Danny's Story

By Jabberwock

Danny tells of his meeting with Sheila's mother and the beating she gives him.

After my beating and total humiliation at Sheila's hands I became her panty slave. To be perfectly honest, I was not entirely unwilling in this. She had made me love and respect her for her strength and dominance and I worshipped her unquestioningly. As a symbol of her power over me, I was made to wear panties at all times, sometimes nothing but them, other times in combination with other items of lingerie. I found wearing her undies quite erotic, but never got over the shame of having to parade around in front of her wearing lingerie.

I think that was the idea.

Sheila would still slap me around when I displeased her or when she felt like it, but she had obviously lost interest in boxing with me

since I presented no challenge at all. Her main uses for me were cooking, cleaning, doing her laundry and providing amusement.

One day, Sheila announced that her mother would be coming to stay with us and that I would have to prepare the spare bedroom for a guest. I couldn't bring myself to ask the question for several days, though, and went about my business cleaning the house, doing the laundry and cooking with growing apprehension. Finally, the evening before her mother was due to arrive, Sheila answered my unasked question. "Danny, while Mother is here, there will be no change in the daily routine around here, your duties and obligations will remain the same." "But what..what about...", I stammered, unable to get the words out. I looked down at my panties. She understood and said, "Sorry Danny. Until you can whip me in a fair fight, that's the way you must dress when you're in this house. You need to earn the right to wear man's clothes." And that was that, my worst fears confirmed. I would have to display my shame for Sheila's mother. I hoped she would be understanding. I had no idea how wrong that hope would be.

Bonnie, Sheila's mother, was an attractive blonde woman in her mid-forties. She was of medium height, shorter than I and much shorter than her tall daughter, and, while not slim was not fat either, with her youthful curves mostly intact. She took an instant dislike to me and let me know that she didn't share her daughter's attraction to sissified men and that I had better behave myself in her presence or else. She didn't need to say what the "or else" was, I could hear in her tone and see in her hands-on-hips stance that she meant business. I sheepishly promised to obey and made a ridiculous attempt to cover my panties with my hands. She looked at me in disgust and stalked away.

I did my best to stay out of Bonnie's way and still attend to my duties. One night, Sheila had me dress up as a French Maid in stockings and garter belt, bra, slip and maid's dress and cook and serve a fancy dinner to the two women. She didn't do this often; I think she was showing off her power over me to her mother. Sheila chuckled at my outfit and teased me about being a sissy, and tossed some other insults in my direction but Bonnie just glared at me with a threatening look. I did my best to be inconspicuous.

Bonnie was dressed in pants and a short sweater that rode up a bit in back when she leaned forward exposing a segment of bare skin. As I passed behind her while serving the soup I noticed that the waistband of her panties was visible above the top of her pants in back. The waistband was creamy white lace and I could barely see some satiny pink material below it. My cock grew instantly hard and I had trouble swallowing. Throughout the meal, I kept thinking of those panties and tried to maneuver around behind Bonnie to steal a glance at them as often as possible.

From then on, I kept fantasizing about Bonnie and her panties. I offered to do her laundry for her in hopes of getting my hands on them, but she only let me do her regular clothes and would not let me touch her lingerie, preferring to wash her dainty things herself.

One day, Bonnie and Sheila left to go shopping and to a movie. I had the afternoon to myself. I waited until they had been gone for an hour and then stole into the spare bedroom where Bonnie was staying. I slid open the top dresser drawer and there, before my eyes, was the most beautiful collection of fancy lingerie I had ever seen. Bonnie apparently only bought the highest quality, silkiest, most beautiful underwear available for women. Her taste was appropriate to her age and figure, her briefs quietly elegant, her slips and bras conservative in style. I fingered her stack of panties and found the beautiful white she had been wearing the night of the dinner and held them up. They were made from a silky satiny material , with fancy lace panels at the legs and waistband. I slipped off the panties I was wearing and put the fancy ones on. That was when a sound at the door made me whirl around in horror.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Sheila and Bonnie were standing at the door of the room staring at me. I had been so preoccupied with the panties that I didn't hear them come in. Sheila had a smirk on her face, but Bonnie looked furious. She walked quickly into the room and swung her right hand around in a big arc and slapped me hard in the left cheek and followed that up with a backhand across the other side whipping me half around and staggering me. "How dare you steal my panties?" she demanded grabbing me by the arm and jerking me around to face her. "ANSWER ME!"

"I..I..I..I'm s-s-sorry" was the best I could manage and it wasn't nearly good enough. My head snapped from side to side as she delivered several more ringing slaps. "You're going to be a lot sorrier when I get through with you!" she promised and she drew back her right fist and drove it forward right into my mouth sending me crashing backwards to the floor.

I cowered on the floor expecting to feel her hands grab me and jerk me to my feet but I didn't. She stood over me, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt. "You're really in trouble now, buster," she said, stepping out of her slip. Now dressed only in bra and flowered panties, her large but still firm boobs seeming to taunt me, she came forward and stood over me with her fists clenched and ready.

"Get up" she said quietly but firmly. Knowing what was about to happen, but unable to stop it, I started to cry. "Please Bonnie," I blubbered, "...don't...no, please. I'm sorry...I won't do it again...I promise..."

"Oh, are you crying now?" she asked, tauntingly, "I'll give you something to really cry about!" WHAM! She decked me with a wicked left to the jaw. She circled me waiting for me to rise, and when I didn't, she grabbed my hair and the front of my panties and hoisted me to my feet again. "Come on, sissy boy," she hissed, "Stand up and fight. I'm going to teach you a lesson you never forget." Holding my hair, she slapped me several times, and then drove a fist into my stomach followed by a strong uppercut which sent me spinning out of the room and down the hall. Bonnie followed me out and proceeded to punch and slap me all over the house and out the back door into the yard.

I lay in the grass dazed and sobbing, unable to move from the pain and humiliation of the beating I had taken. Bonnie and Sheila came and stood over me, hands on hips surveying Bonnie's handiwork. My nose was bleeding and my lip was shredded and bleeding. My left eye was swollen shut and the right one puffy and starting to discolor. Blood and tears mingled on my face along with cuts and bruises. I was a mess; she had really worked me over. Bonnie knelt down, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me to my knees. I was so frightened of her by this time that I involuntarily emptied my bladder, wetting my panties and causing urine to run down my legs.

"Didn't I warn you to keep your hands off my panties?" she asked.

"Y-y-yes", I spit out through my swollen lips.

"Then you got exactly what you deserved, didn't you?"

"Y-yes." I lowered my eyes, glancing at the panties I still wore. "I p-promise I'll n-n-never do it ag-g-gain."

"Good," said Bonnie. "If you do, you know what you're going to get, right? I'll gladly work you over as many times as I have to until you learn."

I nodded. I stared at this beautiful blond woman, standing there in her bra and flowered panties, her boobs dangling in my face as she leaned over my kneeling form and hissed out her threat. I believed her.

"All right." She straightened up, still holding my hair and drew back her right fist. "Nighty night, sissy boy," she said and launched a beautiful punch to my face and everything went dark.

I came to in Sheila's bed with her leaning over me treating my cuts. She didn't have much sympathy, repeated that I deserved everything I had gotten and expressing the hope that I had learned my lesson. I certainly had.