Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2013 01:54:22 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Toni and the Panties 2

Toni & the Panties

Chapter Three

Tea finished I left the house with my big parka on. The weather had changed
an, there were storm clouds in the sky. And, I wasn't going to be late.

Billy James had coerced me into wearing panties and, I had been shocked
when I'd learnt I liked it; wearing panties that is. Heck, I'd even kinda
liked the pain ge gave me, when he had accosted me in the changing rooms at
school and twisted my nipples so much I'd peed on the tiles, which Billy
had thought was really funny.

And, before he'd left me there, lying naked on the floor, Billy had sneered
at me, cowering on the floor and whimpering with pain: "Well, tonight
you'll wear a pair of panties and come to the flat and be my sissy girl,
you gottit?"

With the pain he had caused me and the small boner he saw, Billy must have
decided that I'd do as he said and, he'd been right, 'coz here I am,
pressing the bell to the fourth floor flat he had told me to arrive at,
number ten.

I only have to wait for a few minutes and, the door opens.

"Alright there Sissy," he snaps at me, "C'mon in?"Billy James is wearing
blue-jeans and little else and, his toned body attracts me, in a way I'd
not realised, before now.

He looks out the doorway after I pass by, looking either way, down the
landing, to see if anyone has seen me call, I suppose.

"Go into the bathroom and strip down to the panties kiddo," Billy tells me,
suddenly sounding a little bit friendlier and, I call help but relax, a
little, even though I'm following his instruction submissively and readily.

And, as I make my way through the bathroom door I turn to look at Billy,
"Please Billy, don't hurt me too much??" I ask.

He slaps my bum, hard, then laughs at me.

"Fucker, I'll do as I want and, you'll do as I say. And, it's not Billy,
it's Sir, or Master! You gottit, you Sissy!?!"

And as I nod, tears form in my eyes: Billy James is so big and mean and,
I'm so small compared to him, so small and weak, compared to him.

"Don't nod," he snarls, "I want to hear you tell me you understand, alright
fucktoy?"

With tears now running down my cheeks, I look at big Billy James and I
snivel, "Yes Sir, I understand. I'll do whatever you want?"

And he stands there looking at me, his arms crossed, a smile on his face,
"Oh I'm quite sure you will, 'coz if you don't, I swear down, I'll kick you
round the room."

"Yessir," I add, "I do understand and, I mean it Sir, I'll do whatever you
want."

I mean it; I'll do what he says. Somehow, I feel that I have to and, it's
not just 'coz of the pain he caused me; it's something else? something,
confusing to me.

"Good girl," he begins, "And, just 'coz I think you'll look pretty in it,
I've left you something else to wear. You will see. Now, continue to be a
good girl and, get changed?" he tells me, patting my head and making his
way down the hall, where the doors open and, I can see a battered old black
leather couch.

I enter the bathroom, close the door and begin to undress. It's as I do so
that I see what else he intends for me to wear for him, a slip; just like
my Mummy wears beneath a special dress and, on top is a lipstick and, I
pick it up, thinking back to what he'd said earlier.

I finally stand naked before a long mirror and looking at my reflected
image I like my naked body, in those panties and, my little stiffie,
already making a wet-spot in the front of them.

Somehow I'm hard again, at the though of being on all-fours, wearing
girlie-clothes and him kicking me hard on my bottom, or thighs, for his
pleasure and, my pain.