RELUCTANT PRESS

I saw myself in a tight black dress with a white apron and a starched white lace cap vacuuming the carpet in some mansion and in a white nylon, transparent dress with my bra and slip showing through as I set a woman's hair in Donna & Danni's Beauty Salon.

In another scene I wore a pretty, flowered sun dress walking along a beach with Susie.

Yes, I had subconsciously accepted the fact that I enjoyed playing a woman's role some time ago but this was the first time that I had consciously acknowledged and joyously accepted that this was what I wanted to do.

But, I was not yet ready to announce this to the world!

CHAPTER 6: My Fate is Sealed

The following week was probably the busiest of my life. Mom seemed to be adding to my chores all the time until it now seemed that I was responsible for all the housework, laundry, shopping, etc. Of course, Mom was also getting busier and busier in the beauty shop so I suppose that I should not complain. There was no way I could hide the panties that I had to wash out each night and iron in the morning before going to school. Mom decided that I could just as easily wash her's out too, along with her stockings.

And on top of my own work, I had to spend the week doing all of Susie's work which I quickly realized also involved doing all the housework and laundry for her mother too. Susie told me that she would normally do this but I knew that she did very little, if anything, around the house.

I had become a maid for these two demanding females. One day toward the end of my "hell week" I was ironing in the kitchen while at the same time trying to watch "A Guiding Light" on the TV in the living room. I was alone as Susie had stayed at school for a meeting. I heard the car pull into the garage and Mrs. Wales stormed into the kitchen. The look on her face told me she was mad and this was reinforced by the slamming of the door. I happened to look up just as she looked at me and no doubt it probably seemed like I was staring at her.

"What are you looking at, sissy boy?" she snapped. "Pay attention to your ironing!"

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RUFFLES & CURLES

By Kammi Morton

"Nothing, Ma'am. Yes, Ma'am," I answered in a hurry. "What the hell is this?" she yelled as she grabbed the blouse I was pressing. "How many times do I have to tell you not to put a crease in the sleeve. Does this look like one of your ugly men's shirts?"

"No Ma'am. I'm sorry, I'll fix it."

I never remembered her saying anything about a sleeve crease before, but I did not want to argue with her. Besides, I did know better and had I not been paying so much attention to the soap opera, I would have ironed it properly.

In any case, Mrs. Wales did not seem to be listening to what I had to say as she turned her back and pulled something from a drawer. When she turned around I saw that it was a wooden spoon and she did not look like she was about to do any cooking.

"Bend over that ironing board!" she ordered and she seemed so mad that I dared not resist. She pulled up the bottom of my house dress and pulled down my panties.

This was followed by a rapid beating of my bare ass with the wooden spoon. As crazy as it might seem, my first reaction was that I was going to wrinkle the blouse that I was leaning on but the pain of the beating quickly brought me to the reality of the event. I was being spanked!

And very sorely too. Mercifully, it soon ended, but not before I was in tears, which only added to my humiliation.

"Now, get back to your work and make sure that there is not even a hint of a crease in those sleeves. Do you understand, sissy boy?"

"Yes Ma'am," I replied meekly, my head lowered so she would not see me crying.

"And no more TV!" she shouted as she shut of the set on her way to her bedroom.

I pulled my panties back up over my very sore cheeks and concentrated on fixing the blouse. My mind was in shock from what just happened.

How dare she spank me? I was an adult, almost. Who the hell did she think she was? I was not going to stand for this. But in fact, I did nothing about it and continued to iron Mrs. Wales blouses, skirts, and lingerie with a care that I had never used before.

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