we have to turn in the cars clean for the weekend and it’s so hard to get a spot at the carwash on a friday afternoon without waiting in line. Maybe if I could clean the car here, that would be a big help.”


“That’s absolutely no problem!” Vivian said


“Yeah, you can wash the car as much as you want!” Kimberly added .


“I am sorry, Girls” Myrna intervened. “I am sure your Mother would think otherwise. There are legal implications. What if Becky has an accident on our property working with our equipment? She could get in trouble herself for not using a dedicated facility. I am afraid we cannot allow even the possibility of that to happen.”


The girls looked very disappointed, and so was Becky. George didn’t mind that it didn’t work out for her. He was still shocked how readily she chipped in on his humiliation.


“I know!” Kimberly exclaimed suddenly “Georgette can do it for her!”


“Right!” Vivian agreed ”She is part of our property!”


“What a wonderful idea, girls!” Myrna agreed. “She can set up a little lawn chair and serve refreshments to Becky, so she can clean the car inside and out under close scrutiny.”


“I am not sure if I can accept that” Becky said


“Oh, but you must!” Myrna replied “Georgette would be heartbroken if she could not make up for the disrespect for not remembering your name. Right girl? Tell her”


“Yes.” George said.


“Oh, you can do better than that!”


“I would love to clean your car Miss Hamilton” He said now.


“Oh, how sweet of you Georgette. How could I refuse such a nice offer.”


“You just call in 10 minutes before, so she can set up everything. Feel free bring your private car too at any time, not only the postal vehicle.” Myrna determined.


“That is so nice of you, I am really grateful. But I am afraid I need to get going now, or I will be late on my tour”


“Just a second, please Becky. Georgette has something to mail off today.”


“Oh? What is it dear?”


George handed her the envelope Myrna had given him.


“This is going overseas. Do I feel something else but a letter inside? In this case it is a package and I need to write down a description of the contents, Georgette.”


Becky placed a sticker-form on the envelope and took out a pencil.


George looked at the envelope Myrna had given him “I...I…”


”It is the key to the chastity device he is wearing. He is sending it to his Wife Diann!” Myrna said unceremoniously and the girls giggles.


“...I see. Are you sure it will be safe in that envelope? It looks a bit flimsy”


“It will be fine.” Myrna replied


“How we are going to send it, Georgette?” Becky asked, but before he could answer, Myrna interrupted again.


“Standard Mail”


“Are you sure?” Overseas? That could take weeks. Will Diann even be away that long?”


“It will be fine,” Myrna reiterated “I am sure they will mail it forward in case.”


Becky looked at Goerges sad face and giggled “Is it the only key?”


“Of course!” Myrna said.


“I see, I better use this then for good measure” Becky put the pencil away again and took out a thick felt pen.
“I’m going to write: Contains only key to male chastity device, sent to my wife for safekeeping. Please, please be careful.” Becky wrote it all over the envelope in big black letters and put it into her postal bag. “Now everyone will know and treat it extra careful Georgette.”


“What do you say girl?”


“Thank you Miss Hamilton”


“You are welcome Georgette, and goodbye.”


“Say goodbye Georgette, then go to your room. I believe it is time for your enema practice. You will undress and prepare some hot water. Then wait for us so we can inspect the procedure.”


George's face turned even more red than it already was from the embarrassment. He quickly said “Goodbye Miss Hamilton”, but before he could turn around, Myrna also told him to curtsy to Becky before he walked away in shame.


Little later the Girls and Myrna watched as he gave himself another enema. It was incredibly humiliating as they commented on his every move, laughed and giggled. When he was done with the jumping up and down and the pressure started to build, Myrna told him to come over and kneel before her.
She moved her fingers through his hair. “Your hair is rather long, girl”


“Mom didn’t allow him to have a haircut for a while.” Vivian said.


“Because he can’t afford one.” Kimberly added.


“I see” Myrna said,”Well, it is getting too long for a man. We could do something pretty with it, but we don’t have to do that. I am going to give you a choice.” She suddenly placed a humming device against his forehead. It was a pair of hair clippers. “You may decide now if you want to have your head shaved or styled.”


George felt the vibrations of the blades ready to travel across his scalp


“A shaved head may look more masculine, but you will be wearing your uniform with it every day. There will be no going back on the decision you make now. Think about how you will appear in public because you WILL be seen in public. Not only by Becky. The uniform will be your default attire, but you get to choose right this moment if you want to look pretty inside it or be instantly recognized as a sissyfied beta male. You have ten seconds”


“I..I…” George stammered


“Ten, Nine, Eight…” Myrna began to count down and the girls joined in.


“Seven, Six, Five, Four…”


Myrna moved the clippers up towards Georges hairline.


“Three, Two, ONE!”


“I want to keep my hair!” George blurted out in panic.


Myrna still kept the clippers pressed to his forehead


“Repeat after me: I want to look pretty”


“I want to look pretty” George said as he was told.


“Now say: Please make me pretty, Mother”


“Please make me pretty, Mother”


“Good girl! Now: I want to be a pretty, tireless, humble and hard working maid for the benefit of all the Ladies in the house.”


George repeated, and Myrna said: “What do you think girls? Do we allow her to keep her hair?”


“If she insists, but I think she need some color.” Vivian said


“...and some curls” Kimberly added.


“You are reading my mind girls.” Myrna replied and turned off the clippers. “You are allowed to keep the hair on your head. You will remain completely shaved from the nose down. I don’t want to see any visible stubble on your face ever and once a week you will shave your entire body. Am I understood?”


“Yes, Mother”


“We will make a appointment for you at the salon once we figured out what to do with your hair. What do you say?”


“Thank you Mother, Thank you Miss Kimberly, thank you Miss Vivian.”


George didn’t know what else to do in this situation that got worse every minute. All he focused on was to get through the next two weeks. He hoped when Diann returned things would get somewhat normal again.
Just a day ago he would never have thought he would wish to be allowed to dress in her blouses and pants again.


“I have a lot more for you in mind. A lot more you will need to show gratitude for.” Myrna continued.


“I also have just talked to Diann on the phone. It seems she has impressed the right people with her negotiation skills, and in addition to sealing a lucrative deal for her company, she was also invited to stay as a guest at the local country club to await another upcoming business opportunity. Of course I encouraged her strongly to stay and take as long as she needs. I ensured her things here were progressing nicely and you are going to be well behaved and obedient. You will be, won’t you?”


“Yes, Mother”


“Good, Diann will be away for at least six more weeks now. During this time you will undergo severe training in obedience, domestic duties and courtesy. I intend to transform you into the kind of docile, dutiful and and diligent maid she needs in her life. What do you say?”


“Thank you Mother”


“There is no time to lose and therefore we shall begin right now. As I said before, instead of your demerits we will introduce a weekly spanking. Since you are nude already it is the perfect opportunity to give you a taste. Stand over there and put your hands down on the bed, to present your buttocks in a nice approachable angle.”


While George walked over and took his position, Myrna talked to the twins: “Pay attention Girls, I want you to perform this task every week in turn.


They giggled “That’s Awesome, Grandma”


“You will be spanked with a wooden ruler until your buttocks turn pink, then twenty five more times on every cheek. This is the mandatory amount you will receive every week.”


George felt a sharp sting across his behind as Myrna gave him the first blow. “What do you say?”


“Thank you Mother”


Another blow landed on his other cheek.


“You will be required to ask for the maintenance spanking at least once a week of your own volition. Every time you forget, the amount of mandatory strokes will be doubled permanently.”


Another blow.


“You will look forward to it with anticipation and regard with gratitude for not being more severe.”


Another blow


“Speaking of more severe. The use of the ruler is a token of kindness. There will be paddles and whips and of course my trusty cane waiting for you in case we have reason to doubt your diligence and commitment. There will also be a increased number of strokes for mistakes made throughout the week. This should act as sufficient motivation for you.”


George winced as another blow struck him.


“Don’t whine! Didn’t I just explain that this is all for your benefit? What do you say?”


“Thank you Mother”


“Do you believe this will be good for you?”


George desperately tried to anticipate when she would strike again so he would not show any sign of discomfort.


“Yes, Mother.”


“Then wouldn’t you agree that you should ask at least twice a week, during the time of your intensive training?”


George was feeling incredibly helpless right now. He tried so hard not to make his situation worse, but it appeared Myrna loved to add to his plight at any given circumstance. Of course there was only one possible answer.


“Yes, Mother”


“Good. How many times will you ask?”


“Twice a week, Mother”


Another blow struck his behind


“I said AT LEAST two times. How many times?”


“Three times a week Mother… at least!”


“One time for each of us. The Girls can certainly use the practice. What else?”


What else? What else? George desperately tried to think of something that would appease her.


“Maybe we can raise the number of strokes, Mother?”


“Maybe?”


“Please can we raise the number of strokes, Mother?”


“Fine, since you insist, we will raise them to thirthy, but it is not what I had in mind, so we will also apply a nice coat of bengay after each procedure to keep the sensation fresh for a couple of hours.”


“Ewww! I’m not touching his bum!” Vivian exclaimed.


“Me neither!” Kimberly agreed


“You won’t have to girls. She will do it herself. We will only observe and confirm that an liberal amount is applied all over, especially inside her crack.” Myrna said, pushing the edge of the ruler into the cleft between George’s cheeks.


“Of course, all these additional temporary measures are not only for training purposes Georgette, they will also give you reason to look forward to the return of your dear wife, Diann.” Myrna paused, like waiting for an answer and when George didn’t say anything she gave him another swat across his cheeks.


“You will offer gratitude without cue and hesitation when someone points out something that is a benefit to you.”


“Yes, Mother, thank you Mother.”


“You will also apply ointment to your hands every evening once you have been dismissed from your duties. It will remind you not to touch yourself during the night. The delicate skin of your genitals will react quite strongly if you do.”


“Yes, Mother, thank you Mother.”


“Good! Now let us get on with the task at hand”


 She had the girls take position on either side of his behind and handed each of them a ruler. “There you go girls. Make sure to cover her buttocks all over with swift blows. Once they are nice and pink, I will show you how to administer the maintenance spanking and then we will observe how the ointment works.”


The Girls giggled, the strokes came in rapid succession and Myrna seemed to be very pleased with their performance.


George was in tears before the real spanking even began...

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