Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 06:24:02 -0500
From: bill blazjowski <blazelandusa@hotmail.com>
Subject: TEACHER'S PET   PT 1.  Lessons in femininity.

This is a story of an extremely unusual experience I had when I was 16, even
now looking back all these years it still seems amazingly unreal, but it's
all true. This is what happened...


  When I was 16 years old I had a sort of crush on my teacher, Miss Granger.
She must have been in her mid thirties, short strawberry blonde hair,
glasses, she was quite pretty in a `Motherly' sort of way. She didn't have
`model' looks, but I was strangely drawn to her, she had a sort of power
over me that made me instantly do whatever she asked.
  On my way out of the school one day, one of my friends came over to me and
told me that he'd found out where Miss Granger lived, so a little while
later after I had got home and got changed I met my friend and we cycled
across town to where she lived. It was a nice house, a small garden in the
front, the living room windows faced the street and had those typical
`eighties' style vertical blinds in the windows. It was quite a large house,
apparently Miss Granger had a 17 year old daughter from a previous marriage
and the two of them continued to live in the house after her husband had
left. After we had had a good look we went off on our bikes to the nearby
woods and spent the rest of the day scrambling.
  Up until this point my life was pretty normal, I was a typical 16 year old
boy, out on my bike every day, sometimes the whole weekend, only popping
home for a bite to eat before going out again. My parents pretty much left
me to my own devises, I loved getting dirty (much to my mother's annoyance),
I was always playing in the rivers and making camps in the woods, but now
something else had grabbed my attention, and I found myself compelled to go
round and look at Miss Grangers house. I would cycle up and down outside
wondering if she was there, sometimes I would sit on the pavement across the
road and look over, seeing her sometimes through the blinds or at an
upstairs window. Looking back now it seems obsessive, but at the time I
think I was just fascinated, seeing my favourite teacher away from school,
doing normal everyday things, seeing her in a totally different environment,
I didn't know it at the time, but my life was about to radically change
forever.

One day during one of my visits to her house, Miss granger caught me. She
asked me what I was doing and why I was constantly around her house. I was
struck dumb for a moment, stumbling and babbling I replied that I wasn't
doing anything, at which she took me by the hand and led me into the house,
saying that if I hadn't anything to do she would find me something. Moments
later I was standing at her kitchen sink doing her washing up, Miss Granger
stood behind me and informed me that after the washing up I was to do the
dusting in the living room. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Here I was
at nine O'clock on a beautiful Saturday morning, doing various cleaning
chores in my teacher's house instead of out playing on my bike. I had just
started the dusting in the living room when Miss Granger called me into the
dining room, she was standing on a stepladder to change a light bulb in the
ceiling, she asked me to stand on the bottom rung and steady it for her, I
did as I was told and stood there at the bottom. I then did something that
was to have a fundamental effect on my whole life. This one moment in time
changed my life forever... I looked up.
I was staring up her short skirt, she was wearing a pair of silky white
knickers, her legs looked so soft and smooth, and her knickers were shiny
and had little lace edges, it was an amazing site, I was transfixed, I'd
never really noticed women's knickers before, certainly not sexy ones like
these. It wasn't long before my chores were done and I was on my way home
with strict instructions to return the next day.

  The next day came and the image of the day before was still fresh in my
head. I turned into Miss Granger's quiet little estate on the edge of town,
freewheeled down the hill towards her house, wondering if I would get
another chance to see her skimpy knickers. As I walked up to the front door
my heart was jumping, I nervously rang the bell. Miss Granger opened the
door to let me in.
"Now young man," She said as she closed the door behind me. "We'll start
upstairs today." And she led me up the stairs and over to a door, which had
a sign on it saying, `KIRSTY'S ROOM DO NOT ENTER!!' We went in and she
instructed me to sit on the bed. I sat there looking around, it was a pretty
cool room, posters of sexy girl bands on the walls, a dressing table which
was covered in beads, makeup, perfume bottles etc. Then Miss Granger turned
to me and said,
"Right then Sam, I couldn't help noticing that while I was on the stepladder
yesterday you took the opportunity to have a very long look up my skirt at
my underwear!" I suddenly felt the blood rush to my face.
  "No I didn't Miss," I said shakily.
  "Yes you did Sam!" She said smiling, "I saw your reflection in the patio
doors. I saw everything, as did you I imagine." My face turned a shade of
purple and my heart was pounding in my chest. Then Miss Granger got up and
walked over to a chest of drawers, and rummaging around in one of them said,
" I don't mind if you want to stare at my knickers Sam, but I've got a
better idea." She turned round holding a pair of pretty white panties and
said, "Instead of just looking at my knickers, I'm going to make you wear a
pair." I sat there in total shock, it hit me like a slap in the face, and
before I had time to react she placed the panties on the bed and told me to
put them on.
  "Now Miss?" I said, as I sat there looking at them.
  "Yes Sam, now please." She replied, her face deadly serious. Shakily I
started to undress, conscious of her watching my every move. When I had
taken everything off except my underwear I paused, "Come on Sam, hurry up!"
She snapped, "I want you to know what it's like to be stared at wearing
silky knickers, now put them on and don't be so silly!" Taking a deep breath
I quickly pulled my own pants down, picked up the knickers and slipped them
on over my feet and pulled them up. They were tiny, and felt really silky
against my skin, they had really narrow sides that were made of lace and
there was a small pink bow on the front. Miss Granger looked at me
admiringly, "They suit you Sam, much nicer than your boys pants," She said
as she turned me around to have a good long look at me, "So I think you
should wear these for the rest of the day while you do your chores." And she
opened the door and ushered me out of the room, patting my silky bottom as I
walked past.
  "Can't I put my jeans back on Miss?" I asked.
   "No Sam, you can do your chores in just your knickers today." And with
that she led me downstairs and instructed me to start in the living room.

  So I spent the rest of the morning doing housework dressed only in a pair
of skimpy knickers, It felt really unusual wearing women's underwear, but
strangely I wasn't that embarrassed, I just got on with my chores, and I
must admit they did feel really comfortable. I'd never worn anything but
cotton underwear all my life, but these felt great. I found myself
constantly touching them and looking at myself in the mirror, I loved the
feel of silk against my skin, the way it sort of slid against my skin as I
moved. But there was one other thing that was strange, and that was Miss
Granger's attitude towards me. She now seemed much nicer, and gentler. After
a while she called me into the kitchen to have some lunch, I padded into the
kitchen, the lino floor was cold against my bare feet and I took a seat at
the breakfast bar. Miss granger put some lunch on the table, looked at me
and noticed that I had goose bumps.
  "Oh you're cold," she said, giving my bare legs a rub. "Let's get you some
more clothes to wear." And she led me out of the kitchen and took me back up
to Kirsty's room, sat me on the bed and proceeded to get out some clothes
from the wardrobe. I couldn't believe my eyes when she took out a denim mini
skirt and a pink long sleeve top. "There," She said, putting them on the bed
next to me. "Put these on, Kirsty won't mind, she's away at her father's
house this weekend." I sat there quite shocked not knowing what to say or
do. Then she said, "Better be quick or lunch will be getting cold." Then she
left the room and went down to the kitchen. I took the clothes and proceeded
to put them on, it felt so strange to be wearing girl's clothes but I didn't
want to be told off for letting my lunch go cold. Before I left the room I
took a quick look at myself in the mirror, I hadn't noticed it until then,
but I had quite a feminine look about me, my hair was blonde and shoulder
length, and my face was smooth and almost pretty. I hadn't developed any
body hair yet so my skin was quite smooth. As I walked into the kitchen Miss
Granger looked at me and smiled, she told me that I looked really pretty and
that if I wanted to I could wear these clothes again tomorrow. My mind was
spinning around like a washing machine, the situation was so unusual, but I
was really enjoying the attention. I lived in a cold house emotionally, both
my parents didn't really take any notice of me and had never shown me any
affection, and although it was weird wearing girl's clothes I suddenly felt
wanted. As I cycled home that day I couldn't get the days events out of my
head, it had certainly been the weirdest day of my life, and I put it down
to the fact that Miss Granger was obviously missing her daughter and I was
her temporary substitute, but I also realized that deep down I secretly
longed to wear those clothes again.

  By nine o'clock the next morning I was already on my way across town to
Miss Granger's house, having gulped my breakfast down and ran out the door
telling my Mum that I was off to a friends house for the day. When I arrived
at Miss Granger's house, she told me that because I had looked so nice as a
girl the day before I was to be dressed as a girl again. So I had to go up
to Kirsty's room, put on the clothes she had got out for me and return to
the living room. Nervously I went up to the room and entered, on the bed was
another pair of white silk panties, the pink top I had on yesterday, a white
mini skirt and a pair of sparkly high heel sandals. After I had dressed, I
went back down to the living room, Miss Granger was sitting on the sofa, she
got up, walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.
  "You look very pretty," She said as she adjusted my skirt and looked me up
and down, my face glowing red with embarrassment. "You have the perfect legs
for little short skirts. How do you find the sandals?" She asked. "Can you
walk in them ok?"
  "Yes Miss, I like them, but I'm a little wobbly still." I said. Then she
led me over to the sofa and sat me down next to her. "Now, I have something
to say and I want you to listen carefully," She said. "Do you like coming
over to see me?"
"Yes Miss," I replied.
"Good." She said. "Because from now on I want you to come over every weekend
ok?"
"Yes Miss, that would be nice," I said.
"And from now on whenever you're here you're going to be a girl. You'll be
dressed as a girl and treated like a girl understand?"
"Yes Miss," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Your name will be Samantha, and you will remain a girl until I say you can
go home, you can share Kirsty's clothes for the moment, we can look through
some catalogues today and you can choose some clothes of your own." I sat
there in total silence not really believing what was happening. "Now you
will be required to do some of the housework," She continued. "But I want
you to treat this house like it's your home, and sometimes if you like, I
will let you stay here over night providing your parent's agree, ok?"
"Yes thank you Miss," I replied.
  By mid morning I had finished my chores, Miss Granger beckoned me over to
the sofa. She had a large selection of catalogues, which she had piled on
the floor by her feet.
  "Now then young lady," She said, opening one of them, "Let's get you some
nice new clothes." We spent ages looking through them, she asked me to pick
out a few items that I liked, I picked some little skirts and tops before we
came to the lingerie section, there we had great fun picking out lots of
pretty silky knickers for me to wear, and I suddenly became aware that my
cock had risen up hard inside my panties. On the next page there were lots
of sexier lingerie, there were pictures of women in stockings and suspenders
and basques etc.
"I like those Miss," I said, pointing to a woman in white stockings.
"I don't think your old enough to wear stockings and suspenders yet young
lady," Said Miss Granger smiling, "Maybe when you're a little older." But I
couldn't get those images out of my head, the way those stockings hugged
that woman's beautiful legs.
  After we had finished flicking through the catalogues, Miss Granger turned
to me and said, "Samantha there's something else I want to say to you." She
took my hand and in a gentle voice said, "Now from time to time I will feel
the need to establish my authority over you." I looked at her blankly,
"What do you mean Miss," I said.
"Well despite whether you've been naughty or not, I will want to spank you,"
She said. My heart began to pound again,
  "Spank me Miss?" I said, surprised, my voice shaking slightly.
"Yes," she replied. "From time to time I will put you across my knee and
spank you, just to remind you of my authority." She smiled at my nervousness
and said, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much, I spank Kirsty every once
in a while, she's used to it now." Then she put her hand on my knee and
said, "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"No Miss," I replied softly. There was a pause and then she said,
"Would you like me to spank you now?" I sat there not knowing what to say.
"I don't know Miss," I said meekly. I didn't want to, but at the same time I
knew that she wanted to spank me and I didn't want to say no to her.
"I think perhaps it would be best if I did," She said, and she got up from
the sofa and held out her hand towards me, nervously I took her hand and she
led me out of the living room and into her study. My heart was beating hard
at the thought of what was to come. Miss Granger closed the door behind me
and placed a chair in the middle of the room, before sitting down on it.
She took my hands in hers and pulled me closer to her, my whole body was
shaking as I approached her, the heels on my sandals clicking on the wooden
floor. "Now don't forget," She continued, "I'm not spanking you for being
naughty, I'm not cross with you, I'm just doing it to maintain my authority
over you, ok?"
"Yes Miss." I said, not knowing where to look.
"Ok then." She said. And with an heir of authority told me to lay across her
lap. I took a step towards her and leaned forward, arms outstretched. I
placed my hands onto the edge of the chair to stop myself from falling
forward and slowly and awkwardly lowered myself onto her waiting lap. I
wriggled around embarrassingly trying to get comfortable. I felt very
exposed and vulnerable as I lay there. I was totally in her power which was
exactly her reason for doing it, to confirm her power over me. My heart was
pounding harder than ever as Miss Granger reached under the hem of my mini
skirt, slipped her fingers under the lacy top of my panties and slowly and
deliberately began to pull them down over my bottom. My sense of
vulnerability grew stronger as I felt my panties gently being pulled down
over my bottom and down my legs to my ankles. Then she pulled my mini skirt
up exposing my bottom to the air, I felt my face glow red with embarrassment
at the thought of being in such a position. Miss Granger then placed an arm
across my back to hold me down. I screwed my eyes tight shut waiting for the
first strike. I didn't have long to wait, within seconds she began to spank
me, hard stinging slaps reigned down on me, the sound echoing around the
room. I started to squirm and wriggle as the pain intensified. Miss Granger
tightened her hold on me and continued. The feelings and emotions I was
experiencing grew more intense with each slap, deep humiliation,
vulnerability, shame, and total domination. Being undressed, held down and
spanked, also made me feel violated. There didn't seem to be an end to it
all, Miss Granger was spanking me harder and harder, It all became too much
to take and I started to cry.
"No Miss, please." I cried, tears running down my face, my body wriggling
and writhing on her lap, my white silk panties wrapping themselves around my
high heel sandals as my legs kicked out in pain.
Then at last the spanking stopped, Miss granger then began to rub some cream
onto my sore bottom, it felt cold against my skin, her touch was gentle and
soothing as she slowly rubbed it in, then she pulled my knickers back up and
adjusted my mini skirt before sitting me up on her lap. Partly due to the
relief and partly all the emotions I was feeling, I threw my arms around her
and, burying my face in her neck cried long and hard. Miss granger hugged me
and comforted me, telling me I was a good girl and that I could do what ever
I wanted for the rest of the day. As I sat there on her lap, with my arms
around her, crying, I felt somehow secure in her presence, that despite the
spanking I'd received it had been for my own good, she was looking after me,
protecting me. Maybe it had something to do with the little amount of love
that I had received at home, and the only way that Miss Granger could show
me she loved me was to spank me. The strange thing was, the experience had
actually made the bond between us stronger, the feeling of master and
servant had been re-established, she'd always had a power over me but now it
was different, I felt very submissive towards her, a kind of respect that
wasn't there before the spanking.

The following week went like a blur, I'd slipped into the usual routine,
school, home, play, but every now and again I would think about the coming
weekend, spending my weekends as a girl at Miss Grangers house was what I
looked forward to most of all, completely the opposite from what I was doing
before. I had gone from playing in the mud and dirt with my bike, to
dressing in up in girls clothes and doing household chores, a situation I
look back on now as totally bizarre, but back then it seemed more natural,
like taking up a new hobby.
Saturday came at last and as I cycled up to Miss Granger's house I saw a
girl on the front drive, she looked at me and smiled as I got off my bike.
  "Hello," I said, "You must be kirsty. And then it suddenly dawned on me
did she know about my `special' weekends? For a split second a horrible
thought came to me, what if I wouldn't be aloud to carry on with my secret
life now that she was home. But my secret was out, Kirsty looked at me with
a sly grin and said,
"You must be Sam, or is it Samantha?" I immediately went red in the face.
Although it seemed that my weekends would continue, I wondered how Kirsty
would react. But she saw that I was a bit embarrassed and put me immediately
at my ease by taking my hand and telling me that she was looking forward to
sharing her weekends with me, and that her Mum had told her all about me and
that she was pleased to have a sister to spend time with. As we went in,
Miss Granger was standing in the doorway, "Mum, can I take Samantha upstairs
and help her get dressed?" Asked Kirsty excitedly.
"Ok," She replied, "But be quick, I want the living room tidied up before
you two can spend time together understand?" Kirsty literally dragged me up
to her bedroom and I just caught Miss Granger shouting the words, WORK
BEFORE PLAY! as the bedroom door shut behind me.
Although I was pleased that Kirsty knew of my dressing up, I was still a
little embarrassed to get dressed in front of her. Kirsty sensed this and
sat on the bed next to me.
"Don't be shy Sam," She said, taking my hand, "When Mum told me all about
you I was really excited, I'm an only child, I've always wanted a sister, I
don't care if you're really a boy," She let out a cute little giggle as she
said, "And lets face it, you don't exactly look like one do you?"
"How do you mean?" I said, smiling back.
"Well, look at your face, so smooth and soft, you only have to do your hair
the other way and you look just like a girl anyway without the clothes." I
leaned over to look at my face in the dressing table mirror. "And your
legs," She continued, "They're the same shape as mine." She ran her hands
across my leg and said, "And not a sign of any hair." She went over to her
wardrobe and took out a really short beige Mini skirt, "Here, try this on,"
She said, "Show off those gorgeous legs." I picked it up and held it up in
front of me. It was made of a stiff fabric like combat trousers, and was the
shortest skirt I had ever seen,
"Wow! It's really short, are you sure it's ok?" I said, as I slipped off my
shorts.
"Sure." She said. Suddenly all my fears and doubts faded away, Kirsty let me
choose a nice pair of her knickers to wear with it, and a pretty blue top.
Then we heard Miss Granger call us from downstairs, and I quickly got
dressed, leaving the room cluttered with discarded clothes.

  During the course of the weekend, Kirsty and I became really good friends.
We just seemed to hit it off straight away. We would sit in her room after
we'd done our chores and listen to music, chat and play games. I lived for
the weekends. My parents didn't seem to mind me going off all day every day,
but that had always been the case. During the week at school, Miss Granger
never mentioned my other life, nor did she treat me any differently.
On the next weekend the clothes arrived that Miss Granger had ordered for me
from the catalogue. Kirsty and I had great fun sorting through it all. It
was nice having my own clothes to wear. They were put away neatly in the
spare room, which had more or less become my bedroom. Kirsty also had some
new clothes, and we spent the whole morning trying on our new things. My
favourite outfit was a tiny pair of pink satin panties with lace edges and
ribbons that tied the sides, a very short denim mini skirt, a lavender long
sleeved top and sparkly high- heeled sandals.
"Wow!" Said Kirsty as I walked into her room, "You look great!"
"Thanks." I replied. I was on cloud nine, and I suddenly realized that I
felt the happiest I'de ever felt. As I sat on Kirsty's bed, I looked
jealously over at her as she was putting on her makeup, I really wanted to
wear some but I was too shy to ask. Kirsty caught site of me staring at her
as she was putting on her lipstick, and I turned away embarrassed.
  "What is it Sam?" She said inquisitively.
  "Nothing." I replied shyly. Kirsty smiled at me and squinted her eyes
trying to read my thoughts.
  "Why have you gone red? What's up?" I sat there unable to reply. "Come on
Sam," She said. "You're my sister, you can tell me anything." She took hold
of my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I felt my face glowing redder as
I said,
  "Can I wear some of your makeup later, after we've done our chores?"
Kirsty's face lit up with a huge smile,
  "Of course!!" She replied excitedly, Kirsty noticed the look of relief on
my face and threw her arms around me and hugged me, "We'll come back up here
and I'll do your makeup for you, and then I'll teach you how to put it on
yourself, I'll even do your hair and nails if you like!!"
  After we had done all our chores, Kirsty took me upstairs to her bedroom,
there we spent the entire afternoon trying on different makeup styles, she
sat me in front of her dressing table and plied me with lipsticks and eye
shadows, she put mascara and eye liner on me and even curled my eye lashes.
I had no idea that there was so much choice, and so many ways to look
pretty.
  "I think this colour suits you best." She said as she reached for a bright
pink lipstick. She untwisted it and handed it to me and showed me how to put
it on. I leaned close to the mirror and pursed my lips like I'd been shown
and gently touched the lipstick to my lips and applied a liberal amount to
them. I looked at my face and it was almost unrecognisable. I had long black
curly eyelashes, smoky black eyes and soft glossy pink lips. Kirsty looked
at me and gasped, "Wow!" She said, "You look gorgeous!" I felt myself
blushing, "Come on" She said excitedly, "Let's go and show Mum." She took my
hand and literally dragged me down the stairs and into the living room.
When Miss Granger saw me she was amazed and told me that I looked really
pretty. They both made a real fuss of me, telling me how pretty I looked and
how they liked having another girl in the house, I felt on top of the world,
I'd never had this much love and attention before and it made me feel really
special.

  My relationship with Kirsty was growing everyday, we had become really
close, but something happened that next Saturday that took it to another
level. When I arrived at the house Miss Granger told me to get dressed into
my girls clothes and come straight down stairs and do some housework.
  "Where's Kirsty?" I asked.
  "She's in her room." Replied Miss Granger, "You can go up and see her when
you've finished." This seemed rather odd because Kirsty always did the
housework with me but I didn't say anything. After I had finished I went up
to see her, she was lying on her bed reading a magazine, I could see that
she'd been crying, she had black streaks on her face where her mascara had
run. She told me that she had had a spanking before I had turned up that
morning.
  "Did it hurt?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.
  "Yeah, but I'm ok now thanks." She replied. I sat there in silence for a
while, and then she said, "Has Mum spanked you yet?" I told her that I had
and that it had been my first time,
  "It's a strange thing to do," I said, "But I don't mind, I'm ok with it."
  "You're really brave." She said, her big pretty eyes looking up at me. She
looked really cute as she sat there forlornly on her bed, thin black streaks
on her cheeks. Without really thinking about it I leant forward and planted
a kiss on her lips. She looked at me for a second and then kissed me back.
We gently rolled over on the bed our lips locked together, our arms around
each other. Kirsty's soft tongue gently slipped into my mouth as we lay on
the bed together, I felt my cock stiffen and rise up, pushing it's way out
of the tiny satin panties I was wearing, (which wasn't difficult considering
how skimpy they were). Without a doubt, being dressed as a girl certainly
made me feel sexier than I'd ever felt before. To anybody else, we must have
looked like two lesbians as we rolled around on the bed.
  We continued kissing for quite a while, I felt incredibly horny and really
wanted to go further, but the thought of Miss Granger coming in and seeing
us put me off a bit. We lay there together on the bed and smiled at each
other, Kirsty's mouth was smeared with little pink sparkles from the
lipstick I was wearing. Despite the fact that she had responded to my kiss
my mind was in a spin, it was a very strange situation. I really fancied her
but did she feel the same? Did she fancy me as a girl or a boy? And if she
did like me as a girl, did this mean that she only liked girls? All these
things were whirling around inside my head. Kirsty, noticing that I was deep
in thought said,
  "Are you ok Sweetie?"
  "Yeah I'm fine," I replied, as I ran my fingers through her hair. "I'm the
happiest I've ever felt, but I'm also a little confused."
   "About what?"
   "About this situation." Kirsty looked at me blankly. "I mean, I really
fancy you, and I hope you feel the same, but... well..." I began to stutter,
unable to get the words out. Kirsty placed her hand on my knee.
  "You want to know if I like you as a boy or as a girl right?" She said,
her whole face smiling.
  "Yeah." I said with a big sigh of relief.
  "Listen silly!" she said, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. "I'm cool
with it, I really like you. You have a great personality. Most boy's are too
complicated, I don't care if you're in touch with your feminine side, I
don't know, maybe there's a bit of lesbian in me, but I really fancy you
dressed as a girl."
  "Really?" I said, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
  "Are you kidding? She said. "When I did your makeup for you last weekend,
and you were wearing that tiny miniskirt, and this pink sparkly lipstick,
you looked gorgeous! I wanted to kiss you there and then." Right then a huge
wave of relief and happiness washed over me. I went over to the dressing
table, took the lipstick and, looking at Kirsty, slowly and deliberately
applied a fresh coat to my lips before sitting back on the bed.
  "Well what are you waiting for?" I said cheekily. Kirsty smiled wickedly,
and pushed me down onto the bed, climbed on top of me and started kissing me
with a passion. I threw my arms around her waist as her soft warm tongue
slipped into my mouth. I felt my cock stiffen again, straining against the
satin of my knickers. She moaned gently as she pushed her tongue deeper into
my mouth, swirling it around like a sweet tasting eel. I gave myself up to
her, letting her take control of me. I began to softly moan with pleasure as
she slowly slid her hand up my leg, her lips and tongue kissing me with a
hunger. Her hand slipped further up my leg and under my mini skirt to my
panties, I gasped as she began to caress my cock through the satin. Then
suddenly she pulled away.
  "You're wearing your favourite panties aren't you?" She said, still with
her hand up my skirt, and she gave my cock another squeeze. I nodded, unable
to speak. She reached down, unfastened the button on my miniskirt and took
it off me, leaving my pink satin panties in full view. Then she took my
lipstick, twisted it open and coated her lips with it, making them pink and
sparkly. She then reached down and took hold of the ribbon ties of my
panties and slowly pulled them undone. I looked down to see her gently take
my throbbing cock in her hand and slide her mouth over it.

Those next few months were the best weeks of my life. Up until then I hadn't
had many girlfriends, and I certainly wasn't that sexually aware. Kirsty and
I were inseparable. It didn't take long for Miss Granger to work out that we
were together, and she was really cool about it, even giving us some space
now and again. At first I only wore girls clothes in the house, if we went
out anywhere I would wear jeans but would always wear a pretty pair of
knickers underneath them. Kirsty would be forever slipping her hand down my
jeans to find out which ones I was wearing. One time, we went to the cinema
and I had on my favourite satin ones with the pink ribbon ties, which were
quite long and would tickle against my legs when I walked. Kirsty slipped
her hand down my jeans in the queue and pulled one of them undone, giggling
loudly. As soon as the lights went down, she unbuttoned my jeans and tied it
up again but insisted that I leave my jeans open so she could touch my
knickers while we watched the film. We both loved the feel of satin against
our skin, so smooth and sexy. Kirsty didn't mind me wearing boy's clothes
when we went out, but gradually as the weeks went by I got more and more
brave, and with Kirsty's encouragement started to go out as a girl.

  I remember the first time I left the house as a girl, I felt incredibly
nervous but also really excited like I was doing something naughty. I wasn't
brave enough to wear a skirt so I wore a pair of white combat trousers that
were pretty much see-through, with a pretty white g-string that you could
clearly see underneath if you looked closely. Kirsty gave me a short crop
top to wear that came down just above my navel, and I wore just a little
make-up, some eye shadow and a bit of lip-gloss. Kirsty took my hand and we
left the house and made our way to the bus stop. I remember looking around
nervously in case I bumped into anyone I knew, but as the afternoon went on
that didn't happen and I started to relax. We had a great time around the
mall, laughing, shopping and generally having fun. Kirsty's wicked streak
and zest for life soon became too much for her control and she whisked me
off into a department store and headed for the changing rooms, where she
managed to convince me to swap clothes with her. Excitedly I put on her
short skirt and applied some more make-up before leaving the store looking
nervous and feeling that all eyes were upon me.  As the weeks went by I
became more and more comfortable going out dressed as a girl, we would have
great fun together. Sometimes we would go shopping for clothes and end up
snogging in the changing rooms. Kirsty was a tease, she would grab me and
start kissing me, which would give me a huge hard-on, and then it would be
impossible for me to leave the changing room because of it showing under my
miniskirt. We'd eventually come out with smudged make-up and see a long
queue of disgruntled women waiting to try things on.

  A few weeks into July, Miss Granger invited me along on holiday with her
and Kirsty. My excitement at spending a couple of weeks away with them
reached fever pitch a few days before we left. I just couldn't wait. My
parents said yes as usual, they never did care what I got up to which was
fine by me. We were due to leave for The Canary Islands on the Monday, but I
was allowed to come round to stay on the Friday which happened to be my
birthday. All that week, Kirsty had been telling me that she couldn't wait
to see me in my birthday present she had got for me, which gave me a tingle
of expectation. When the evening came I was led into the living room and
presented with two cards and a neatly wrapped box. The cards said `HAPPY
BIRTHDAY SAMANTHA' on them. Kirsty was excited and kept telling me to open
the box first. When I did I had the surprise of my life, inside was a
selection of white lingerie, including a white suspender belt and stockings,
just like the ones I had seen in the catalogue all those weeks ago. I just
had time to kiss Miss Granger on the cheek before Kirsty had grabbed me and
taken me upstairs to dress me up. Firstly, before I had a chance to try
anything on, she ran me a bath and insisted that I get in and soak for a
while. She ushered me into the bathroom and told me to stay there until she
called me. I sank under the bubbles letting the warmth envelope me, the
sweet scented water lapping at my neck making me feel relaxed and drowsy. A
little while later Kirsty came in with a towel and a pair of tiny white silk
panties and told me to come to her room when I was ready. I quickly dried
myself off, slipped the panties on and tentatively entered her room. My eyes
nearly popped out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a
school shirt and tie, which was unbuttoned down to her ample cleavage, a
very short grey school skirt, which was so short I could see she was wearing
white stockings and suspenders. I stood there for a moment, my jaw felt like
it had hit the floor.  Kirsty came over, took my hand and led me over to the
bed which had all my birthday lingerie laid out on it. She sat me down and
told me to sit still while she did my makeup. My cock began to stir with
anticipation as she carefully began to put makeup on me, eye shadow and
eyeliner, lots of mascara, and my favourite pink shimmery lipstick. That
done she picked up the white suspender belt and hooked it in place around my
waist, then she took the white stockings and slowly and carefully rolled
them up my legs, stretching them all the way up to my thighs before clipping
them to the suspenders. The sheer nylon hugged my legs like a second skin.
Then she went to her wardrobe and got out a school shirt and tie, and a
short grey school skirt just like hers and put them on me. When she had
finished dressing me, she stood me up in front of the mirror. Kirsty
cheekily lifted the hem of my skirt revealing my stocking tops and
suspenders.
  "Do you like your presents Samantha?" She cooed as she teasingly adjusted
my stockings by giving them a gentle pull.
  "Very much." I replied. My body was trembling and my cock felt like it
would burst with the tension. Kirsty pulled me closer and very slowly inched
her lips towards mine, her pink glossy lipstick shining in the light. She
kissed me so gently that I hardly felt it.
  "You look gorgeous!" She whispered as she kissed me again. "And Mum has
gone out tonight and won't be back for hours!" Then she took my hand, led me
out of her room and into Miss Granger's bedroom and stood me by the bed.
Then she went over, closed the door and walked back towards me with hunger
in her eyes. "Your legs look so sexy in stockings," She continued. She put
her arms around me, her face inches from mine. I went to kiss her but she
pulled away teasingly, kissing my ear. She ran her fingers over my stocking
tops, "Tell me how they feel on you." She whispered. I stood there, my whole
body aching with lust, unable to speak. "Tell me what it feels like to be
wearing pretty stockings on your legs." She said, as she kissed my neck and
slipped her hands up my skirt. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it
shake my whole body. Kirsty continued kissing my neck and whispered, "You
like being dressed as a girl don't you? You feel sexy wearing these pretty
silky knickers don't you Samantha?" I couldn't answer, I felt my knees
almost give way as she slipped her fingers under my panties. "Your so
pretty," She continued. "I want you so much!" She kissed me full on the
lips. I reached under her skirt and squeezed her bottom as she slipped her
tongue into my mouth. We stood there for a moment, our hands all over each
other, kissing feverishly. Kirsty reached round and unzipped my mini skirt
letting it fall to the floor. Then she began to kiss me with a passion I'd
never experienced before, she was insatiable, slipping her tongue in and out
of my mouth, moaning and sighing with lust, her hands caressing my bottom
and legs as she continued her seduction. Within minutes her own skirt was
off and she was pushing me down onto the huge bed, we rolled around on it,
our bodies and lips locked together.
It all seemed like a dream, the sensations I was feeling were so erotic.
Kirsty laid me down on the bed, pulled my knickers down to the tops of my
stockings, then she climbed up onto the bed and squatted over me, gently
lowering herself onto me in a sitting position, my cock slowly slipping deep
inside her. She then produced a lipstick from her top pocket and told me to
paint my lips while she fucked me. With shaking hands I untwisted it and
pressed it to my lips and gave them a coat, Kirsty then began to gently fuck
my throbbing cock.
  "Don't stop." She said, "Keep putting it on until I say you can stop. And
do it slowly." She added, her eyes bearing down on me. I coated my lips once
more as she slowly continued to thrust up and down on top of me. I was
getting seriously turned on, without thinking I dropped the lipstick on the
bed and slipped my hands around her bottom. Kirsty stopped, picked up the
lipstick and handed it back to me, "Samantha?" She said. "If you stop, I
stop!" I moaned with frustration, took the lipstick and placed it to my lips
once more.
The bed started to squeak as she slowly and rhythmically fucked me, her
breasts swaying up and down, her pretty face looking down at me. My
frustration at not being aloud to touch her was intense, Kirsty liked to be
in control, she ordered me not to cum, and to continue painting my lips.
  "God you look gorgeous!" She said, as I added yet another layer of shiny
pink lipstick. "I might have to kiss all that off in a minute." She said
teasingly, "And your legs look dead sexy in white stockings, so smooth and
shiny, I'll have to keep you in them all the time from now on, you can wear
them under your jeans when we go out tomorrow." Then suddenly, sensing that
I was about to cum, she pulled off of me, pushed me down onto the bed again
and planted her lips against mine. She gave a little gasp as I pushed my
tongue into her mouth and at the same time slipped my fingers into her wet
pussy. We kissed long and hard while I frigged her, my fingers quickly
becoming wet with her juices. Then she pulled away from me and began to kiss
my neck, then my chest, and then down to my cock. She took it in her mouth,
slowly sliding her lips over the tip and down the shaft, masturbating me
with her hand while sucking and licking with her mouth, and bringing me to
an explosive orgasm. Kirsty crawled towards me on all fours like a cat,
until her face was just inches from mine, and stuck out her tongue towards
my mouth for me to suck. Hot cum was dripping from it as I eagerly slipped
my mouth over it sucking at it like a lollypop. She pushed it deep into my
mouth and threw her arms around me as we rolled onto the bed.
It must have been close to midnight when we eventually woke up. We quietly
returned to Kirsty's room before Miss Granger came back, and snuggled up
together in Kirsty's bed.
The next day was spent buying clothes for the holiday. Miss Granger took us
into town in her car. Kirsty had insisted that I wear stockings and
suspenders again, and kept teasingly raising the hem of my mini skirt to
look at them. I jokingly warned her that if she kept doing it I would take
them off and never wear them again, which stopped her immediately. We spent
ages looking at all the nice summery clothes in the stores and trying on a
few items in the changing rooms. Then she spied a shop that seemed to
specialise in bikinis and dragged me in for a closer look.
  "Ooh, you'd look great in this!" She said, holding up a shiny pink bikini.
It was very skimpy, and sparkled in the lights of the shop. "It matches your
favourite lipstick." She said with a sly grin, and cheekily slipped her hand
up my mini skirt.
  "But how can I wear them without a skirt, I mean... people will see I'm not
a girl." I replied, looking at them enviously.
   "Oh but you can silly." She said smiling at me. "Mum's villa has a
private beach, we'll have it all to ourselves, so no one will see you except
me." She gently kissed me on the lips and whispered, "And when I see you in
them, you won't be wearing them for long anyway."
When we got back to the house, we went up to Kirsty's room and spread all
the clothes out on the bed to see what we had bought. Then we sat and
chatted about the holiday, Kirsty told me all about the villa, and how
wonderful it was going to be. Then suddenly the bedroom door opened and Miss
Granger came in and sat next to me on the bed.
  "You girls getting your clothes ready?" She said. looking at the mountain
of clothes scattered around.
"Oh we can't wait Mum." Said Kirsty, literally bursting with excitement.
Then Miss Granger turned to me and said,
  "Now Samantha, I know you need to start packing but I was wondering, it's
been quite a while since I spanked you last hasn't it?" My heart leapt up
into my mouth at the sound of those words.
  "Yes Miss." I said shakily, looking down at my feet.
  "Mmm, well I think it's about time I spanked you again don't you think?"
She said, placing a hand on my leg.
  "Yes Miss." I replied. My head bowed in shame as Miss Granger held out her
hand towards me.
  "Come with me then young lady." She said. Then she took my hand in hers
and led me down the stairs and into the study. Miss Granger placed a chair
in the middle of the room and sat down on it, she then told me to go over
and close the door and come back and stand by her chair. My legs were
shaking as I slowly walked back to her, my high heels clicking loudly on the
wooden floor. Then she told me to take off my top, I took it off feeling her
eyes boring into me, then she reached around behind me and unzipped my
skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I felt my face glow red with
embarrassment as I stood there in just a frilly white suspender belt, white
stockings and tiny white g-string.
  "You look very pretty Samantha." She said, and gave my suspender belt a
little pull. Then she turned me around to look at my bottom. "And as you're
wearing a g-string, I'll let you wear them while I spank you."
  "Thank you Miss." I said. Miss Granger then turned me back round to face
her, took my hands and gently pulled me over and across her lap. I felt the
blood rush to my head as I wriggled around trying to get comfortable. Miss
Granger ran her fingers up and down my stockings, telling me how nice they
looked on me, and how silky smooth my legs were. The tension was mounting by
the second. It was as if she was teasing me by not spanking me straight
away, prolonging it, making me wait.
  "These are pretty." She said. As she `twanged' the sides of my g-string,
"They show off your lovely bottom." She pulled my g-string up really tight,
and then gave my bottom a good squeeze. I felt my cock start to stir and
swell against her legs, as she continued to fiddle and adjust my underwear.
"Now remember," She continued. "I'm not spanking you for being naughty, I'm
just re-establishing my authority over you, ok?"
  "Yes Miss." I replied, my heart pounding harder and harder.  Then she
placed a hand on my back and began to spank me.
  The first slap was a shock, I hadn't reckoned on being spanked that hard.
Sharp stinging slaps rained down on my bottom, making me wriggle and squirm
as I lay on her lap, the pain quickly intensifying as she continued to spank
me. Her grip on me tightened as I began to writhe and kick my legs, the pain
becoming too much to bare, tears ran down my face as I started to cry.
When it was all over, Miss Granger gently smoothed some cold cream all
around my sore bottom.
  "Sshh." She said softly, as I continued to cry. "It's all over now, don't
cry." Then she pulled me up and sat me on her lap. I threw my arms around
her, buried my face in her neck and sobbed uncontrollably.
  The holiday was probably one of the best times of my young life. It was
the first time I'd been on a plane, I had to wear boys clothes on the day we
left because of my passport, but Kirsty made sure I was wearing my favourite
satin panties underneath my jeans. As soon as we arrived at the villa we got
changed into our bikinis and went down to the little private beach. Kirsty
took my hand and led me down the stone steps, which wound their way down to
a small crescent shaped beach. I remember feeling a little self-conscious
wearing my tiny pink bikini, but to my joy the little beach was completely
deserted. It was very sandy, and had quite high cliffs on each side, and
being that the only property around was our villa, there was no danger of
anyone seeing us.
  We spent our days playing on the beach, or in the swimming pool, there was
a tennis court and a games room. It was so nice being able to remain a girl
the whole time, without having to get dressed as a boy and go home. Some
evenings we would all go out for a meal in the local town, and I got more
and more comfortable going out dressed as a girl, and Miss Granger and
kirsty liked it too. It really was the best two weeks of my life. I didn't
even mind when one morning Miss Granger said that she wanted to spank me.
Kirsty had had a spanking the day before while we were playing tennis, miss
Granger had interrupted our game and took kirsty up into the master bedroom,
I could hear the slaps and cries from the poolside. I sat there and imagined
kirsty sprawled across Miss Granger's lap, bikini bottoms round her ankles
kicking her legs in pain, and I suddenly realized that I was becoming
aroused, and also... jealous. Its sounds totally bizarre now, but I was
jealous that kirsty was being spanked and not me. So the next day while we
were lying on sun loungers by the pool, and Miss Granger came out of the
house and told me it was time for my spanking, I actually couldn't wait. We
walked hand in hand into the house and up to the master bedroom. Then she
sat down on a chair and pulled me closer to her, reached forward and
gingerly untied my bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor exposing
my erect cock.
  "Looks like you're starting to enjoy your spankings a bit too much
Samantha." She said, giving my rock hard cock a little stroke. "I'll have to
make your spankings a little more uncomfortable won't I?"
  "Yes Miss." I replied, looking down at the floor. Miss Granger then got
up, leaving me standing by the chair completely naked, and walked over to a
chest of drawers and began to rummage around in one of them. When she
returned she had something in her hand but I couldn't make out what it was,
she sat back on the chair and placed the item on the floor, then she took my
hands and pulled me across her lap. I wriggled around trying to get
comfortable and gripped the chair legs with my hands. I could feel my stiff
cock squashed against her legs as I lay there exposed. Miss Granger then
slipped her hand into a clear plastic disposable glove and began to smear
some gel or cream around my bottom. Then she parted my bum cheeks wide and
smeared it all around my hole. I gasped as she entered me with her finger,
slipping it all the way up to her knuckle. I began to squirm and wriggle on
her lap as she continued to twist her finger in and out, opening me up for
what was to come.
  "Now then Samantha," She said, her finger still inside me. "I think I'm
going to have to be a bit more firm with you from now on, you're obviously
enjoying your spankings far too much," She reached down and picked up the
item on the floor. "You need to learn some humility, when we get home there
are going to be some changes." I suddenly felt her fingers widening my hole
as she inserted something into it, I moaned softly as she began to slowly
push it in further and further. "Kirsty's going to be spending alternate
weekends with her father when we get back, which means that every other
weekend you'll be with me." She continued. I parted my legs as wide as I
could and arched my back as the devise was slowly inserted up inside me inch
by inch. "I can see I'm going to have to think of another way to exert my
authority over you." She said, as she pushed it in as far as it would go.
It certainly felt strange, I'd never had anything pushed up inside me
before, and it made me feel a lot more exposed and vulnerable, a lot more
dominated and almost abused. But it did have the desired effect. The
servant/master relationship had been re-affirmed, here I was lying across
Miss Granger's lap, totally naked, about to be spanked, and with a sex aid
pushed up inside my bottom for all to see. The spanking that followed was
particularly hard, the stinging slaps must have been heard for miles, by the
end of it I was quite sweaty and exhausted, having been writhing around on
her lap and kicking out in pain. Miss Granger kept me on her lap for quite a
while afterwards, gently stroking my reddened cheeks and telling me I was a
good girl and that she would look after me. After she had removed the devise
from my bottom, she smoothed in some more cream around my hole, occasionally
slipping her finger into me, giving me a tingle of excitement, before
sitting me up on her lap for a cuddle and to wipe away my tears.
  It was a shame to be home after such a wonderful week away. I slipped back
into the usual routine of life, (although looking back on it now it was a
very unusual routine. I don't think many people can say that they spent
their late teens dressed as a girl). But little did I know that my weekly
routine was about to change again.

This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you have any comments I would love
to hear from you. Email me at... blazelandusa@hotmail.com