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Mom's Unique Punishment - Part 13
🕑 Added 2020-06-30 06:59:23 +0000 UTCFinally the golf tournament or match thing was over. I think Tiger won
but I wasn't really that sure. Even when I played sports I was never
all that interested in golf.
"Boy, that Tiger is something. He can really hit that ball."
"Yeah, I guess." I answered somewhat disinterestedly.
"I can tell you're not into golf. I guess it's a guy thing." Jason said
evidently without much thought since he knew I was still a guy despite
my clothing and outward appearance. However, his next comments made me
realize he still knew I was a boy. "But I can see why you wouldn't be
into guy things anyway. I mean you look so natural and pretty just
sitting there in your dress. I couldn't imagine you any other way now."
"Really?" I asked somewhat surprised at his astuteness.
"Yeah, really. I mean after last night how could I think otherwise. You
were certainly one of the cutest girls at the dance and today none of
the girls at church looked anywhere as nice as you did. And even just
sitting here, you look really, really cute."
As he spoke he moved a bit closer to me and gave me one of those looks
that teenage boys give to teenage girls. He started to move in closer
to me as if he was trying to kiss me. I thought it must be my
imagination at work since I couldn't imagine Jason wanting to kiss me
again. However, he kept moving closer and closer.
"Jason, what are you doing?" I asked as I backed away a bit.
"You know what I'm doing. I'm trying to kiss you. I think I deserve a
little something for all I did for you this weekend, don't you?"
"And what do I deserve for making your lunch and serving you like I
did?" I asked.
"Well, since you asked I think you deserve a nice big kiss too." And
with that said, he moved in and kissed me flush on the lips. He moved
so quickly I had no chance to react before I could feel his lips
pressing against mine.
This kiss was different too. It wasn't like the kiss last night at the
dance. That one was soft and brief, almost tender. And it wasn't like
the first one he gave me either. That one was more of a goof in my
mind. No, this kiss was more meaningful, more serious, and more
intense. Although I wasn't very experienced in kissing or for that
matter anything else, I found myself responding despite something
inside of me telling me to move away. I didn't even know if we kissed
for two seconds or two minutes. It was almost like I lost my sense of
timing but then I recovered and got very nervous. I had a feeling of
helplessness as I sat there next to Jason with our lips still locked
together. Gradually I mustered enough courage to move my lips away from
his.
"Jason, stop. This isn't funny. You shouldn't be kissing me like this.
. We're kind of related you know?"
"I know it's not funny. I really like you this way, Danielle. I mean
you really turn me on. I can't help it."
"Jason, no. You don't really mean that. I mean we're both boys and boys
shouldn't kiss other boys."
"I do mean it, Dani. I really do." And with that he moved in and kissed
me again. This time with more intensity than the first kiss. And his
tongue pressed against my lips struggling to part them so he could
explore further into my mouth. "I don't even think of you as a boy. I
mean just look at yourself. You're way too pretty and cute to be a boy.
And besides, you don't act or dress like any other boy I know."
I felt all tingly inside as our lips pressed together. It was a feeling
totally foreign to me and I wasn't sure how to react. Jason, however,
seemed more confident and assured of himself as his hand slowly found
the way to my nylon-clad knee. I may not be a real girl but at that
moment I knew my job was to keep his right where it was. I remembered
enough of my conversations with my girlfriends and even with my mom to
know exactly what was on Jason's mind. And I can assure you it had
nothing to do with golf or with Tiger Woods. At that moment Jason was
thinking of how to get his hands all over me.
I rested my hand on his and applied some light pressure so he knew my
intentions. Despite this subtle message, he continued to kiss me.
"Danielle, don't be such a prude. Why don't you show me how much you
appreciated our date last night? I don't think I'm asking too much for
all I did for you. Even your girlfriends were impressed with me. I
could tell. I'm sure they all treated their dates very well after the
dance."
"I did appreciate it but that doesn't mean I have to do anything you
want. Besides, I'm not that kind of girl." If the moment wasn't so
tense I'm sure I would have burst out laughing at my comment since in
reality I wasn't any kind of girl. But somehow I sensed this wasn't a
laughing matter. I may not be 100% girl but I could tell Jason either
thought of me as one or he didn't care that I wasn't. That look he gave
me convinced me he was on the prowl.
"Well I told you I expected something in return and you know what I
meant. Now just be a good girl and let's have some fun."
Pushing him away, I shouted. "Jason, that's disgusting. Just behave
yourself. I'm not going to do anything with you, so just stop it this
instance. You're really getting a bit carried away."
"No I'm not getting carried away. I think its time for you to behave
yourself and act like my girlfriend. That is unless you want me to call
some of your girlfriends that I met last night and tell them the truth
about their little friend, Danielle. Now you wouldn't want that to
happen, would you?"
"No. You wouldn't. You couldn't do that to me, could you, Jason? That
would be just horrid of you." I asked incredulously.
"Well I don't want to but I could and I will unless you show me a
little appreciation. Now just sit right here by me and be a good little
girl. I know you can do it. I've seen you in action and I know you're a
lot more girl than even you know. So just relax a little bit."
"Relax? It's a little hard to relax when you say threaten me with
things like calling my girlfriends."
"Listen. I don't want to be a pain either. I mean I like you a lot and
I know you like me too. It's just you're still a little bit chicken
about it. I guess it's hard for you to admit you like a boy. And
besides why can't we experiment a little if we both feel that way. I
mean I know you haven't had much experience in any of this stuff and
I'm kind of new at it myself so this is like a good opportunity for us
both. And I plan to take advantage of it. And you don't really have
much of a choice so why don't you just relax and go with the flow."
I was a bit stunned by his comments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I really
did like him. I mean all the girls thought he was really cute and I had
to admit that I did too. Besides, he did have me over a barrel since
there was no way I could ever let him say anything to my friends. That
would be much worse than anything he had in store for me today. As I
was sitting there contemplating all of these issues, Jason moved in
closer to me once again. I knew I couldn't really resist so I just
resigned myself to follow his lead. As we started kissing, I again felt
his hand on my knee. He gently started rubbing my thigh as his lips
parted mine and our tongues met. As we continued in our deep kiss I was
surprised to feel him remove his hand from my leg. My relief was short
lived however. In a flash, he took my hand and moved it over to his
lap. Within seconds my hand was resting on his thing. I wanted to
immediately remove it but I knew it would be to no avail so I just left
it there. His kissing grew more intense and I could feel his thing
springing into action. And I certainly wasn't talking about the season
of spring, either.
Since I had the same equipment as Jason, I fully realized what was
happening but I still found myself surprised with this development. How
could I be turning on another boy? How could he be getting hard with
just my hand resting gently on his thing? Then to make matters even
more confusing, Jason somehow managed to unzip his pants during one
long kiss, freeing his rod from the confines of his underwear. I caught
a glimpse of it and wanted to scream for help but I just kept quiet.
Jason slowly proceeded to gently guide my hand onto his stiff shaft. I
wanted to keep my hand where it was but slowly I allowed him to guide
it to his intended target. Within a few brief, awkward minutes, I found
myself holding a boy's thing with my manicured fingers. I wanted to
move it away quickly but for some strange reason I didn't. I just sat
there holding Jason's rod as he continued to kiss me passionately..
"Oh, Dani. That feels so good. You have such a gentle touch. That's it.
Just keep rubbing in like that."
Rubbing it? I didn't even realize my hand was moving up and down his
shaft but somehow it was. I was doing that without even realizing my
actions. I tried to relax my hold on his throbbing organ but magically
my hand just stayed there gripping and massaging his engorged penis.
Jason started moving his groin up and down and his shaft responded by
growing even larger, which really surprised me since it already seemed
quite big to me. I knew for sure it was a lot bigger than mine ever
was. I could feel a slight twinge starting in my panties but it was
nothing like Jason's throbbing organ. My excitement was much less and I
was relieved that his hand was no longer searching under my skirt. At
least I only had one thing to worry about instead of two. Jason was
moaning and making all kinds of goofy sounds as he continued moving up
and down. By now he removed his hand from mine but I still just kept my
hand there. Gradually, very gradually I continued to move my hand in
rhythm with his movements. As I squeezed his organ a little harder I
could feel it twitch and respond to my touch. I couldn't believe I was
in this predicament. I always imagined my first sexual encounter would
involve a girl that I liked and it would have been her hand going down
my pants. Never in a million years did I think the roles would be
completely reversed and that I would be the one with my hands on my
boyfriend's thing. Jason's increasing moaning, however, left little
doubt as to whose hand was where. Even if I wanted to believe
otherwise, there was no way I could deny that I was the girl in this
scenario.
"Yeah, Danielle. That's it. That's it. Oh man, you're driving me crazy.
I just love the way you touch me like that."
I could feel his penis throbbing more and more and I kind of knew that
he must be close to coming so I moved my free hand up higher to catch
whatever shot out so it didn't get all over my dress or the couch. I
sure didn't want to have to explain those stains to my mom. God forbid.
That would have been way too embarrassing. So here I was worrying about
all these housekeeping items, as Jason was in ecstasy. Girls have to
think of everything while guys just worry about getting off. Jason sure
wasn't worry about where his load would land.
Jason started making some loud sounds that almost scared me. He sounded
like a cow in labor or something. It was a really weird noise. And then
in one or two seconds, I could feel his penis contract in my hand. The
next thing I knew his penis was throbbing and my hand was quickly
covered in a warm, sticky gooey fluid. It was all over my hands and
fingers and I tried to use my one hand to guide his ejaculation to my
other hand. After a few more squirts I knew he was pretty much done and
I had somehow managed to catch all of it in my hands. At least the
couch and my dress were safe and clean.
I just kind of sat there with his load in my hand for a few minutes
still stunned at what had just transpired. I was still in a semi state
of denial. Jason, however, remained in a state of excitement and kept
talking about how great it was and stuff like that. By now the only
thing I could think about was how sticky my hands felt with all his
sperm just sitting there.
"I have to go wash this stuff off my hands. It's disgusting." I said as
I regained my composure.
"What does it feel like? I mean does it feel funny? Is it really
slimy?" Jason asked.
"I don't know. I didn't really think about it but I guess it feels
slimy and icky if you really want to know. I should get it all over you
so you can feel it yourself. Here, want to feel it?" I said as I
started to move my hand closer to his face.
"No way." Jason said as he backed away from me. Some big, brave boy he
is, I thought with a smile.
And it smells funny too." I said as I got up to go into the kitchen. I
wanted to fix my dress since it was all pulled up but couldn't since
both my hands were wet and sticky with Jason's load.
"Wow. You look sexy that way with your dress all hiked up like that."
Jason said as he noticed my dress. "Cute panties, too."
Boys! I couldn't help but think how creepy boys could be as I walked
into the kitchen to wash his load off my hands. Boys certainly do have
a one-track mind. That was quite evident by his comments and the
actions that preceded it.
After I washed up, I decided to clean up the lunch dishes and wash the
frying pan. I knew mom expected the house to be just like she left it.
It took me quite awhile to wash everything, dry the dishes, put them
all away and clean up the stove and the countertops. Jason stayed
inside, naturally. When I finished the dishes I decided to head
upstairs to change.
Hey, where you going?"
I'm going upstairs to change, if that's okay with you." I retorted with some
anger evident in my voice.
"Sure, that's sound like a good idea. Let's go." With that Jason got up and
started following me upstairs.
"Jason, I said I'm going to change. I don't need you to help me change. I'm
quite capable to do it myself. You could have helped me with the dishes and
cleaning up if you really wanted to do something."
"I know you don't need my help to change. I just figured I'd watch. I never
watched a girl undress before. I thought I might learn something."
"Jason, that's so embarrassing. I don't want you to watch me change and see me
in my underwear and all. That's a personal thing."
"Yup. But it's not as personal as your little secret though. Now that is
something that is really personal. If that got out, it would create quite a
stir, wouldn't it?"
"Oh, alright. Do what you want." I said knowing I had no other option as I
walked hastily up the stairs to my messy room, hoping he would change his mind
and just leave me alone. But the sound of Jason's footsteps on the stairs right
behind me left little chance of that happening.
When I got to my room I thought for a second or two what I wanted to wear and I
opted just for a cute pair of shorts and a summer top. I kicked off my heels and
opened my drawer and removed a pretty pair of teal blue shorts and a white and
teal sleeveless top. I was now faced with the dilemma of where to change. I
figured I'd make a dash for the bathroom and change in there before Jason
figured out what I was doing. But as I walked into the bath Jason stood right by
the door blocking my access. Realizing my ploy wouldn't work I returned to my
bedroom and laid my things on the bed.
As I stood there I realized it was almost a year since a boy has seen me in my
underwear. And that boy was my brother. I was with lots of other girls during
the year but changing in front of another boy was so much more embarrassing.
Changing in front of Jason would mean he would see me in really cute, feminine
things that only girls are supposed to wear. But I knew Jason was not going to
leave and I also knew I wanted to change out of this dress.
I took a deep breath, reached back and unzipped my dress, letting it fall from
my shoulders to my waist, exposing my pretty lace brassiere.
Jason immediately noticed my budding breasts. "Wow. You have breasts like a real
girl. That's unreal."
"Yeah. I know. It started since I've been wearing these clothes. Mom said it
might be caused from wearing bras all the time. But I think it may have
something to do with those vitamins she has me taking too."
"Do those bras hurt? They sure look uncomfortable and tight."
"Yes. Some of them are uncomfortable and they're a pain when you have to wear
them all the time. But mom says I have to wear them so I don't have a choice in
the matter. She's says its not proper for a young girl to go braless especially
in the summer. Mom says nice girls always wear a bra and that it looks trampy if
I try to go without one occasionally."
I dropped my dress to the floor and stepped out of it, picking it up to hang
back in my closet. I felt extremely awkward standing there in front of Jason in
only a bra, a pair of panties and pantyhose. I could practically feel his eyes
undressing me completely. I felt so vulnerable standing there so scantily clad.
"Man, you even look like a chick undressed. Are you sure you're really not a
girl? I can't believe you can look this good."
"Jason, please don't embarrass me. This is hard enough with you sitting there
watching me." But I figured I might as well speed up the process and get it over
with so I quickly grabbed the waistband of my pantyhose and pulled them down to
my ankles. I lifted my right foot and then my left and tossed them on my dirty
lingerie from last night that were still on the floor.
"Are those things hard to get on? They look like they come off a lot easier than
I thought."
"I don' t know. I never really think about it like that. I guess they're not
that hard to put on either. You just need to be careful that you don't' poke
your finger or toenails through them or catch them on your nails. They run easy
and then they're ruined."
"Turn around." Jason practically ordered me.
"No way." I said with as much indignation as I could muster.
"Turn around or I'll come over there and make you, little girl."
"No, I won't. And I'm not a little girl anyway."
"Okay then, have it your way." And with that he walked over and spun me around
so my butt was facing towards him. As he started to back away, I quickly turned
again to face him.
"Turn around so I can check out your butt."
"No way, butt head." I yelled.
With that Jason walked over, grabbed me and playfully threw me down on the bed.
"No one calls me butthead. Say you're sorry or else."
"I will not. Besides I'm not sorry. You're acting like a butthead anyway so the
name fits."
"Okay then. I guess I have to punish you for being a bad little girl. I can see
you still have a lot to learn about dealing with the superior sex."
He then half picked me up and before I even realized what he was doing I found
myself lying across his lap.
"Jason, just what do you think you're doing?" I yelled at him as I struggled to
get up.
"I'm going to spank you for being a bad girl and calling me a butt head until
you apologize and promise to be a good little girl for the rest of the day."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! His hand made contact with my butt through the thin
panties I was wearing. The first few whacks only seemed to hurt a little so I
wasn't all that concerned at first. But that was soon to change.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The next blows hurt more than I expected and I actually
felt my butt beginning to get sore. I couldn't see it but I could feel that my
cheeks had to be getting red already. I haven't been spanked like that since I
was two or three years old so my bottom wasn't used to getting whacked like
that.
"Jason, stop that. You're hurting me." I said in earnest as I tried to wiggle
from his grasp.
"It's supposed to hurt. That's what happens when you're bad and you have to be
spanked." He said.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more blows rained down on my tender butt cheeks. I
could almost hear the whacking sound echo through the entire bedroom and my
bottom was in pain.
Jason. That really hurts. Please stop." I cried out in true pain.
Teasing Jason hit my butt softly as he spoke. "So now you know who the boss is.
Why don't you just apologize and tell me you'll be a good little girl for the
rest of the day like I asked you to do."
"Jason, please." I begged to no avail as he smacked my bottom one more time.
WHACK! Another blow reigned down on my pantied bottom. My thin panties provided
practically no protection from his smacks and my butt felt like it was on fire
by now.
"Come on, you know what to say. Just say you're sorry for calling me a butt head
and that you promise to be a good little girl all day. Just say it now."
WHACK! This one really hurt and I could feel myself welling up with tears from
both the pain and the embarrassment. I couldn't believe that tears were running
down my cheeks like I was a little baby. My will to fight was almost totally
gone and my butt was on fire from the spanking.
"Jason, I'm sorry for calling you a butt head."
"And?" Jason said as he patted my butt as a subtle warning for me to say the
rest of his stupid request. He really wanted me to say that I would be a good
little girl.
I hesitated for a few seconds since I still did not want to tell him I would be
a good little girl. He just wanted to embarrass me even more.
WHACK!
My butt was so sore that each new whack hurt more and more. This final blow was
too much and immediately complied with the final part of his instructions in a
tearful voice.
"And I promise to be a good little girl all day." I wailed.
"See. That wasn't so hard now was it? It's good for you to realize that you
really are just a little girl but it was cute that you tried so hard to resist
saying it. So do you want to sit up now like a big girl?"
"Jason, come one now. Don't be a jerk. I said what you wanted so please let me
up. I can't believe you spanked me like some baby. Please let me up." I cried.
"Okay. You can get up. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said as he released me
from his grip.
I got up immediately and unconsciously started rubbing my very sore behind.
"You want Jason to kiss it and make it all better?" He said in a combination of
humor and teasing.
"No. Can I have my clothes so I can get dressed?" I asked hesitantly.
"Sure in a few minutes...Just go stand by your dresser and turn around for me
and pose. I want to see how you look. Remember? That's why you got your spanking
in the first place. And you promised to be a good little girl all day and to do
what you're told, right?"
"Yes. But I only said that since you were spanking me." I said with little
enthusiasm as I moved over to my dresser. I felt funny standing there in my bra
and panties and wasn't all that happy that Jason wanted me to pose. I still
wasn't used to having a boy see me dressed or should I say undressed like this.
Somehow I felt standing around in front of a boy wearing only panties and a bra
is a bit too intimate. However, a part of me also found it enticing and
exciting. Imagine some boy wanting me to pose for him. It kind of reminded me of
the day Mikey's friends came over and we teased them with our sexy clothes and
stuff. So I stood there with my hand on my hip and very slowly turned around.
"You know you look good from the back too and you're practically wearing nothing
at all. You could even wear a bikini to the beach and no one would know a thing.
You have a really good figure. Have you gone to the beach yet?"
"No, not yet. I'm not really sure I want to go to the beach anymore." I
answered.
"Maybe you can wear one when we go to Florida in a few weeks on our family
vacation. I just know you'll look really hot in one of those little bikinis." Oh
my God, he's right. I almost forgot that mom told me we'd be going to Disney
World for vacation with Jason and my aunt. Every few years we always went away
together and this summer was one of those times. But, Jason now was thinking of
me as a girl and he wants me to pack a bikini to wear on vacation. How would I
ever survive an entire vacation with him and my stupid brother? As I was
contemplating this new development, Jason walked over towards me. I could see
him looking in my open dresser drawers that were filled with all my under
things. Picking up one of my cute, scanty pairs of lace panties, he had a big
smile on his face.
"Wow. You wear all this sexy stuff? These panties seem awfully small. And you
sure have a lot of underwear. What is all this stuff?"
"Jason, those are my personal things. Get your mitts off my panties."
"Hey, at least you're not wearing them so calm down. Or would you rather that I
touch the cute ones you have on now. Do you really wear all these frilly things?
What's this?" He said holding up one of my camisoles.
"If you must know it's a camisole. Girls wear them under certain types of tops.
God, you're so nosy." I reached over and snatched my camisole from his hand.
"How would you like it if I put my hand in your drawers and touched all your
underwear."
Jason immediately started laughing and then it dawned on me how that must have
sounded especially considering what had just transpired between the two of us. I
blushed a bright red as he continued laughing his head off.
"Dani, if you remember correctly, you already had your hands in my drawers and
you certainly got to touch some of my things as well, not to mention a few body
parts. I'm sure you remember that since it just happened. I sure have
forgotten."
"Oh, I remember alright, but don't forget that you made me do that too so don't
be such a wise guy." I answered with my head down. I couldn't even muster the
courage to look him in the eyes as he stood there smirking.
"Well, maybe I made you in the beginning but you got into it after that. I could
tell. You liked all the attention. You liked it last night at the dance and you
liked what we did today. You're just too afraid to admit it. You're afraid to
admit that you like being a girl."
"Sure I enjoyed last night. I'll admit that. But going to my first real dance
was something special and I got to wear my new dress and everything. And you
were so nice last night and then today you turn into a big jerk."
"I'm sorry." Jason said as he took me in his arms and hugged me. "I didn't mean
to be a jerk. It's just you're so pretty and I couldn't help myself. Besides
this is good for you too. I mean, trust me, guys are going to hit on you and
stuff all the time considering how cute you are so at least you'll have some
experience and kind of know what to do. And believe me, you did it pretty good,
too. I really liked the way you touched me."
"I guess that's true." I said as my head continued to rest on Jason's chest.
Jason pulled away slightly and looked at me and surprised me by giving me a warm
kiss.
With out bodies pressed together and with me still in only my bra and panties, I
could instantly feel his rod growing bigger once again in his pants. I was
hoping that another lesson wasn't about to start. One was enough for the day.
Jason must have sensed my uncomfortable ness.
"Don't get nervous. I'm not going to do anything."
"Thanks. Can I put on my shorts now?" I asked in a hopeful voice, surprised that
I was actually asking Jason if I could get dressed but I didn't want to risk
another spanking or even worse another sex session. I figured that if I were
dressed in something less revealing his urges may be lessened.
"I was hoping you'd wear one of your short skirts for me today. If you do that,
you can get dressed."
Seeing little choice I agreed. Even I knew that wearing a mini skirt is still a
lot better than standing around in thin panties. I think this was a lesson every
girl knew at a very young age; even girls who were really boys knew this fact.
So I grabbed a denim mini skirt and a top from my closet and in a flash put them
on. I think I must have set some type of record for speed dressing but I didn't
want to stand there for one second longer wearing my underwear especially after
that last kiss and embrace.
Just as I finished I heard a car horn beep in the driveway so I figured my
mother and aunt were finally back from their outing. Somehow I was glad to have
the company of a few other women.
