New Bride

Part 1

Sissyboy stood in front of the full length mirror, staring at his reflection.

One week ago, he had been a man, at least he had looked like one. But Mistress Shawna had changed all that, by reducing him to a feminine little sissy.

His attire now consisted of a short plaid skirt with a white blouse and knee socks. His blond hair had been combed to the side and secured with a red ribbon.

He had to admit, even if only to himself-he did look cute.

The rhythmic clicking of high heels one a hard wood floor sounded in the hallway outside of his room, then came to a halt outside of his door.

His palms began to perspire, it was Shawna, he knew he walk by heart. His pulse was racing as she opened the door and stepped inside the room.

"Sissyboy, I am about to entertain a guest in my office," she told him as she retrieved the black patent Mary-Jane slippers from his closet, "and I am taking you along with me."

She handed the shoes to him, watching him immediately sit down on the edge of his satin covered bed and worked his feet into them.

"Good, now one more thing," she told him lifting his chin up toward her, "Your lipstick."

Holding very still while the lipstick was applied to his lips, he looked submissively into Shawna's emerald green eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, her very presence held him captive.

"Perfect," she said triumphantly, "now you are ready. You will follow me to my office and please do remember to walk like a lady!"

Falling in step behind her, Sissyboy followed her down the long hallway toward the winding staircase that would take them to her office. The sound of crying came from one of the rooms as their walked by. When Shawna elected to ignore it, offering no explanation, Sissyboy ventured to inquire.

"Miss Shawna?"

"Yes," Shawna answered, stopping abruptly and turning on her heel to face him, "What is it?"

"I…I was wondering about the crying. Is some one in pain?"

Without showing any sign of emotion, she responded, "There are others here, like you, who are also in training. There is only one difference between you and the rest…"

Instead of finishing, she simply turned and continued on her way. Stunned for a moment, Sissyboy had to hurry to catch up, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Upon reaching her office, Shawna held the door for Sissyboy, closing it once they were both inside.

"Rachael, this is my Sissyboy," Shawna said to the pretty brunette seated near her desk. Rachael took a long look at the young man dressed as a schoolgirl and began to laugh.

Sissyboy could feel his face turning red, as he became very aware of his appearance. Lowering his eyes, he stared at the floor until he heard Shawna open her desk drawer. A chill ran up his spine, he knew what that sound meant.

"Sissyboy, take down your panties and bend over my desk."

His eyes grew wide as he looked up and saw the wooden paddle that she was holding. He couldn't believe it, she was going to paddle him in front of her guest! Shawna had paddled him several times, but always in private. Now, this woman that had already laughed at him was going to witness his further humiliation.

Sissyboy reached up under the plaid skirt and took hold of the elastic waist band of the girlish panties, pulling them down to mid-thigh, then helplessly draped himself over the edge of the mahogany desk.

Shawna lifted the bottom of the skirt and folded over his back, exposing his bare bottom to Rachael, Sissyboy felt tears sting his eyes as he lay in full view of the woman. But he didn't have long to worry about it, for he felt the first whack of the paddle land on his upturned butt.

"Ooowww!"

"This paddling is a reminder that when I tell you to follow me, I mean follow, not lag behind me!"

Whack! Whack! "Do you understand?"

"Ooooowwww," yes, Miss Shawna, I won't do it again," Sissyboy promised as he felt the paddle land on his bare ass twenty-five more times.

"Now, stand up and turn around," Shawna demanded calmly. Sissyboy did as he was told, slowly standing up, then turning to face her. His face was wet with tears from the pain and humiliation.

Shawna took his hand and led him over to a chair next to her guest where she sat down and positioned him to stand in front of them.

"Hold your skirt up," she ordered when she was seated comfortably.

"Oh, Miss Shawna, this is so embarassing," he whined as he raised the skirt high. His panties still pulled down around his thighs and what was left of his manhood was sniveled from the shock he had underwent.

"Oh my, he really is a little sissy," Rachael laughed, referring to the size of his hairless limp penis.

Shawna smiled in agreement, "Yes, he is a sissy, but he has an excellent tongue."

"Really?" Rachael asked, her eyes lighting up. "You must show me when your punishment is over."

Punishment, over, the words screamed in his head. Hadn't he just been punished over the desk?

Shawna saw the look of panic in his face, but instead of explaining any further she told him to pull his panties back up and to follow her and Rachael upstairs.