Training and Changing

This is the second of a three part series. Comments from readers would be dearly welcomed. Send comments to: messalina42@hotmail.com

Training and Changing: Part two. (Transgender/Control) Subtitle: Jenny Gets a Sister, and a Pair of Big Surprises. Type: transgender/female dominant (ff/m ff mm) by: Jenny Moreau

James had been back in men's clothes, doing men's things, and having Jenny bend over for him regularly for several months. Things looked and should have been fine. Consults with Dr. Jackson indicated that he had indeed been cured of his violent tendencies which had been the aim of the whole program of the previous year and a half, but for James there were questions.

James had done his best; everyone thought so and said so. He was happy -- sort of. But there was one thing he was having difficulty with. He missed being a girl. He still donned dresses on occasion. He still wore his hair long for the times when he could play dress up, but it wasn't enough. He was not dissatisfied with his flaxen haired wife. She thrilled him. But it thrilled him more when Mel made him kneel in front of him and pull his pants down. It thrilled him more when it was he doing the bending over while Mel screwed him royally from behind. But what could he do; he was married -- to Jenny. He had to tell her. Gawd he hated the idea of having to do that. She was going to kill him; he was sure of it. And Jane...

Jane had moved in permanently of course. His lesbian sister-in-law had his wife more often than he did. It was a wonder that Jenny had not been worn to a frazzle. And Jane had been good to him too after her fashion. He was not jealous of her that was a dead mortal fact. Jane had even let him fuck her a few times when the three of them played together; she had the tightest cunt for such a big girl, he thought. It should have been bliss. It almost was. Now he was going to blow it; he was going to tell Jenny he wanted to be operated on -- changed -- permanently. She was going to kill him. Maybe she'd let him fall on his sword...no she would whip him to death with her strap, and he was so pussywhipped that he would have zero options but to let her. He hadn't felt the strap in several weeks now. Jenny disciplined him every once in a while just to let him know who was wearing the pants in the family. It was unnecessary, of course, he'd long relinquished any pretense that it was himself. Jane spanked him too on occasion, but less often than did his wife. And he had just heard earlier this day that there was to be a complication in their lives.

Jenny and Jane had a pair of cousins. Children of their, aunt, aunt Millie. Jenny had not seen Julia and Tad since they were little; the result of her having moved to the coast with James some years earlier when the children were still in early grade school. Now it seemed, that because of financial troubles, Jenny and Jane had been asked to take them in. Jane had lobbied for the children to be allowed to come out West. Jenny had agreed without noticeable hesitation. She liked children, and although Tad was fourteen and Julia was twelve, the idea intrigued her. It made James nervous; but he had no say. He wondered how it would curtail their adventurous sex lives. And now... With the announcement he was going to make. Jenny was going to kill him! The notion kept ringing within the walls of his cranium. Well, if it had to be done, it had to be done without delay. He was going to make it work -- somehow. He kept repeating the idea to himself as though it were a mantra that somehow would, could, influence his dominating wife, and her only slightly less merciless cohort, her sister Jane. He headed downstairs to tell his wife.

"What do you think, Jenny, Julia could have the spare bedroom and we could turn the game room in the basement into another bedroom for Tad?" asked Jane rhetorically.

"Yes, I think it's a good idea. Really the only solution." Jenny looked at her sister and smirked. "You know, having the kids here is going to curtail a lot of our -- activities."

"I know. Can't be helped. I think the one that will be affected the most will be James. He does so like to dress up sometimes. I guess he won't be able to do that anymore."

"Hmm -- yes, but he'll get over it -- I hope," said Jenny clearly only half convinced.

"Well, he'll have to, but I think we are going to have to be extra sweet to him for a while so he doesn't feel wronged by all of this," said Jane

"Jane, he's a big boy. He understands responsibility. Besides, he'll do what I want him to do," said Jenny smugly.

Just as Jane was about to bring up a point, James walked in. "Hi," he said looking from one to the other. His tone of voice might have been best described as unsure. "Can I talk to you, Jenny, for just a moment?"

Jenny eyed him. His demeanor was such as caused her to be suspicious. "Okay James," she said.

"Jenny," he began not even waiting for Jane to exit the room. "Something's been on my mind, and I've just got to get it out. You might be mad, but I've got to talk about it. I've just got to," he said with finality. Jenny motioned Jane to sit back down, and James didn't make any sign that he cared, so she did.

"And that is, James?"

"Jenny, I want to be a girl." There he'd said it. The fat was in the fire. The sparks could fly now, and he'd weather the storm somehow -- unless she killed him.

"Well, you can dress up tonight if you want, James. You can even have a date with Mel if you like; it might be a while before you can do it again, at least around here..."

"No, you don't understand, Jen, I want to be a girl! I want an operation. I want to be a girl permanently." Now he'd said it.

Jenny just sat there as the realization of what her husband had just said sank in. He'd not surprised her very often in these past many months, but now he had. "Are you serious! You mean you want your dick cut off!? You want a real vagina?"

"Yes." He said it with a confidence born of long conversations with himself.

"I see."

"Wow!" said Jane in a voice that was almost a whisper. "Another pussy around here. It might be fun."

"Are you nuts, Jane? The kids will be here tomorrow! There is no way we'd be able to convince them that they'd somehow been mistaken and didn't really have an uncle at all! Oh boy, this is going to be a problem."

"Hey, where there is a will there is a way. We'll figure something out. But I have a question for James," said Jane calmly. "why?"

"I'm not sure Jane. But Jenny, you remember when we first went to Dr. Jackson. She said my aggression might have been caused by the fact that I was jealous of your beauty?"

"Yes?"

"Well, that's the only thing I can come up with. I want to be like you. I want to have breasts for my lover to suck. I want to feel his fingers probe my pussy. I want to be mastered and fucked, and cuddled, and oh you know all of the things that girls get."

"I see. And you realize you'd never be able to fuck me again. That has occurred to you?"

"Well -- yes -- I wouldn't be able to fuck you with my dick gone, but I'd still be able to make love to you just like always. And I'd still beg to be able to serve you just as I do now. So -- will you -- will you let me?" asked James in a pleading voice. He dropped to his knees as he usually did when he wanted something really badly.

"James have you really thought this over? You know once it's gone, you're not getting it back."

"I know. I'm committed."

"Wow!" said Jane again in her same low voice. "A transgender operation in the family. I like it," she said brightly.

Jenny looked at her sister with a strange expression on her countenance. "You can say that, Jane. It's not your husband who wants to have his dick cut off. Still, I guess it's my fault for showing you how much fun it is to be a girl. Okay James. We'll talk to doctor Jackson as soon as I can make an appointment. We aren't going into something this big without counseling -- for both of us."

"Oh thank you, Jen," said her husband fervently. I knew you'd understand, help. I will be your willing slave forever for this."

"James, you already are my slave, and don't you forget it."

"No ma'am. Never."

Julia and Tad arrived on time and with all of the baggage they would need for an extended stay. Their first impression was a good one. Aunt Jenny and aunt Jane were going out of their way to make them feel that they belonged.

After their long flight, and the climax of the settling in process, the two youngsters took a week to get into the swing of things. For their part, Jenny and Jane had been pleased with the way that Tad and Julia had gotten to used to being in their new environment. James too had immediately felt a fondness for the duo. He was more concerned than the ladies were about how the children would react to the changes that they would soon be a witness to. Anyway, he was committed, and nothing was going to stand in his way of becoming all of the woman he could be.

It was on the eighth night of their stay that the girl and the boy accidentally witnessed something that would change their relationship with each other.

Julia and Tad had been told, by aunt Jane that they could use the pool at any time they wished -- this after their aunt had ascertained that both of them could swim. Although it was fairly late that Tuesday night, the two of them had decided to swim and hang out at the pool. They were taking care not to be loud so as not to disturb anyone in the house.

"This is nice out here isn't it Tad?" asked Julia.

"Yeah, I really like it. It's so warm tonight; the pool was a good idea sis."

"Of course. It was my idea' wasn't it?" she retorted smugly.

"Yes. Yes. It was a good idea, and it was' your idea. I admit it."

"Good. Your learning," she allowed.

"Do you think our aunts like us, Julia?"

"Yes. I think so. I mean they seem to. I think uncle James likes us too. He's such a sweet person. Dontcha think, Tad?"

"Umm -- yes. I suppose so. But I must say, sometimes he looks at me funny. I don't know why. In fact I'm not even sure I'm right. I'm probably just not used to the way it's done in California. You know..."

"Wait! Did you hear something?"

"No."

"There. Do you hear it now?" asked the twelve year old girl.

"Yeah. A kind of a slapping sound or something."

"Let's go look."

"Okay."

The two juniors got up from their deck chairs and walked quietly toward the far right part of the house. The sound was coming from Jenny and James' bedroom, or so it seemed. They eased up to a window to see what they could. neither of the two youths thought it strange that they were peeping through adults' private window; their age, they thought, would excuse whatever childish behavior that they might be guilty of.

Neither Julia nor Tad could speak. The proverbial cat had gotten their tongues. There before their eyes, their aunt Jenny had their uncle, stripped naked, over her knees and was spanking him with a nasty looking hairbrush. Each time the instrument descended, their uncle James would buck and cry out through what looked like female panties stuffed into his mouth. Tad especially seemed mesmerized by the beautiful blond woman in the short black skirt and the simple sleeveless white blouse. Her ponytail would kind of swish every time she swung her arm to deliver a blow to her husband's buns. Gawd, she was beautiful he thought. The two children continued to watch as the pace of their uncle's spanking picked up. Hi body was semi-ridged now with what must have been stinging pain. His toes were dancing a tattoo on the floor as he tried to stretch is buttocks in a vain effort to make the brush hit a spot not already aflame. He began to keep up a steady shivering-like movement with his body; a clear sign of his distress. His buttocks were crimson and it contrasted radically with the porcelain whiteness of the rest of him. Soon it was over. Their aunt Jenny put down the brush and massaged the tortured buttocks of their uncle. They were speaking now in the room. Aunt Jenny was pointing to a corner. A thoroughly cowed and punished uncle marched over to where his wife indicated, still naked, and stuck his face in the corner as would any punished little boy. The two nervous teens just looked at each other and moved back to the pool area.

"Did you see what I saw?" asked Tad of his sister.

"I was there wasn't I?" she rejoined. "I wonder why uncle James let's his wife spank him like that?" asked Julia rhetorically.

Tad just looked at the ground and didn't answer.

"What?" asked his sister noticing the strange behavior of her fourteen year old brother. "What? Are you all right Tad?"

Tad found it hard to look his sister in the eyes. He hoped she didn't notice his raging seven inch hardon. He was glad it was dark. He was sure, that even with the pool lights, that his sister could not see the red color that now washed his countenance.

"Tad? What is the matter? Are you gonna talk?" She was getting impatient with the strange behavior of her brother."

"Julia, I -- I -- I..."

"Tad it was just a spanking. It is not anything to freeze all up over for goodness sake. People get spankings all of the time. I guess even adults get them."

"I'm not all froze up, Julia. I -- I -- I..."

"You what Tad?"

"I was jealous of uncle James," he blurted out. "I mean being spanked by his beautiful wife. I really wished it was me there naked in front of her. Do you think I'm bad? You know, because I think my own aunt is sexy?"

"Tad! Of course your bad. She's too old for you. You ought to get a spanking for thinking thoughts like that. I've half a mind to tell auntie."

"No, no, please don't tell, Julia. I know I shouldn't feel this way. But I feel that way about most girls nowadays -- even you." Tad looked down at the ground and waited to see what reaction his sister might have to his baring of his soul.

"What! Even me! You mean you like me? You like the way I look!"

"Uh -- yes. I think you're beautiful. I know I'm not supposed to think thoughts like that, but I can't help it, like I said."

"myyy gaawwwd! Your serious." Julia sat down on the deck chair and just looked at her big brother. "I don't know what to say to you Tad. What is it you said? You said you wished it was you getting the spanking from aunt Jenny? I can't believe it."

"I can't believe it either."

"Why would you want' a spanking. You saw how uncle James was suffering. Aunt Jenny really punished his behind. Then she made him stand in the corner -- naked!"

"I don't know. Maybe that's the way adults do things. Maybe the woman is supposed to be the boss. I don't know. All I do know is that I felt really really strange when uncle James was getting it. I wanted it so bad that I could almost have gone in and begged for it."

"And you said that I make you feel I like that?" said Julia with upturned eyebrows.

"Oh yes. I would do anything to have you do me like aunt Jenny did uncle James. I never could have told you before, but -- I don't know -- seeing them doing all that stuff tonight made me want to tell you. Do you really think I'm or sick or bad or something?"

"I don't know Tad. I'm only twelve. I have to think about it. I will say that it sure made me feel funny too watching aunt Jenny give him that lickin' though. It must have hurt a lot, and he just took it. He didn't fight it; he just took it, and then stood in the corner like a little boy. I sure wish I had that kind of power too sometimes."

"You already do, Julia," said Tad still not looking her directly in the eyes.

"You really do want a spanking don't you, Tad. I mean you want me to spank you. Just like auntie did to uncle James?"

Tad remained silent.

"Well, I guess I could do that for you if you want. We'd have to be quiet about it, I mean I suppose. It wouldn't do for anyone to know that your baby sister is wailing on your buns. I mean that is what you want isn't it Tad?"

He only nodded in the affirmative.

"We'll see. Maybe on Saturday when everybody else goes to that thing at the mall. We can stay home, and -- well -- you can get yours. Would you like that? I mean really?"

Tad nodded and then spoke. "Yes, Julia, I would really like it if you would do that. Maybe train me or something."

"You've thought about this a lot haven't you Tad," said Julia realizing that she had been an object of his desire for some time.

"I guess so."

"You guess so. I don't think that there is any guessing about it. You've been thinking about me in a boy-girl way haven't you? For a long time haven't you?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay then, I guess if you like me that much, I can try to do some things for you. I don't know much about this stuff, except what we saw the tonight, but between now and Saturday, I will try to figure out something."

"I really thank you sister -- Julia..."

"I guess you should call me miss when we are alone together like this. If I am going to be the boss you're going to have to show me some respect. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh -- sure. I mean it only makes sense -- miss. Since you'll be the boss, I should show you the respect you deserve."

"Yes. Good. Then that's it. Between now and Saturday, make up your mind for sure. Once we begin you're going to be stuck. I won't let you off. But, if before Saturday you have decided that you don't really want to go through with it. that you really do not want a good spanking and stuff... Well, then we'll just forget about it. Is that fair?"

"Yes miss," said Tad relishing the very thought that his beautiful, blond, five foot tall, baby sister was going to master him and punish him. If she could only see the raging hardon he had at that moment. Well, maybe she would on Saturday. He wondered if she would strip him naked like uncle James, or if he was going to get it with his clothes still on. He'd just have to wait to find out. He was not going to make any conditions, after all it was he that was going to be on the business end of that hairbrush or whatever; he'd have no rights.

Julia was intrigued by it all. She wondered how she was going to do it. They really hadn't seen that much of uncle James' spanking. She wondered what her aunts would say, think if they knew what she and her brother had seen. It had been two days since Tad and herself had talked about what would happen on Saturday, and neither of them had mentioned it to the other since. But the looks between them spoke volumes. There was definitely an anticipation. Yes, she did indeed find that she was intrigued by it all. She made a decision.

"Hi aunt Jenny," said Julia. "Could I talk to you.?"

"Sure Julia. What's on your mind?"

"Aunt Julia, I have a little confession to make. I hope you won't be mad."

"Of course not honey. What is it? What's the big confession?"

Well -- you know how you and aunt Jane were nice enough to let Tad and me use the pool whenever we wanted?"

"No problem honey. Just be careful. Besides our home is your home. Yours and Tad's.

"Thanks aunt Jen, but it is something else. I need advice."

Now Jenny Bartlett was paying attention. It was time for any number of things in the life of a twelve year old girl, and one of those was the first menstrual cycle. "Anything baby. Just ask."

"Well okay. Well, Tad and I used the pool the other night; it was Tuesday. Well, and we heard stuff. And well, we followed the sound. Well, we saw you spanking uncle James."

Jenny felt weak in the knees. "Oh."

"Please don't be mad aunt Jenny. We didn't know what the noise was. We didn't mean to spy on you."

She was being apologetic Jenny realized. "And what must you have thought," said Jenny trying to put the best face on the disclosure and not knowing how.

"Oh, we didn't think anything aunt Jenny. Really we didn't. I mean we didn't think anything bad. I guess we thought uncle James must have been naughty or something for you to have to spank him. I don't know."

Jenny had to think fast. "I see. Well, you were right. Sometimes people are naughty, even adults, and they need to be punished for their misdeeds. Can you understand that?"

"Sure," said Julia relieved that she was getting listened to. "And that's my problem aunt Jenny. Tad saw it too, as I said, and he thinks he would like for me to punish him like you punished uncle James. He said he was actually jealous of uncle James."

Jenny was flabbergasted but didn't show it. She was feeling her way with the precocious preteen. "Jealous?"

"Yes, aunt Jenny, he thinks you are very beautiful. He wanted to ask you to punish him like you did uncle James, but he was scared. He asked me instead. He thinks I'm beautiful too."

"Well, he's right about your being pretty. But has he done something bad. I mean something he should be punished for?"

"No, not really. For some reason he says it makes him feel funny; he just wants to be spanked, just like uncle James. I guess my question is, do you think it would be all right for me to spank him? I mean I don't want to hurt him or anything, but he does so seem to want me to train him and punish him."

"I see. Well, I'm glad you came to me first. Let's see. Yes, it is okay for you to spank him, but do you even know how?"

"No."

"Okay, well, does Tad know you've talked to me?"

"No. He doesn't. I don't think he would like it. He'd be embarrassed."

"Well, that is part of it actually. If you are going to train him -- and I think it is a very good idea; boys need to be taught when they are young to obey their women -- then he is going to have to put up with any embarrassment that you want him to put up with. That is what I have done with my husband, your uncle James. I discipline him every once in a while just to let him know who's in charge."

"Could you tell me how to do it, aunt Jenny? I sure would appreciate it."

"Sure. I guess I could do that. When do you plan to do him."

"This Saturday."

"I see."

For the next half hour Jenny Bartlett instructed her niece in the fine art of female domination of the male. She almost envied her nephew, Tad. He did indeed have a beautiful and intelligent sister. If he was going to be trained by anyone, he could thank his lucky stars that it was his sister.

Julia for her part was stunned at all of the facts, methods, tools that could be related to disciplining the male ego and psyche. She had to think; she had to plan. Tad's first time being scientifically disciplined would be something that would set the tone for the future, as her aunt had told her. She had to be careful to use all of her charms and beauty to dominate the male in her charge. Now, she thought, it was definitely going to be fun. She was glad she had had the nerve to talk to her aunt. She wondered if she would tell her uncle; he'd be embarrassed if she did. She smiled at that.

Only one thing kind of bothered Julia now. Her aunt had told her that she must strip him naked for his punishment. She also told her to take off his shirt and bind his hands tightly first, or problems might occur she could not handle. She had also told her what to expect in terms of a a physical reaction from her brother and not to worry about it. She had told her too that it was up to her if she wanted to touch him or not. Since she was punishing him, it was up to her what she did with him. Jenny had also advised her not to let Tad tell her what to do. Once his hands were bound she was to tell him not to talk, and if he did to stuff his mouth with a pair of her panties. She must not show him mercy or kindness while he was being disciplined. Afterwards she was to coo over him and compliment him on how well he had done. Julia couldn't wait.

"She saw what!" Jane almost shouted.

"Calm down. It worked out rather well actually. She's going to spank her brother, and what's more I told her how to do it."

"Sweet mother of mercy! You're not worried?"

"No. Not at all. She's a very intelligent girl. She seems to get it. And Tad, well, Tad is a hot little firecracker. He's already so pussywhipped that he will do anything to please his sister. I think that this is going to work out fine if we don't force any issues. Even James' sex change is not going to be a problem if we play our cards right."

"Are you going to tell James that the kids have seen him being spanked in the altogether?"

"Probably, but not yet. I just don't want to deal with it. I already have to get used to his having a genuine pussy to fuck. The meeting with Dr. Jackson was just the first step there. James is going to be having several meeting with Dr. Gentry, who will do the surgery as you know, but that is down the line quite a piece. In any event, the kids are into to their own thing, and I think that it will facilitate our explanation of what is going to happen to James; at least I hope so."

"I hope so too. But, you really think she is mature enough to handle a man-boy like Tad. I mean he is pretty big for his age. He's already over 175 pounds, and he is at least five-ten. I mean she's so small and everything."

"Yes, from what I have gathered, he is utterly pussywhipped. He will be like putty in her hands."

"And he doesn't know that we know?"

"No. Not unless Julia has told him, and I don't think she will, at least not yet, not until after his first time with her. He's going to get his first taste of the switch before he knows anything except that Julia is going to be his boss."

"Well, he's a lucky guy that's all I can say."

"That's for sure. I just wonder what Julia is going to let him do, after she spanks him. I am kind of concerned that she might let him have her. I don't think she's ready for that yet."

"Yes. Your right. Do you think we ought to be there. I mean without them knowing it; just in case?"

"Umm, no, I don't think so. Too risky. Let them have their first time together alone."

The planned for shopping safari to the giant mall in downtown San Francisco got underway with only the adults going. The excuse for Tad and Julia was a television concert by their favorite rock star. "They just couldn't not see that.' "

A soon as the adults had left, Tad had to go to the bathroom. Julia went upstairs, but not to wait for Tad but to get ready. When Tad emerged from doing his duty, he expected to see Julia waiting for him; she wasn't. He went into the front room and clicked on the TV; his favorite rock group really was having a concert. Though he wasn't all that interested in it -- he had other things on his mind -- he figured he might as well catch some of it while he waited for his sister. The wait was lengthy.

About an hour and half passed before he heard her call him from the hallway. He clicked off the tube and went to answer her bidding. He found her in the kitchen; at least he found someone he "thought" was her.

"Gawd, Julia, you look gorgeous!"

Julia was totally made up. Eye shadow, lipstick, mascara, the works. Her copious blond locks were tied back in a very teenage ponytail. She was wearing a black mini-sheath. Her two inch heels helped to trust her very female butt out at an absolutely lascivious angle. The front of the sheath was low cut and revealed a definite cleavage between her "A" cup breasts.

"Julia, where did you get that dress?"

"It's aunt Jenny's; she's about my size you know. You really think I look good in it?"

"Wonderful. Startling really."

"Well, thank you Tad. It is nice to know all of my work didn't go for nothing." It was all Julia could do to keep from giggling.

Julia crooked her finger, and motioned her brother to follow her into the living room. He didn't need to be beckoned twice. "Stand over there in the middle of the room Tad."

"Julia -- I..."

"Oh shut up, Tad. I know, you are worried and maybe even a little afraid. Don't worry; I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to spank you. Just like uncle James got it -- well almost anyway."

"Huh?'

"Now, don't be silly. It is going to sting like crazy, but you'll survive, and you'll probably beg me for more tomorrow. Okay?"

"Uh huh."

"Good, now go stand over there like I told you or you're going to get extra."

He did as he was told. His eyes followed her as she approached him. She leisurely walked around him. It was obvious he was trying to hide the bulge in his pants. "Take off your shirt Tad, and don't talk any more unless I tell you to. Got it?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good, you haven't forgotten. But, I have decided that I want you to address me as miss Julia."

"Yes, miss Julia."

"Good. Yes, get that stinky shirt off," she ordered him as he pulled it over his head, and your shoes and socks too. She walked slowly around him one more time eyeing him and causing him to get very nervous.

For Tad it was thrilling, and a little scary, to be obeying his little sister's orders. He gathered all of the courage he could to not chicken out at the last second. He'd get through it, he told himself. Gawd she was beautiful, he thought.

She went over to a small table and pulled something out from a drawer beneath its surface. When she turned, she could see that she had several lengths of rope in her small hand. He was a little less sure of himself now, and she could see it in his eyes.

She walked very sexily up to him, swaying slightly from side to side and caressed his cheek with her free hand. She smiled encouragingly at him. "Don't be frightened brother. Take your medicine like a good boy. Trust me; I'm both your punisher and your friend. You need this, and I want to give it to you. Okay?"

"Yes, miss Julia."

"Good. Now put your hands behind your back." He did as she ordered him. He could smell the muskiness of her perfume. He was completely hers. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get. His pain would be an offering he would make as some small payment for her allowing him to worship her beauty. He was completely pussywhipped. She bound his hands very tightly; he winced. "Don't complain now, Tad. It is punishment after all; it's supposed to be uncomfortable for you." She walked around to his front and thrust her small breasts out at him, you like my tits don't you Tad? You'd like to see them wouldn't you?" She giggled as his faced turned an even darker shade of crimson. He just nodded his answer.

"Now Tad I am going to strip you naked. Please cooperate. I know it is going to be embarrassing, but that is part of it. She reached slowly forward and began fumbling with the belt of his trousers. She got it open and proceeded to unbutton his fly. She pulled his pants down to his knees.

For his part Tad had a raging hardon and it tented his underpants obscenely as he felt rather than saw her pull his jeans down. She stood up and smiled broadly at him. "Gee Tad, it seems you have a little problem doesn't it." She reached out and gave a very delicate upward tracing stroke to his still covered penis; it strained the bonds of his shorts trying to jump into her hand. She took hold of the waist band of his remaining garment and slowly peeled it down to his knees as well. "Gee Tad, it is so big. Does that mean you think I'm sexy?" She knew it did. She was only twelve, but she was not completely ignorant of what a boy's "thing" was for, and why it sometimes got big.

She knelt in front of him and pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles and had him step out of them. Tad was completely naked now in front of the pretty girl that was his sister. His hands were bound tightly behind his back. He wondered what was next. Julia went behind his back bent down and began tying his ankles together with another of the three pieces of rope she had collected from the drawer. Next she bound his knees together. He was helpless now. His fate was sealed. She walked around to his front once again.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Tad, before I spank you."

"No, miss Julia. I don't think so. But -- well -- maybe -- yes. I'm a little scared. I've never been spanked before, at least not that I remember. Is it going to hurt real bad?"

" Fraid so Tad. It's going to sting real bad. Do I need to gag you? Or, do you think you can keep your crying down so I won't have to."

"Crying!"

"Yes. I expect you to cry. It's going to hurt a lot, Tad. An awful lot."

"Julia, maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

SLAP!!

Julia's hand flashed across his face in a cruel slap. "You must remember,Tad, to call me miss Julia, or you will get extra. Now, can you remember that?" "Yes, miss Julia. I apologize. I'm just so scared."

"I understand Tad. And it's natural. But now it's time." She brought over the low chair she had selected. She had decided not to put Tad over her lap for this first spanking. It would be too hard to use the switches she'd gotten from the tree in the back yard. She placed the chair in front of Tad and directed him to bend over the back of it. Now she produced the dog collar she had purchased the day before and strapped it around his neck. She attached it to a chain that she wound around the base of the chair. Now the boy could not buck or straighten up no matter how much distress he was in. Julia stood back and admired her handiwork.

She moved around him and swayed sexily in her tight mini-sheath. She could see his penis stiff as a rod dangling in front of him. She ran her hands over her covered breasts and cooed; he was entranced. She picked the first of the green switches she had gotten and swished in the air. Oh, how it was going to sting.

Julia took up a position to his left side, raised her arm and lashed him hard across the center of his buttocks.

"Yeoooww!!" came the scream resulting from her action.

"Uh-oh, Tad. I'm afraid I'm going to have to gag you. That was just too loud." She had been prepared for this. She went to the couch and gathered a pair of her panties that she had pulled from the laundry. "Tad these panties of mine are dirty, but just consider it part of your punishment." With that she stuffed them into his mouth. She took a shoe lace from one of his shoes and used it to bind it securely in place. "There, that's better. now you can scream all you want," she said.

She took up her position once again. Now she went after his buns with a vengeance. She lashed him without mercy. On about the twentieth spank the switch broke. Tad sagged against the chair glad of the respite. His body was taut with all of his senses screaming out for help. His voice, muffled by the panties, could barely be heard by his tormentor. She was ready again.

She continued to punish him without let up. He bounced on his toes. He wiggled. He wailed into his gag. Finally Julia, his merciless sister, relented. His penis was sunken back into his body, practically invisible to anyone bothering to look. His buttocks were crisscrossed with stripes from the switches.

Julia went and sat down for a few moments -- advice given to her by her aunt: "Leave him in his position for a few minutes while you have a chance to figure out how you will handle him when you untie his bonds." Julia could see him straining to see her seated on the couch. She knew he was wondering what she would do to him next.

She arose and, walking over to him, stroked his steaming buttocks gently, almost lovingly. He breathed heavily and jerked involuntarily at her touch; it tickled. "You did pretty good,Tad. I think you've earned a break. I won't punish you any more tonight. I'm going to untie you now, but I'm going to leave the collar on. You're my slave now,Tad. You are willing to be my slave; aren't you, Tad?"

She could see him nod. She also noticed that his body was convulsing with sobs. He was crying. Her big brother was crying. She unwound the chain which allowed him to stand. Next she released his ankles and hands and knees. "Get on your knees in front of me, Tad. That's right," she said as he hastened to obey her.

"You look good there, Tad, kind of natural. But you sure are stinky. It must be the sweat. Hey, that's a good name for you. From now on I am going to call you Stinky. Do you mind? I mean, you are my slave, but I do so want you to be my willing' slave."

"Yes, miss Julia. I would like to please you by using the name Stinky from now on."

"Oh, good," said Julia with obvious delight. "I'll be a good owner to you, Tad, I promise. Would you like to touch my breasts? I know that boys like to do that sometimes."

"Oh yes, miss Julia, I would!"

"I knew it. Go ahead. Just be a little bit careful."

Tad reached forward and placed a hand on each of his sister's small breasts. He gently stroked them, and then cupped them in his hands. Julia just watched smiling the whole time as Tad got a thrill to partly compensate him for all of his suffering.

"You know I have a date with Mel tonight. You said you had no objection," said James.

"I remember," said Jenny. "It's okay. Jane and I are going out ourselves. We might not be home until late. How about you and Mel?"

"Better not be too late," quipped Jane. "You've got a big date tomorrow with Dr. Gentry as I recall."

"True. No, I won't be home too late. Midnight, 1:00 A.M. at the latest. I do want to be in good shape for the first stage of my transformation."

"No big deal," said Jenny, " just a monster cocktail of estrogen. You'll be getting your tits back only this time you'll be keeping them. I think it's about time we told the kids. I think it will go okay, but can't be sure; it's kind of a major item to be dropping on twelve and fourteen year olds."

"From what you said, it may not be all that big a deal to these particular kids," said James. "Anyway, they're going to find out sooner or later. Can't keep it from them forever can we.

"Not to change the subject, but you haven't bought many clothes James," said Jane. Holding out for a girlee shower?"

James had to laugh at that. He'd like to have had a coming-out shower, but he knew he wasn't going to get one. "No, Jane. Just waiting to see how big I am going to get up front before I spend too much money on stuff that won't fit. I mean a year and a half ago Jenny made sure that I never got any bigger than a B' cup, but Dr. Gentry told me last time I spoke with her that I was sure to be a C' if I followed her instructions. I intend to be a good little girl and follow her instructions to the letter."

"I see. Trying to make us jealous are you," said the two B' cuppers in front of him.

"Hardly. It'll be all I can do to keep up with two crowd stoppers like you. I just hope you'll share some of your boy friends."

"How about girl friends, Jacquelyn?"

"Umm. Yes, them too -- if they have big butts and tits to get lost in"

"So! You do prefer big hooters! You lying dog," laughed Jenny.

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I just meant -- oh -- I don't know what I meant," said James wishing he could learn to think before he opened his yap.

"Never mind lover. I know you love me," said Jenny. "I was just teasing you."

"Well, we best get going if we're going to go," said Jane. "Is Mel going to pick you up here?"

"Yes. At the Red Carpet Room," said James, referring to the main restaurant cum bar in the giant mall.

"Good," said Jenny. "Then we'll be going. And remember, Jane and I will want a blow by blow when you get back.

"Yes," said Jane. "I want to know just exactly how far he shoves it up your bum, and how deep you take it down your throat."

"Of course," said James flippantly. "Don't I always tell you everything."

"Okay. Toodles," said Jenny, as she and Jane exited arm in arm laughing.

James seeing them head off, headed off himself, for his rendezvous with his lover.

Mel was already waiting at the bar. To James, who was anxious to make the connection for the evening, he looked especially good in his blue pinstriped suit. It made him excited to just think of the man taking him to the car and holding the car door for him. Hell, he thought, he was already thinking like a woman -- Mel's woman.

"Hi."

"Hi back atcha -- Jacquelyn."

"Right on Mel. Beginning tomorrow. Can't wait. You know I've been thinking. I mean -- you've always been a regular gay.' My becoming a complete woman won't turn you off to me will it? Gawd, I'd hate that."

"No, Jacquelyn, it won't change a thing. That is, of course, except for the fact that I will have another hole to fuck."

James had to smile at that. He was so happy. He had the greatest wife on Earth. He was going to have the greatest, de facto, husband too. Nobody had right to be this happy. "For sure." James leaned over toward his significant other and lightly kissed him on the lips. "There, I hope that holds you until you can hold me naked. Like in minutes if you get my drift."

"Let's get the fuck out of here," said Mel, with a sudden tone of urgency in his voice. I'm going to do you six different ways tonight."

"Promises, promises."

"Promises? It's a dead mortal fact! Depend on it."

"Okay..." said James as the bigger man practically pulled him off of the stool.

"You know miss Julia, school starts in just a month and a half; and we don't know anybody from around here."

"So? We'll meet kids when the time comes. Why the worry?"

"Well," said Tad. "It's just that -- well, will I have to keep wearing this collar even when I go to school."

"Yes."

"But miss Julia, everybody is going to laugh at me. You too probably if they figure out that I am your slave."

"Umm. Maybe. I don't care. You can just pretend to be a punker. They all wear that kind of stuff. It won't be a problem after they get used to it. Besides, aunt Jenny said that you looked good in your collar. And I like you in it. Remember it's me you've got to please."

"Yes, I know," said Tad wistfully. "Aunt Jane even wanted you to attach a leash and lead me around with it. I thank you that you didn't take her up on that!"

"Don't thank me too soon. I still might. Especially if you don't behave. I only hesitated because I didn't want to get into the habit of doing something that I might not be able to keep up with. I mean it might be inconvenient for me to have to fool with it, so I am holding back only for that reason, or you might have already found yourself attached to that leash."

Tad withered under her scolding glance and said nothing. He really didn't want to be tethered. The collar was bad enough. His aunts had laughed at him till their sides nearly split. His humiliation was total. He was his sister's property, and his aunts thought it would actually be good for him. It turned him on, but the embarrassment was almost too much.

"You know," said Julia, "we do have to think some about how this is going to play out at the school. Now that our aunts know everything..."

"Yeah, thanks a million for that Julia. You promised you wouldn't tell."

"Did not," said Julia petulantly. "Anyway, how would you have explained the collar if I hadn't told them."

"Like I was a punk rocker," said Tad sardonically. "Anyway, not to change the subject, what do you think of uncle James having that sex change that aunt Jane told us about?"

"Weird. But then it's weird having my big brother wearing a slave collar. Actually it might be fun. Anyway, we'll see soon enough. Aunt Jenny says he will grow breasts very quickly."

"I wonder how he'll look with tits?" said Tad half to himself.

"Umm. Don't know. Maybe pretty good. He has such long hair, and he really looks kinda like a girl anyway; dontcha think," said the twelve year old with knitted brow.

After leaving the mall, James and Mel made record time to Mel's house. While James went to the bathroom to ready himself for the evening -- playing the female role had become second nature to him -- Mel fixed drinks for the two of them. Emerging from the bathroom, James had done his hair back into a female ponytail and had donned a slip that he had brought along in the knapsack he carried. He had put on lipstick and a coating of other make up essentials and wore his favorite scent, Chic. His penis was locked down. He had done it to himself this time. He wanted to be the perfect female for his love. He lounged out on the divan and waited.

Mel, having fixed the drinks and cleaned himself up some in the downstairs bathroom, came into the front room and saw his night's fun sitting sexily on the couch.

"You look very pretty tonight Jacquelyn," said Mel.

"Thank You, Mel. A girl needs to hear things like that. You look good to me too."

"I'm glad. I want you to want me tonight."

"I do. Have no fear of that."

Mel set the drinks down, leaned over, and kissed Jacquelyn fervently. "Would you like to have a drink first," he asked gallantly.

"Well, that's what you brought them in here for isn't it. I mean you want me a little bit tipsy before you take me; isn't that that the idea?"

"Well, not exactly, but sort of too I guess."

"Well then, get me tipsy and get on with it," said Jacquelyn coquettishly.

Mel passed her the drink he new she wanted. Taking his own he toasted her silently, and drank deeply. Jacquelyn for her part sipped her drink like any well mannered lady would.

After a few silent minutes of sipping and looking each other over, Mel put his drink down and moved to sit nearer his date. Putting his arm around her, he kissed her ear and let his left hand fall to her knee. there was something deeply sexual about a girl in a slip. And Jacquelyn cum James looked very very good in a slip, especially a short red one like the one she had on tonight; Mel almost hated to take it off of her.

Jacquelyn felt the man's hand begin to inch its way up her leg. Oh so slowly, she was aware of the sensation of being violated. It took minutes, but Mel's hand finally reached her secret place and cupped his lover's scrotum and its imprisoned penis.

"Umm," intoned Mel. Your not going to get any release tonight are you?"

"No sir. Not the kind you mean anyway. I do hope to get a really thorough screwing though." Jacquelyn reached down to the crotch of Mel's pants a felt the huge pole that was going to impale her very shortly. "You did say a half a dozen positions; I think it was."

"I certainly did. Be a good girl now. Get on your knees and undo my pants."

Jacquelyn hastened to do his bidding. "Uh oh! I think It is grown some in the past few moments," said Jacquelyn impishly. "I think I'm going to get it good tonight."

Mel only smiled his response. As Jacquelyn undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and stroked his penis through the material of his underpants; he took the time to stroke her hair and caress her cheeks lovingly; he really did love this man who was about to become a woman; and who this night would be a woman to him. Gawd he-she was sexy. Jacquelyn freed his penis from its restraint and lightly massaged it with both hands being careful not to neglect her lover's scrotum. She licked it from the bottom up several times before inserting it in her mouth and beginning to suck on it. Mel nearly fainted from the sensation.

The big man pulled her to him, kissed her, and pushed her back on the couch. He looked down at the girl he was about to take, to use. She smiled back at him wanting him to take her. Surrender, was a female prerogative and Jacquelyn was surrendering herself to the man. Gawd how she wanted him to fuck her. She got her wish.

Mel pushed Jacquelyn's legs back until her ankles were next to her ears. He pressed his cock against her hole and leaned forward. Jacquelyn gasped, but spread herself a little wider to accommodate her conqueror. He was in her now and pushing his thing to the hilt. He began to screw her. The action of his penis moving back and forth hurt but hurt good. Mel pulled out of her.

With a very rough move, Mel flipped his girl over and pulled her buttocks up to meet his assault from the rear. Already prepared, Jacquelyn took him easily into her. He began screwing her again. This time the motion was a little more animalistic. He grunted and groaned as he fought not to cum. Finally, Jacquelyn felt him explode inside of her. She felt the glorious heat of his sperm bathing her insides. He fell forward onto her back utterly spent.

Mel fucked his girl three separate times and in the six different positions he had promised her earlier. Jacquelyn was a ruin of femininity and loving every minute of it. She cooed over him when he collapsed against her physically drained.

"You know Jen, Mel hasn't called in a month. Jacquelyn is fit to be tied. Swears she won't call him. What do you think: good or bad?"

"Not bad -- yet. But curious. Jacquelyn said that their recent liaisons have been fantastic. Can't figure why he hasn't called."

"I can."

"Really?"

"Yes. He knows his love is going to be a real woman real soon now, and he has never been anything but gay. I think he is NOT in favor of the change."

"I asked Jackie about that possibility, but she says she had covered that with him."

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean he couldn't have had second thoughts."

"Well, if he thinks he's got problems, just what in the hell does he or anybody think it is like for me, knowing my husband wants to be a girl?"

"Don't know. I think Mel may be having a case of the male selfishness syndrome."

"Hmmm. Well if he is, then good riddance!" said Jenny. "Anyway, it doesn't matter much what he thinks. Tomorrow is the day."

"I guess it is," said Jane giggling. "I..." Just as Jane was about to make a comment, Julia came through the doorway with knitted brows.

"Aunt Jenny, there is a phone call for you; it's a man."

"Okay sweets," said Jenny. Jenny disappeared into the hallway. Julia just took seat across from Jane.

"Has Stinky been behaving himself," asked her red-headed aunt?

"Yes, aunt Jane. He knows better than to be bad. I paddle him once a week anyway just to keep him in line. He never objects. he likes being my slave. And I like owning him. Kinda worried about school though. Do you think I should call him Stinky there, and make him wear his collar?"

"Yes, I do. But we'll talk it over with your aunt Jenny before we make a final decision. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh huh. I sure am glad you and aunt Jenny are so understanding, aunt Jane."

"Thanks honey. We try to be. You be sure to come to us, either of us, if you have any questions or problems."

"Okay.

"Where's Stinky now by the way?"

"I let him watch TV. He's in his room. I think he plays with himself sometimes when he watches TV. I've caught him with his pants down a couple of times for no reason. But I haven't actually seen him do anything nasty yet."

"Umm, I see. Maybe we can do something about that. I'll look into it..."

"That was Mel," said Jenny marching into the room and plopping herself down into a chair.

"Mel! Well what?" asked Jane not unreasonably.

"Well what' is right," said Jenny angrily. "He's in jail."

"He's what!" stormed Jane now also upset.

"Wait'll you hear why."

"Well?"

"He tried to hire a male prostitute. Only the male prostitute was a cop."

"My gawd! Jacquelyn will kill him."

"She should."

"So, that's why there has been no calls. He didn't want Jackie to find out."

"I guess. He wants us to bail him out. He doesn't have the money, and he is to be sentenced next week. It seems he can get out for the next few days if he can raise the bail. I told him I'd let him know."

"What could he get? I mean what sentence."

"His lawyer told him he might get a year. Minimum security, but a year nonetheless. It seems the local law wants to make an example of somebody, and as luck would have it, Mel is it."

"No shit!" said Jane with incredulity dripping from the belipsticked orifice in the center of her face.

Right at that moment Jacquelyn entered holding a peach and slobbering the juice of same all over herself. "What's up?" she said looking at Jane who last words he had heard.

"Uh..." was all Jane could manage. She looked over at Julia wondering what she was thinking. She looked at back at Jackie. Finally Jenny spoke up.

"Jackie, you'd better sit down."

Jacquelyn looked at her wife. "It's Mel isn't it?" he said realizing at least part of what was going on.

"He's in jail. A cop got him in a sting. Said he tried to buy sex from him."

"Huh?"

James a.k.a. Jacquelyn wore a rut in the kitchen floor pacing back and forth. He couldn't believe it. Not only had Mel betrayed him, he wanted him to bail him out as well. He went from rage to sick disappointment to grudging acceptance -- that is, until Jenny stepped in.

"Okay, James," she said purposely using his male name. "It's not as if any one of us is perfect including Mel. It was a sting. Maybe you'd have tripped up in similar circumstances. Who knows? James, I'm your wife. I know what's best for you. Mel's not a bad guy; he's just a guy; he has to be trained. Just as I trained -- I might say over-trained -- you."

"you've been wonderful Jen. I am the luckiest person in the world. But I am in lust with Mel too. This -- this -- thing really rankles."

"Well, it should rankle, James," said Jane. "And Julia, do you understand any of what's going on?"

Julia had heretofore been pretty much ignored, but Jane, who watched out for her the most, had not lost sight of the fact that she was hearing all of it. She could have been sent out, but the hypocrisy of a move like that was not in either Jane or Jenny.

"Uh huh. Uncle James is gay or bi or something, right?"

"Uh -- yes. That's pretty much it, Julia. Does that upset you?" said Jenny.

"No, I don't think so. I mean I know that he is going to get to be a girl. Girls have boyfriends. I'm not really sure why uncle James wants to be a girl, but I like being a girl. Maybe he thinks it's better."

"He does," said Jenny, " and he's right; it is better."

"I'm glad it doesn't bother you," said James, "I value your friendship. I don't want you to not like me. I mean when I'm a girl."

"When is that going to be uncle James?"

"Well, I've already started, but it'll be a year before I am completely --uh -- changed."

"Will you have big boobs?"

"Huh? Uh -- I guess. I mean the doctor said they'd be pretty big," said James feeling a trifle embarrassed by the girl's questions.

"That's enough James. You're forgetting Mel. I'll leave it up to you. Do we help Mel or not?"

James Bartlet thought about it for a moment as he resumed his pacing of the floor. "Yes, if only so I can kill him when he's out."

The meeting of James and Mel after the latter's release on bail was strained. They talked it out over the next few days and James decided to forgive the man who was his lover. Human frailty sank him not a lack of feeling for James, and James knew it. James' anger had given way to sympathy for the lover who was about to be severely punished for his sin.

"Mel Patton, Please rise and hear the sentence of this court," intoned the judge. Mel did so. "Mr. Patton, you are hereby sentenced to one year in state prison at Wayfair Honor Farm; sentence to commence immediately..."

The judge droned on for another minute or so. James sat stunned. Mel felt sorry for him. He knew he could do the time. He was not so sure about James. James would be a girl when he got out. He hoped he'd still be a virgin, but he knew if he wasn't it was his own fault for getting sent away. Mel felt guilty that he would not be there for James when the time came for his operation -- that was the worst of it.

The parting, as Mel was led out in handcuffs, was tearful. James embraced his friend and promised to visit every month as allowed at Wayfair.

Jane and Jenny had to help James from the courtroom. There would be nights of soul searching in the weeks and months ahead as James awaited his date with the surgeon, and almost simultaneously, Mel's release.

The long ride home was silent. No one could think of anything to say. Mel would serve his sentence and be released. There was hope, if not joy, among the little group.

Neither Julia nor Tad had been allowed to go to the court sentencing. At home Tad knelt before his owner and did her toe nails. He had become very proficient at assisting Julia in the little things that, for her, made having a slave worthwhile.

"Very good Stinky. I like the way you did them today. You may feel my breasts as a reward." Tad was like a puppy dog. He panted after his sister hoping to please her enough to get to feel her boobs. His already rock hard penis never failed to grow even larger and harder when she so thrilled him. "Okay, that's enough for now. you've had your reward. "Tomorrow's school. Have you gotten everything ready for us bags, lunches, coats and stuff?"

"Yes, miss Julia. Miss Julia can I ask you a question?"

"yes Stinky. What is it?"

"Do I really have to wear the collar?"

"Yes. I have already told you that. I'm going to give you extra now this Saturday for bugging me about it. Yes indeed. You're going to do a real dance for that one."

"But I..."

"Don't but me. You're going to get it, so get used to the idea."

"Yes, miss Julia," said the boy wanting to kick himself for ticking her off. She was going to really do him and he knew it. Damn, damn, damn why did he have to open his stupid mouth. He could feel the hair brush already and it didn't feel good.

Jane and Jenny together drove the kids to school the next day. The junior and senior high were on the same campus at Central. With a total enrollment of 507, morning class break and lunch hour were taken together. It took their fellow students about eleven seconds to notice the collar around Tad's neck. He told everybody he'd gotten into punk rock and that the collar was part of the act. A few believed him. Others were less gullible. But, Julia had been right, by the end of the day, no one was paying any special attention to him; that is, nobody but one person.

"Tad, I'd like to see you after last period today for a few minutes please."

"Yes, miss Larkin; but how come?"

"Just come by. I need to talk with you for a few minutes."

"But I have to go home with my sister at 3:15."

School's out at 3:00. We'll have time. Just don't be late.

"Yes, ma'am."

The pretty twenty-two year old first year teacher marched off to her next class leaving Tad to wonder if he'd already gotten into trouble. he told himself no because miss Larkin only wanted to see him for a few minutes. The last period of the day went fast. He found himself outside of Rm. 213 knocking on the door just as Julia walked up.

"Come in," said the female voice from within.

"Miss Larkin? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Tad. Is that your sister? She can come in. It's all right."

Tad gazed at the petit brunette. Long hair, long lashes, deep red lips, a short but not too short green skirt with a white sleeveless blouse; she was drop dead gorgeous he thought.

"Have a seat kids. Tad I have to ask you. That collar you're wearing -- why?"

"Oh I'm into punk rock miss Larkin..."

"Really she interrupted. What's your favorite group."

Julia could see Tad was going to hesitate; she broke in. "The Toros, miss Larkin."

"And what is your name?"

"I'm Julia."

"Got any other favorite groups?"

"Uh -- well -- see -- we've just started getting into the punk scene, miss Larkin."

The teacher already knew better. She smiled at the two uncomfortable teens. "And how old are you two."

"I'm fifteen and Julia is thirteen, miss Larkin," said Tad.

The older female continued to smile. "You're not into punk rock at all are you," she said challenging them? You two have something else going. Is it together, or are you just covering for Tad, Julia?" she asked looking at the eighth grader. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to bite or spread tales about you."

For once in her young life Julia was unsure of herself. Tad took up the slack. He decided to fess up. He didn't know why, but he trusted this beautiful teacher, first day of class or not.

"No ma'am. We're not into the punk thing. It was just a way to explain the collar."

"Well then, can I ask? Why the collar?"

The siblings looked at each other. Julia spoke. He's my servant, miss Larkin," she said sheepishly. I'm training him to be good."

"And does he need the training?"

"Yes, ma'am. And he wants it."

"I see. Do you like being your sister's servant Tad?"

"I guess so ma'am. I mean sure. Except sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Uh huh."

"How so?"

"She spanks me ma'am. I mean I deserve it. But it stings like the dickens."

"Ummm. Well, I think you're a lucky boy, Tad. I mean it's not every boy whose sister cares enough to discipline him."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you Julia, do you like disciplining your brother?"

"Yes, ma'am. I mean it was strange at first -- I mean my spanking him, but I have gotten used to it. I tan his behind good now when he needs it."

"And when does he need it, exactly?"

"He comes and tells me when he's been naughty, and then I take care of his punishment as soon as I can; I use a hairbrush mostly."

"Interesting. And what do your parents think about all of this?" "Our aunts. Our parents are having a hard time, so they sent us to live with our aunts. They think kinda like you do. I mean that Tad is lucky to get a chance to be trained. They advise me sometimes."

"Uh huh. I see. Well, I think you have a good thing going, so I won't say anything to anybody. You see I think that boys, and men as well, need discipline from time to time. I even spank my husband when he's been naughty. He doesn't like it much, but he knows it's for his own good."

"Geee..." said the teens in unison.

"Yes. The truth is he gets it almost every Saturday. I do him on Saturday so his buttocks have a chance to get well before he has to go to work on Monday. He's pretty sore for a while after his behind has been tanned as you call it."

"Really! On Saturday? That's when I usually spank Stinky, I mean Tad."

"Stinky?"

"Yes, ma'am that's the name I gave him when he became my -- well -- my slave."

"I see. Well from now on, Stinky, I'm going to be watching to see if your sister's discipline is helping you to behave as well as I think it will."

"Yes, ma'am," said a red faced teenage boy.

"We got the idea when we accidentally saw my uncle James being spanked by aunt Jenny. His toes really danced on the floor bouncing all around, or at least he tried to, but aunt Jenny paddled him good, and then she made him stand in the corner naked."

Now it was miss Larkin's turn to be nonplused. "You saw all of this?"

"Yes, we didn't mean to spy, but we heard noise and went to see. That's when we saw uncle James getting it through the window. The noise we heard was his crying and begging to be let off."

"And did your aunt let him off?"

"No ma'am! She gave it to him good."

"Well, good for her. More of us women have to take our men in hand, and teach them how to behave."

"Yes ma'am. That's what I think too now," said Julia.

"Yes. Yes indeed. Well, that's all I have for you kids. You can run along now. And Stinky..."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"You behave yourself and do what your sister tells you to do."

"Yes ma'am."

It would have been an exaggeration to say that miss Larkin licked her chops after the children left, but she was most definitely intrigued by the meeting. She would speak to them again, she told herself. Yes, that was for sure; she would speak to them again.

"Well twenty-seven more days and Mel will get out," said Jenny holding her husband's hand to give him courage.

"Yes, it's been on my mind. But I have tried to focus on what's going to happen tomorrow to the exclusion of everything else and it's hard."

"I know hon. But everything is going good. You got "C" cup breasts now -- bigger than mine for goodness sakes. Your hips have spread beautifully. Your skin is softer and almost flawless in texture..."

"What do you mean almost,' " said the patient.

"Okay. Okay. Perfect then. Anyway, no regrets?"

"No. It's a big deal of course, but I want to be a woman, and now I will be. Truth is, I can't wait."

"Well, after tomorrow hon you will be a woman forever. It's going to be interesting for sure. Everyone is going to be there when you go into recovery after the operation."

"I appreciate that," said James -- as James -- for what was to be one of the last times."

Well, Jacquelyn, today's the day," said Dr. Gentry smiling. "It's been a long road for you. How do you feel about it now that it's so close?"

"Like I wish it was already over. The waiting is killing me."

"Okay then. No need to wait any longer. The operation, as you have been told, though fairly lengthy, will be relatively simple. You will be castrated, and then in-folded creating a functional vagina that will be yours forever; you'll even have a clit," she added impishly. "You'll enjoy that. Make sure your lover knows what it's for."

"Yes, doctor; I will. Will I be out; I mean unconscious."

"Yes. It is too long an operation for you to remain still for the duration, so I am afraid that once we begin, you will have to be under."

James sighed. "You'd think that losing equipment one has had all of his or her life that he or she would at least be able to see it on its way."

"Can't be."

"I know."

James spent the first hour of the "big" day being prepped by a very pretty nurse. She shaved his pubic area carefully and completely. Not a hair remained when she was done. His now tiny penis, shrunken by injections of hormones administered over the previous twelve and a half months, could not even rise to the occasion. The nurse kept up a steady banter of female type talk the whole time; he was glad of that; it made him feel girlish.

James was wheeled into the operating room fully conscious and looked around. He hadn't seen many such places in his life -- except on TV, but he was not especially surprised by what he saw.

There was an operating table with female stirrups for his feet. He would be spread wide while they castrated him and made the incisions. The interesting part for James was the fact that he seemed to have no misgivings. He was just glad it would all be over today. The last thing he remembered was the female anesthetist smiling down at him and telling him to relax. He did, and then it was night.

Jacquelyn awoke to low elevator music in his private room. Jenny had seen to the first-class accommodations. She felt that her new "sister" deserved only the best. She saw to it that she got it.

Jacquelyn rubbed her eyes. Consciousness came flooding in now. She took a deep breath. She raised her head and looked down toward her pubis. The sheet denied him a view. The nurse that had prepped him came in.

"Hi. I see we're awake," she said cheerily.

"Yes. I guess. I..." "Yes, I know," she interrupted, "you want to see. Can you wait a few minutes longer? Dr. Gentry wants to be here for that part. It'll just be a few minutes."

"Oh. Okay. A few minutes? Okay."

Seven minutes later Dr. Gentry did appear smiling broadly. "How is our girl today," she asked performa.

"Fine doctor. I'm anxious to see though."

"I'll bet. But, before we do the unveiling, I need to mention a few things. First of all," she continued..."

Jacquelyn heard it all but was impatient. She knew she'd be swollen. She knew there were unsightly stitches that would soon be removed or dissolved. She had been told all of it long before the operation took place. she just wanted to get on with it.

"So," said the doctor, "now it's time." She stood, pulled the sheet down and exposed his naked body. His breasts stood straight out and firm obscuring his view; the doctor produced a mirror.

She could make out the trace of her new slit. It did not even occur to her that something was missing that had been there for her entire life to that point. The spot looked battered and bruised. "Gawd," said the new girl, "it looks awful."

"Ummm, not really. And it will heal very cleanly; I've seen to that. A few weeks and you'll be hunting down boys to screw you," she said laughing now. "Yes indeed, you're going to be one beautiful chickee."

Jacquelyn relaxed. Mel would be out by the time she was ready to be had. She smiled inwardly. "When can I go home doctor," she asked.

"Well, you could go home today, but tomorrow would be better. Don't want an infection do we."

Jacquelyn looked at herself in the mirror. Long brown hair. Her lips were painted a deep red. her make up gave her face a porcelain smooth but very clean and natural look. Her eyebrows had been recently plucked and trimmed, Her breasts jutted out proudly. Her butt was broad and protruded in a very sensual manner. Gawd, she liked the look of her butt. The waist was narrower now too. The yellow sundress; the one she had always loved the most; gave her a carefree appearance meant to strike dead from desire any male she met. The picture of femininity. She was also as horny as she had ever been. She hoped some of the horniness would wear off a little; hell, she be a whore in short order if it didn't.

Jacquelyn had healed now. Dr. Gentry hadn't lied. It was impossible to tell that she had ever been a man. She'd even dropped by a few discotheques to test the water, but her female dancing skills were near zero, and so she stopped going. She was getting open-mouthed looks though all of the time wherever she went. And she thought that she had caught Tad eyeing her in very unfamily like way more than once. Well, why not she thought; she was pretty. If it turned Tad on to look at her maybe she'd give him an eye full. Gawd how she loved being a girl.

Tad was coming around the corner to the house when he saw her through the window. his old uncle, now aunt, was stunning; and he, Tad Wells, was still a virgin. Gawd how he wanted to stick his penis up the pretty little thing he saw through that window. Uh oh! It was too late. He'd been caught peeping. Jacquelyn stared at the teen on the other side of the window, and then she smiled broadly. Tad couldn't help himself.

Jacquelyn saw the boy go and disappear around the corner. She didn't think anything of it. That is, until he appeared in her doorway two minutes later. "Hi Tad..."

She didn't finish as Tad strode in and wrapped his arms around her and began kissing his aunt passionately, violently. "I've got to have you he said. Please don't stop me. I need you." He started to unbutton her dress in the front.

Jacquelyn struggled briefly, but she was no match for the strong young man in front of her. She tried to talk him out of it, but every time she did, he planted a humungous kiss on her lips and stifled the attempt. Her dress was down to her waist now. She was jabbering at him to stop. That he was raping her. Tad never heard a word. He was tugging at her bra; it came loose. Next he bent down and ripped her panties off exposing her pussy to him for the first time. He paused and looked at Jacquelyn; his lips parted in boyish wonder. The boy leaned forward over the prostrate female. He began sucking on first one nipple and then the other while his hands explored the woman's buttocks. His fingers slid into the crack of her ass. One of them penetrated her butt hole. Jacquelyn knew that this was it. She was going to be had, and that violently. She would have preferred to lose her virginity in a more seductive way, but this was it like it or not.

Tad pushed her down on the floor and spread her legs as wide as he could. He pushed his own pants down and began wild thrusting at her slit; he didn't have a clue.

Jacquelyn, giving up, finally got him to stop for a second. "Tad, look, if your going to take me, at least don't hurt me. He stopped and looked at her strangely. She guided his cock to her pussy and helped him aim it. He lodged the head. She pulled her hand away and waited for him to push his way in. He did. She felt the ripping of her virginity and pulled her knees back easing the stress on her hole. He began plunging into her. He held off cumming for maybe a minute and a half then he unloaded in her. His warm fluids bathed her insides. He had fucked his first woman, and she had been had for the first time as a woman.

Tad rolled off, got up, and ran down the hall; the guilt for what he had done overwhelming him.

Jacquelyn for her part rolled over and pulled her knees up under herself. She hurt. She did what all girls did when they've been raped; she cried. She was still crying when Jenny and Julia walked in on her.

"Tad, I'm not sure what we are going to do about this. But you are going to be punished. And I mean punished severely," said Jenny Bartlet. Julia was standing a few feet away tapping her feet mad as any sister had ever been. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No ma'am. I don't know why I did it. I just couldn't help myself." Looking over at Jacquelyn still in disarray from her screwing, he said, "Aunt Jacquelyn, I beg you to forgive me."

Jackie Bartlet just nodded. She definitely wanted him punished, but she would forgive him. She felt it had probably been partly her fault for giving him what he must have thought was a come hither smile. Jacquelyn remembered what it had been like when she was a boy; fifteen was a tough age. But he had to be taught a lesson. He must never hurt a girl again; as James had been taught a lesson in another life. But how, so as to teach him a lesson and not ruin his psyche at one and the same time.

"Go to your room Tad. Do not come out until you are told to," said Jenny.

Tad nodded. Said nothing. And slunk off to his room to await whatever punishment that was to be meted out to him. He knew it would be bad, but he could not of dreamed just how bad.

"Aunt Jenny, could I talk to you for a moment?" said the girl after Tad had been dismissed.

"Certainly, Julia, you know you can."

"Yes, I know. Aunt Julia, something happened at school a few days ago that I haven't had a chance to talk to you about. Even Tad doesn't know about it. Only me."

"Yes, Julia."

"Well, about a week ago, Tad and I were pulled into Mrs. Larkin's room -- that's Tad's homeroom teacher -- and she talked to us for a long time. She had noticed Tad's collar and asked about it."

"Was there trouble, Julia? I mean if there was, you should have come to me or aunt Jane right away."

"Oh no ma'am. Mrs. Larkin was very understanding. She even calls Tad "Stinky" now, just like me."

"Really," said the older woman. Jane and Jacquelyn showed an interest now, but waited for the girl to finish her story.

"Yes. She trains her husband like I train Stinky. She spanks him and everything."

"Is this really true," asked Jane skeptically.

"Yes, she showed me pictures just a few days ago. But Stinky hasn't seen them because they are a little bit scary."

"Pictures?"

"Yes. She told me that her husband raped her when they were going together in high school. She didn't tell anyone then, but she didn't talk to him for a long time either."

"Why would she for goodness sakes."

"She met up with him again in college and he begged her forgiveness -- on his knees. She told him that he would have to accept severe punishment first if he ever hoped to be able to date or even talk to her again."

"Go on," said Jenny.

"He agreed. He said he would take any punishment she decided he deserved."

"And how did she punish him?" asked aunt Jane.

"She told me that he invited him over to her house one day. She made him take off all of his clothes. She tied him up and whipped him very hard."

"Was that all?" asked Jane again. "If so, it was not enough."

"No, ma'am. She branded him with her initial. She said he screamed really loud and vomited and even fainted."

"She what!"

"She branded him with her initial. He learned his lesson real quick, she said. After his buns cooled off, he thanked her and again begged her to forgive him. She did, and they were married."

"Unbelievable," said Jane.

"You mean you want' to see your brother branded," asked Jacquelyn, speaking for the first time. "I mean really branded with a hot iron?"

"I think he deserves it, ma'am. He did an awful thing and he has to take his medicine for that. I think being branded would make up at least partly for the evil thing that he did to you.

"I don't know," said Jenny slowly. "That is an awfully severe penalty, even for rape. And who would do it? I'm not even sure how it is done."

"Me," said the thirteen year old. "I will ask Mrs. Larkin to help me. I just know she would."

"Just how would you break it to Stinky what his punishment is going to be," asked Jane really wondering. "He may rebel. I mean to be branded..."

"I hated what he did to me," said Jacquelyn, "but maybe a branding of such a young offender might be a bit too much."

"It's my responsibility," said a very mature sounding thirteen year old. "I haven't trained him well enough or he would not have even considered doing what he did. No," said the girl with finality, " he has to be punished severely. Branding will teach him the lesson he needs to learn and make up at least a little bit for what he has done to you, aunt Jacquelyn," she said it while looking directly at her victimized aunt.

The four women talked and debated the teen boy's fate for half an hour more. In the end, it was decided that Julia would break the news to Tad. She would offer him a choice between juvenile hall or in house punishment as administered by Julia and monitored by Mrs. Larkin. Julia well knew which he would choose.

Two days later Julia approached Mrs. Larkin outside her classroom just as she was getting ready to go home.

"Julia, I don't know. Tad -- I mean Stinky, must be punished; but what you're proposing is very harsh even for a rape. You say your aunts are okay with this? What about Stinky? Is he ready to take medicine as bitter as what you are proposing?"

"He will be given the choice, Mrs. Larkin. And I know my brother. He'll take what's coming to him and do it gladly, especially if he knows you will be helping to see to it that it is done right."

"Why would he take it just because I would be there," asked the older woman?

"I know because I saw his penis get big when you called him Stinky and told him to obey me."

Mrs. Larkin smiled at the words of the girl. "Yes, I noticed it too. But I'm not..."

"Oh please Mrs. Larkin. If you want, you can be there when I offer him his choices."

"Well -- okay. If your aunts are really okay with it. I will have to talk with them. You understand that?"

"Yes, ma'am. I understand. And I am sure that they will be most happy if you will help us."

Jenny Bartlet pulled up in front of the tree shrouded house and wheeled down the long drive of the Larkin homestead. She parked in front of the rambling ranch house's front door and exited.

The door of the house opened, and a smiling and very pretty young woman greeted the new arrival. "Hi, I'm Della Larkin; do come in. She ushered the blond into a large and tastefully bare living area. "Have a seat -- uh -- Jenny isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it is. So your the Della Larkin that Julia told me about."

"Guilty. I hear you're looking for a little help in disciplining Tad."

"Well, yes. Sort of I guess. Julia told us about how you had taken you husband in hand."

"Yes. Several years ago, on a date, he raped me. I bided my time and the opportunity finally came to punish him for what he did. I did not want the mess of a court hearing. I just saw to it that the punishment fit the crime; I branded him. He actually thanked me for it."

"Really."

"Yes, and now he's like a puppy dog. Does everything I want him to do when I want him to do it," said the brunette proudly.

"I had a vaguely similar situation with my husband. He's a she now."

"Yes, Julia told me. You have just got to tell me all about that sometime. It sounds like it would be a fascinating story."

"To say the least."

"Well, we' re going to brand Tad then."

"Yes. He deserves it, and he is going to get it."

Yes, well, it is not a simple thing you know. I had a friend who knew something of how to do it, so my husband Brandon got his done correctly with a minimum of physical agony."

"That is what we want for Tad."

"Look Jenny, why don't you follow me down stairs and I'll show you my set up."

"Fine. I'd like to see it."

The pair of females entered what was a kind of cellar through a door adjoining the room they were in and descended a flight of stairs.Jenny could not believe her eyes. On one wall were chains for hands and feet. There was an old fashion set of stocks with head and hand slots. Additionally in the middle of the room was what appeared to be a stool, but the base had sturdy restraints for hands, feet, and a extra strap to go across the back of whoever was to be chained over it.

"Is this where Tad will take his medicine?"

"Yes. He'll be strapped and chained to that stool there in the middle of the room. Over there in the corner is the brazier that will heat the iron to brand him with."

Jenny turned to look and saw the flat cast iron brazier and the piping that carried the smoke from the wood through the stack on the roof. "Wonderful! It is just right. What's behind that door over there to the left of the brazier if you don't mind my asking."

"Not at all. Come, and I'll show you." Della led her new acquaintance to the door. "It's not really a door you see. it is really a cover for where I sometimes incarcerate my husband when he deserves it." She opened the door to reveal a six by eight cell complete with one inch thick iron bars on the inner door. Inside of the cell was a bucket and a cement cot built into the wall.

Jenny was stopped cold. In a room full of surprises, this was the prize winner. "How did you ever..."

"It's a long story. I'll tell you another time. However, it is where I suggest we jail Tad for the twenty-four hours leading up to his punishment. It will give him time to think of what he has done, and to think about what his penalty is going to be."

"Perfect. Yes. I am certainly glad that Julia was able to talk with you."

"When is his time going to be?"

"This weekend if it's convenient for you," said Jenny.

"Yes, that will be fine. Bring him over Friday evening. We'll lock him up and execute his punishment Saturday night."

"Good. It's an appointment then."

The two females talked a little longer and parted to wait for the Friday night appointment.

Julia was her most pretty. She wore a black mini dress, black choker, and a spray of black ribbon in her hair. Her face was expertly made up, and her nails, matching her lipstick, was brilliant red. The dress was sleeveless and low cut in both the front and the back. She had dressed for the singular occasion of having to break it to Tad what his punishment was going to be. She wanted his absolute attention; she knew it was going to be hard on him mentally to accept the fact that he would be branded hers for life in just a few days time.

Tad stood before his sister his arms limp by his sides. He knew that this would be it. He was going to find out what he was going to get since opting to not accept jail time and the police record of a rapist. He could also tell by the incredibly beautiful picture his sister presented, seated there in front of him, that whatever it was, it was going to be bad.

"You know why I want to talk to you don't you Tad?"

"Uh huh."

"Tad your punishment, the main part will be Saturday night. You will receive your just desserts at miss Larkin's house; she has the equipment that I will use to do you."

"Equipment?"

"Yes Tad. You are to be whipped, and then branded on your left buttock with my initial." Julia waited for the reaction.

"Huh? said Tad not really comprehending his fate."

"You will be whipped severely Tad, and then I will brand you with miss Larkin's assistance. She knows about such things. Her husband wears her brand as you will wear mine."

"Huh?"

This was not going well. Julia sensed that her brother was just not computing the data she was inputting into his cranium. "Tad, she said softly, kindly, "you do understand that I have to do you? You do understand that, right?" She was almost apologetic.

Tad started to whimper. "I -- I -- I -- I'm afraid sissy; I'm afraid."

She stood up and went to him. She hugged him and kissed his cheeks. Then she kissed his lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue entered his mouth. He melted in her arms completely hers. "It will hurt at first Tad, but I know you will make me proud of you. You will take your medicine like a man, right?"

"I love you sissy. I will do whatever you say."

"I know. And I love you too. I want you to be good now. Do you want to sleep with me in my bed tonight, Tad. We could cuddle a little."

"Yes," he said softly.

"But my panties will remain on Tad. You can't have me tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good. Let's go to bed then."

Friday arrived very quickly for Tad. He dreaded it, but at the same time he wanted it over so he could get on with life without fear. He would pay the penalty for his deed and then everything would be all right again; at least that is what he kept telling himself.

He was ushered into a large living room. Jane was there and jenny and Jacquelyn and Julia. Miss Larkin too and her husband Ronald whom she called Booboo was there.

"Stinky, stand in the middle of the room," miss Larkin said. He followed her instructions. "Stinky, tonight you have been delivered here to begin your punishment. It will be harsh, but you will survive it. You are guilty of a grave sin against a woman and you must now pay the piper. Do you wish to say anything?"

"I'm so sorry, aunt Jacquelyn. I deserve what I am going to get. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you Stinky." She paused, bit her lip, and added some other thoughts she felt she just had to get out. "I wish I could make your punishment a little easier, Stinky, but it is out of my hands I'm afraid. I was once punished myself for doing bad things, and after I was punished I was the better for it."

Miss Larkin walked over in front of the boy and looked him in the eyes. She spoke softly. "Take off your clothes, Stinky, everything."

He obeyed almost mechanically. Soon he stood naked in front of the rest of the group; his penis stuck out and bounced lewdly in front of him after he pushed his underpants down. His face suffused.

"That's good , Stinky. Now put your hands behind your back."

Again he obeyed. He felt her snap handcuffs tightly on his wrists; they hurt, but he did not complain.

"Kneel, Stinky, and bend over. Push your buttocks high into the air.

The woman knelt down beside him and bound his ankles and knees very very tightly with ropes she had gathered from a nearby chair.

Julia had slipped into the restroom for a moment. She now reappeared wearing only her bra and panties, both black and both sheer. She carried an old fashioned razor strop. The other ladies, now seated around the room, nodded encouragement to her.

Only Jacquelyn was not smiling; she was remembering his own days on the receiving end of straps like the one Julia was going to punish her nephew with. But he had deserved what he got and so did Tad.

"Close your eyes Stinky," she said as she took her position beside and slightly behind him. She saw he obeyed without a word. She raised the instrument and brought it crashing down on the unfortunate flesh of the boy. He screamed but did not move. The evil strop descended again and again. He quivered and screamed and shook. He rolled off to the side to escape his punisher. She redoubled her efforts until he righted himself and again resumed the expected position. The whipping went on for a full twenty minutes. Finally his sister; his one and only love, lowered her hand and left him sobbing in the middle of the floor.

Miss Larkin motioned to Jane who helped her get the boy to his feet. Julia untied the ropes binding Tad's legs and joined the rest of the women as they guided the male down the stairs to the basement. As they got to the base of the stairs Tad saw the cell. The cell that would be his until the following night when his punishment would be completed. He trembled. Julia walked up to him and patted his shoulder, as he stood there with the two women holding his still cuffed arms. They nudged him forward toward the iron cage and pushed him inside. He was ordered to stand still while the girls closed the locked and barred door behind him. he did as they said and remained standing quietly. He felt a pair of hands reach through the bars and uncuff his hands. He was still naked, and in spite of the pain from his whipping, his cock was beginning to show signs of life -- he was a boy after all, a naked boy, surrounded by pretty ladies. None of the females failed to notice his dick protruding from the bars as he turned and leaned against the door of his cage.

"You will stay here until tomorrow night, Tad," said Jenny. "It will give you a chance to think of what your punishment will be like if you ever rape a lady again. Do you have anything to say."

"Only what I've said already. That I am sorry for hurting aunt Jacquelyn. I am a little afraid, but I want to take my medicine and make up for my badness."

"Yes, Tad, you do need to make up for your badness, as you say. And it is natural for you to fear your just punishment. But, tomorrow it will be all over. Go to sleep now. Someone will bring you food in the morning. There is a container of water over there for you to drink, and a bucket to go potty in if you feel the urge.With that all of the women turned to go; only Julia glanced back at her brother feeling sorry for him but committed to seeing him get what was coming to him.

Tad had lain awake the whole night wondering just how bad the branding would be. He just wished it was over. It was day time now he knew; light seeped through slats high up on the walls across from him. He heard a door open around the corner by the stairs; they were bringing him his food -- breakfast..

"Good morning Tad," said the gorgeous resident of the property. Her hair was bound up in a high pony-tail. She was wearing a sheath, a orange sheath dress, very high cut, and with a very plunging neckline. Tad's penis immediately betrayed him. "I see your little thing there is awake," she said.

"Yes ma'am," he said wishing he could touch her, or that she could touch him. "You are very beautiful."

"Why that's very nice of you, Tad." She walked over to him. She decided to give him some relief. She reached through the bars and slowly traced her index finger up the shaft of his penis. He stood stalk still. She smiled at him, gave his penis a squeeze, and then released him. "Here is some breakfast for you. Eat it all now. It is all you will get until after your sentence has been carried out. Don't want you to throw up after you are branded. It is quite a shock to the system. But it's only temporary. You'll be fine after a little while."

The woman left, and Tad was left to his thoughts. The time flew. It was almost time now; he could sense it.

Tad had been laying down when he heard the voices. He immediately stood up and leaned against the bars of his cell.

Julia was the first to come in sight, and then all of the other ladies. Booboo was there too; he was in chains. Tad wondered what he was chained up for. he must be going to be punished too, he thought.

All of the ladies were at their most beautiful. All wore short skirts and blouses. All were exceedingly sensual. Boo boo was dressed only in a diaper. He said nothing. He just stood and watched the proceedings in his chains.

Della Larkin, wearing a very shear white blouse and a navy blue skirt approached the prisoner's cell and commanded him to put his hands out in front of him. Tad obeyed. She cuffed him quickly and securely. She then opened the cell door and ushered him out to the center of the room. She immediately attached a collar to his neck and leash to the collar. She guided him to the stool in the middle of the room.

All of the other women and Booboo watched her as she led Tad to the stool. Jane now took over. "Tad," she said, "bend over the stool and stretch your arms down." He obeyed yet again. Jane fastened his hands to the base of the tall stool, by means of a padlock that engulfed the chain connecting the handcuffs. Next she knotted the end of the leash down low on the base of the stool as well effectively forcing his head down, so he could not look up without some discomfort. His ankles were next. She bound them very tightly with ropes to the base of the stool making it impossible for him to kick. Jane next bound his knees to the middle of the stool's struts immobilizing him further. She stepped back and admired her handiwork.

Jenny now approached and patted Tad on his raised fanny. " Frightened Tad?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good Tad. You need to be frightened." She reached for the strap that went across the lower back of the victim. Drew it over and cinched it down painfully tight. "It has to be very tight Tad. So that you won't jerk and hurt yourself worse than need be."

"Yes ma'am."

"Are you ready Tad?" She saw him nod. "It's time Tad." She looked across the room to where Julia and Mrs. Larkin were preparing the small branding iron with the letter "J" on the tip; it was already almost redhot.

The room was quiet. The heat from the brazier had warmed the air significantly; all noticed it. Julia wore a short, but heavy glove. She looked up at Della Larkin. The older woman nodded encouragement. Jenny Stood beside the stool; she had placed a hand on the victim's back to reassure him. Julia approached the stool holding the hot iron. She looked down at her brother. "I'm going to do it now," she said to the boy. She saw his buttocks convulse in the expectation of the searing pain he knew was about to come. "Relax if you can, Tad; it'll hurt less."

Julia In a slow, deliberate movement pressed the searing brand to the lower part of the boy's left buttock.

"Aaaaiiiaaaiiiiyyiiiyiiiaaiiiaaayiyiyi!!" Tad's screams tore through the thick, overly warm atmosphere of the cellar. Julia maintained her cool. Miss Larkin told her not to pay any attention to the screams that she knew from experience would come. The branding took a coolness of nerve to do right; Julia had that coolness and the nerve.

"One thousand and one, One thousand and two," Julia pulled the iron away. The skin of Tad's tortured buttock puffed out. Della Larkin applied a large ice cube against the branded flesh; it began to melt immediately. She applied another from the bucket that Jane held, and had been holding, in preparation for the aftermath that now ensued.

Tad went limp over the stool; he was conscious but physically and mentally drained. The ice had reduced the horrible pain greatly, and Mrs. Larkin continued to apply it for some more minutes before nodding to Jane that that would be enough. Jenny now handed her a tube of ointment; it was both anesthetic and antiseptic. The worst of Tad's ordeal was over. He was now Julia's branded slave.

Jacquelyn, who had remained almost inert for the whole period let out a quiet sigh of relief. She felt sorry for Tad. She was glad it was over. He would be Julia's attentive property from now on. He would never dare to misbehave or do anything bad again. The merest suggestion of future punishment would bring him to hi s knees. This is one boy who had definitely learned his lesson.

Booboo, still standing in the corner in his diaper, looked disappointed. One had the feeling that he had enjoyed the spectacle. He was sure he would see Tad again; the thought made him smile.

The following days proved Mrs. Larkin's predictions to be right. Tad was so obsequious, so attentive, so remorseful for his transgressions that it was almost comical. a few days later, Julia inspected his brand, and smiled at how beautifully her initial looked burned into her brother's buttock. She decided to let him fuck her soon. She just had to get up the courage to lose her virginity. She' talk to her aunts about it.