SPANKED AND HUMILIATED BY MOTHER-IN-LAW! My son-in-law was almost crying when my daughter dragged him into the room. "Please Jenny, please don't do this. Please!" He was whimpering like a girl. Jenny pushed him towards me. "Say hello to Mummy...and LISP!" I glared at my son-in-law. He was wearing a pale blue silk blouse and a pair of white nylon shorts. The shorts were very tight and I could see that he was wearing panties underneath. He blushed as my eyes ran up and down. Jenny had painted his girlish lips a pale pink. He looked silly, vulnerable, and quite sexy in a kinky sort of way. He was also wearing heels; a pair of white court shoes. They gave his long shaved legs just enough shape to make them look female. Our eyes locked and he whispered, "Hello Mother-in-law." And he actually DID sound girlish. "Do you know why you're here." I asked silkily. "Has Jenny explained everything?" He blinked, his face turned a deep crimson... and then whispered, "You're going to punish me...and train me!" He muttered sullenly. I slapped him. Hard! SMACK! He stepped back and held his face. I was angry.."You are supposed to lisp. And you didn't call me Miss." There was a sudden, shocked silence. He blinked away his tears and whispered girlishly "I'm sorry Miss. It won't happen again." Suddenly I realized that this WOULD work. He COULD be trained. He WOULD be mine! I grinned and turned to my daughter, "Leave him with me...by the time you get back, you'll have an obedient housewife instead of a cheeky husband!"

SPANKED BY WIFE'S LESBIAN LOVER! Phil tried to reason with her as she dressed him, "Please Jenny, I'll do ANYTHING you ask...I'll accept a spanking...I'll, I'll even take those pills you gave me...but please...please...not this!" His wife helped tug his blue silk knickers up his smooth hairless thighs. Her palm absently strokes his jutting girlish buttocks through the sheer material. He shivers with excitement. But Jenny shakes her head, "I'm not doing this to embarrass you darling...I really believe it will help. Think of it from my point of view. Yes, you wear skirts, and you do the housework..but you're still the MAN of the house. You only obey me because you WANT to obey me...don't you see...I need to see you submit even when you don't WANT to submit. You must learn to do things you HATE doing..simply because I want you to do them." She slid the straps of a very pretty lace and satin bra up his arms. As she fastened him inside its tight confines, she caressed him through the satin cups. His nipples responded..and he blushed. Like a girl! But he wasn't convinced, "I do LOTS of things I don't like doing...do you think I LIKE washing the dishes? But why you want to punish me in front of your lover I simply don't understand. She hates me! And she'll just LOVE seeing me in a frock!" Jenny watched as her husband stepped into his slip. She placed one finger under his chin..and forced him to meet her eye. "The very fact that we are still arguing proves my point...I won't be satisfied until you obey instinctively...now...if |I want you to bend over my lap, if I want to punish you in front of a dozen females you will accept..without question. Understand?" Their eyes locked. He licked his lips; Jenny had painted them with a coral pink lipstick that was so pale, it was almost white. His mouth felt heavy and alien. He swallowed nervously, "I don't want to argue with you...I really, really WANT to be your wife...its just that you seem to be taking it further than that. You're beginning to treat me..like a servant!" His eyes suddenly filled with tears. And he couldn't go on. His wife took him in her arms. She cupped his buttocks through his filmy skirt. She kissed away his tears and held him tight whispering, "I told you I'd have to emphasise our respective roles darling..just until you get used to the new situation. I'm the boss...YOU wear a pinny. And if you argue...I'll punish you!" She finished dressing him in silence. And then they waited for her lover.

I arranged everything perfectly. First I locked the door and pocketed the key. I positioned my chair directly in front of the mirror. I placed a stool next to the chair. On top of the stool I placed a hair-brush with a hard back; a short black strap, and a wide wooden paddle. Mike watched me with a frown on his face. I sat myself down and tugged at my skirts. Mike's eyes were drawn to my stocking tops. I wear old-fashioned nylons, fifteen denier stockings with a thick seam. The wide white suspenders of my girdle were clearly visible. I pointed to my lap saying, "Come. Bend over my lap."

Mike shook his head and backed away. But we both knew he wasn't going anywhere. Not dressed as he was. In a girls blouse!

It was very late in the day when he arrived. I tried to sound professional as I asked him to remove his shirt. But I was very excited. He was exactly the kind of quiet shy man I had been looking for. He was seriously over-weight and I explained that he would benefit from foundation garments as well as exercise. I cupped the loose flesh at his chest..and his whole body stiffened. Goose-flesh erupted all over him and his nipples hardened! I was amazed at this response. Our eyes met and he flushed a deep crimson. Not wanting to scare him away I simply shrugged and slid my palms down over his thickening waist. "We must control this...at least until you've formed some muscle here and here." I told him. He frowned, "You mean...corsets?" He sounded so indignant I answered rather sharply. "Of COURSE I mean corsets! Lots of men wear them. And you certainly NEED one. You could also do with a bra!" I bit my lip. I already regretted my words and I waited for his angry retort. But he was blushing again. And his face was hot and flushed. He simply stood there...and hung his head. I reached out and gingerly touched his chest. I gently squeezed and my palm forced the soft heavy flesh upwards...the effect was obvious. I was holding a breast! I used my other hand to raise his chin. Our eyes met; his glimmered with unshed tears of shame. "Well? Am I right?" I asked softly. He chewed his soft red lips and whispered, "Yes..but...won't I look silly?" I took a deep breath; I wasn't sure what was happening; but I knew I could take advantage..if only I could keep him here, with me!

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