Date: Wed, 23 Jun 1999 20:56:18 PDT
From: jenny moreau <messalina42@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training and Changing Part 2

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.