A Boy's Bra Training And Discipline/Part Three

by Marlissa

"Off with your shoes and skirt, young lady. DO IT NOW!"

He shivered and knelt to quickly untie his saddle shoes. Then he stood, avoiding my fierce gaze and his dainty hands disappeared behind his back to unzip the skirt. It fell around his bare ankles and he stood in front of me in his clingy black tank top and yellow panties, head bowed.

I cracked the rolled up teen fashion magazine against my palm again. "So you hate being a girl, Miss Stacie?"

His full lips pursed stubbornly. He was afraid but he wasn't going to deny the truth. "I'm supposed to be a boy Ms. Hardy!" The usually demure docile teen was in full rebellion now, the soprano voice full of sassiness. "You made me into a stupid girl with little boobs to get back at me! But I'm really a boy! And I hate having to dress up and put on makeup and act like such an airhead bimbo! I want to be a boy again!" The failure to be chosen for the cheerleading squad had evidently made my Stacie think about his life. He had become so het up that he had forgotten I could use the Tutor on him anytime I needed to. But I didn't. Instead I answered my Stacie with firmness.

"No, Stacie. You're not going to be a boy again. Ever again." I let that sink in and continued. "You're a girl for now on-- a very pretty young lady. And yes-- you do have to wear cute clothes and make yourself up. Otherwise how will you keep yourself pretty? Being pretty is very important for a high school girl, isn't it?"

His lips were pursed again but he nodded reluctantly.

"That's right. And you'll continue to keep yourself as attractive as you can be. Or you'll be punished. And as far as acting like an airhead, let's face it Stacie-- teenage girls like you aren't exactly known for their IQs. No one expects you to know too many three syllable words as long as you keep yourself looking so adorable. And about acting like a bimbo, you should understand that showing the world that you like being pretty and showing yourself off is completely natural for a girl like you. No one would expect you to act any differently-- you're a healthy red blooded American high school girl with a pretty face, long legs, a nice butt and you know it. People expect you to put yourself on display for them."

The feminized boy listened to all this, delivered by me in a concise no-nonsense tone that brooked no objections. As I went on, he began to realize this would all end in a spanking.

"Now, is that all clear missy?"

He nodded submissively now. "Yes, Ms. Hardy."

"Good. Over my knee girlie."

He dropped himself delicately over my knee. I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his panties and drew the soft cotton down. "Bad girls get bare bottom spankings," I explained grimly. He swallowed hard as I smacked the rolled up Seventeen on his squirming buttcheeks. He yelped and began to whine as I landed smack after hard smack on his rear. After ten swats, I told him to go stand in the corner.

"I want you to think awhile about how a good girl acts. And if I ever hear about you wanting to be a boy again, you'll get double-- understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Hardy-- I do now," he practically whispered.

"Good, now pull up your panties. After you've thought about things for awhile, we'll talk again."

I left him in the corner for a solid four hours. From time to time I would peek in to make sure he was standing only to find him looking at the wall, face as devoid of expression as he could make it. Clearly he was afraid I might find an excuse to tan his hide again. And to be honest, he was right! At last I called for him. He scampered over to me, eyes clear and skin goosebumped from standing in the cool still air for so long.

"Have you learned your lesson, missy?"

He nodded, his ponytail bobbing up and down fervently. "Yes, Ms. Hardy!"

I sneered. A good spanking was the a terribly effective attitude adjuster for little Miss Stacie Fox. "And what do you have to say for yourself?"

He looked down sadly then made himself continued in that darling submissive soprano. "That I'm a girl, Ms. Hardy."

I folded my arms, giving him a searing look. "Oh? I thought you were really a boy!"

He shook his head, terrified. "Oh no, Ms. Hardy! No-- I'm a girl!"

"And do you like being a girl?"

He shook his head. "Oh yes, yes, yes! I do like being a girl!"

I pretended to be unconvinced. "Why do you like being a girl so much, Stacie?"

One of his manicured hands leapt to his hair and the other to his hip. "Oh I like to make myself up with makeup, to fix my hair so everyone thinks it looks sexy! And I just love to dress up in all my gorgeous clothes! And being a girl is fun because you get so much attention! All you have to worry about is how you look and having a good attitude! Not being uppity or anything! Before I was being uppity and such a little bitch! But I won't act that way anymore! I'm just so grateful that I can be a girl from now on!" His eyes were wide and begged for approval.

I nodded, a small smile on my face. "Fine. That's an acceptable attitude, Miss Stacie. You may get ready for bed now young lady and go to sleep with the knowledge that that's all you're ever going to be from now on-- a girl."

And with that Dino Fazio truly became Miss Stacie Fox, legal ward of Ms. Meg Hardy. True, SHE would give me trouble from time to time and spankings would be required to keep my Stacie properly disciplined. But never again did Stacie attempt to convince me SHE was really a HE. No, little Stacie resigned HERSELF to being the sexy airheaded bimbo teenage girl SHE knew SHE was. And that was that. There was just one more chapter to write in her story. I had transformed tough Dino Fazio the bully into playful Stacie Fox the heartbreaker. Now I just had to make her over fully into the sexy, luscious lesbian lover I had always fantasized about. It was to turn out I would have unanticipated help from some very unlikely accomplices.

The next morning was Saturday. I wanted to reward my Stacie for facing up to her new life so obediently the night before. I surprised her by announcing we would take a trip to the mall. "I know how teenage girls just love to shop at malls."

SHE gave me a fetching smile and nodded excitedly. "Oh, we do, Ms. Hardy! We teenage girls just loooove to hang at the mall!!!! May I go put something cute on before we go?"

I waved her off. Stacie returned in a pink poodle skirt, pink heels and a tight white and pink striped top. She had remade her face with fresh pink lipstick and tied an oversized pink bow on her ponytail. A perfectly primped and pouty little teen mallwalker. At that moment I wanted to push her to her knees, pull off my jeans, yank down my panties and start teaching young Miss Fox the finer points of orally pleasuring her older mistress. But I refrained. There would be time I told myself. Lots of it.

When we arrived at the mall, I took Stacie to Victoria's Secret. She looked at me curiously. A sales lady in her forties approached.

"May I help you, Madame?"

"We're here to shop for my niece, Stacie. As you can see, she's very, very small on top and she's very self-conscious about it. I thought she might gain a half size or so with a Wonder Bra. What do you think?"

The woman examined a blushing Stacie clinically and nodded. "I think so. Even Kate Moss gained something and your niece looks to be a 32 AA which is her size. Is that so young lady? Are you a 32 AA?"

Stacie was redder than a lobster. "Actually I'm a 32 AAA, ma'am."

The sales clerk nodded. "Any favorite color you'd like? Wonder Bras come in a number of pretty colors."

Stacie shrugged.

The sales lady smiled. "I'm sure your boyfriend has some ideas about that doesn't he? Maybe a black perhaps?"

"Uh, may I have a pink, Ma'am?" Stacie requested sweetly. I could have French kissed her right there and then. She was so femmy, so girlish, a fresh piece of sex candy!

The clerk nodded. "Of course-- pink, for a good girl! Come with me and we'll get you fitted. And you Ma'am, if you like." The three of us walked into the back fitting rooms. As I watched Stacie shyly undress and gently wriggle her tiny breasts into the Wonder Bra, I felt my panties wetten. The excitement on her face was genuine as she watched the miracle occur in the mirror. Her juvenile bumplets were plumped up and separated, shaped into two small, pointed cones of pink lace. I could see the proud thrill on Stacie's face as her hands deftly hooked the bra in the back. My teeny bopper thrust her chest out like a table dancer showing her wares to a potential buyer. Instead of looking like a blushing girl of twelve on the first step of womanhood, she suddenly looked like a promising minx of fourteen ready to tempt a boy with her ripening breasts!

The sales lady spoke to me. "I think your niece is about a 32A in the Wonder Bra. Will you be buying it?"

I handed her a credit card.

"Please don't ring it up yet!" Stacie whined softly.

I arched my eyes coldly. "Don't you like the bra, Stacie?"

She nodded, her boobs even jiggling slightly in the new bra. "Oh, yes, I loooove it! But may I have a white one too?"

I nodded.

She gave me a bratty smile. "And some new panties? Please?!"

I nodded. Stacie proceeded to wrack up two hundred dollars worth of lingerie as she eagerly picked out Wonder Bras in pink, white, blue and champagne. To this she added three pairs of cotton Jockeys For Her in white "just for school and stuff," she explained. "Aren't they so sophisticated? I love their ads in Sassy!" Stacie also "had to have...pretty please?" several pairs of Calvin Klein cotton thong panties in black, blue, gray, red and pink. She "had to have" a little pink cotton teddy to "play around the house in." A sleevelees white teddy decorated with cherries caught her eye and she threw that in the growing pile of dainties. True to her age, she properly confined herself to girlish cottons, though her eyes danced over the more exotic g- strings, corsets and push-up bras of lace, silk, satin and even leather! She'd never wear that stuff in my bed, I'd already decided. I wanted my teen queen in her skimpy natural cottons. That was what turned me on and that was what my Stacie would wear for her mistress.

"Teenage girls go crazy when they get to this age, don't they?" the clerk offered sympathetically. "She's a pretty girl and pretty girls just love their lingerie!"

I smiled. I loved them to see pretty girls in it! As we drove home, I could tell Stacie was either honestly excited about her new undies or was trying her best to convince me she was trying very hard to be the girl I expected her to be. Either way I didn't care. She'd put on a fashion show and I 'd sit back and enjoy. And as she proceeded to try on her darling new underwear, I watched with a growing appetite for that lithe, trained new girlish body. All that weekend I debated how to begin Stacie's lesbian training, but ironically she was behaving so well, so flirtishly femmy that I couldn't bring myself to force my desires on her.

I called Diana and she dismissed my pity out of hand. "She belongs to you. Use her-- that's why we did all this for God's sake!"

I hung the phone up, half-heartedly agreeing with her. But looking at my sweet Stacie as she pranced around in her new "cherries" teddy and the tiny bulge of her chastity belt underneath, all I could feel was sorry for the beautiful enticing teen. Did she know why this had happened to her? How would she react when I told her she would be my sex slave from now on? But then macho bully was now a defenseless innocent piece of feminine fluff-- what could she do? Still I didn't have the strength to do what I knew I wanted to do--rape the sexy young slut.

On Monday she proudly donned her Wonder Bra and wore it for me. She had picked out a tight fluffy angora sweater that showed clearly displayed her enhanced chest. She strutted like some show-girl in training with her petite breasts thrust out comically. As we parted company on the school grounds I watched the renewed interest the male students now paid her. It wasn't till later in the day that I saw her again. Mr. Temple had called me into his office.

"I'm very sorry this has happened, Meg, really I am," he insisted as we satin his office behind closed doors.

"What are you talking about? What's the matter?" I demanded, suddenly very cold.

"Your niece Stacie has been raped." He shook his head sadly as he imparted this bombshell.

"What?"

"It wasn't penetration so there's at least no danger of pregnancy," he assured me. "How do I explain this?" His wise, kind eyes furrowed gently and he went on. "It seems that the two boys in your class, Frankie and Jed, took special interest in Stacie today and followed her around all day telling her how pretty she was. Well, this evidently upset the boys' girlfriends, Samantha and Beth. So the girls followed Stacie into an empty class room and held her down. They, uh, pulled Stacie's sweater off and again, evidently she was wearing one of those Wonder Bras that, uh, add to the figure. Well, while Beth held Stacie down, Samantha went to get the boys. When they got there, the girlfriends showed the boys that Stacie was 'fooling' them with this new bra. Then to punish Stacie for trying to steal their boyfriends, Samantha and Beth invited the boys to, uh, well-- have poor Stacie perform oral sex on them."

I listened to the story, too stunned to speak. He continued.

"The boys, uh, took turns with Stacie while the girls held her down till they were finished. When they were through they tied Stacie's hands behind her back with the WonderBra and between classes tied her to her locker door out in the corridor bare chested. Uh, the girls wrote something on her chest in lipstick-- " but he stopped.

"What? What was it?" I demanded.

He paused then answered. "'Free Blowjobs.' When the class bell rang, the kids all went out and saw her tied up like that and- - oh, it's just awful. Awful. Look, I think you ought to take her home now. We'll need her to talk to the police but that can wait till tomorrow."

I agreed and Temple led me to poor Stacie who sat in the nurse's office, sobbing hysterically. Taking her in my arms I led her to the car and in silence drove her home. At last I knew my timing was right. I told Stacie to get herself together and wait for me to call her. With a thirst for her pert breasts, I quickly undressed and threw on a robe. Without explaining, I went to her room and opened her underwear drawer. I picked out two items and flung them purposely on the floor in front of her.

"Strip and put them on. Then attend me in my bedroom." I uttered the order flatly and harshly. Returning to my bedroom, I dispensed with the robe. I fluffed my pillows and reclined back on the bed, completely nude. I slipped under the cover sheet and waited with a special surprise for Stacie besides me.

"One more second and you're going over my knee, Stacie!" I bellowed.

In an instant she scampered in, out of her school clothes now and wearing only what I wanted her in. Frightened, my ponytailed pet wore only the pink Wonder Bra and Calvin Klein thong panties, also pink. She had been forced to orally service two horny teenage boys, humiliated by two girls her own age and now she was being made to strip to these undies by me. What was happening?

"Play with your breasts Stacie. Show me how hot you are for someone to touch them."

"I'm a good girl, Ms. Hardy!" she pleaded in confusion but she changed her tune as I pulled out my surprise for her from under the covers-- a riding crop. Her reticence was overcome by fear. Her small hands slowly rose to the pink cotton bra'ed tits and slowly kneaded them.

I slapped the bed with the crop. "Sexy little bitch! Do it-- play with your tits, my little prom queen!"

Stacie cupped her breasts more urgently and I could see the nipples hardening.

"Take off your bra and show me those little hooters of yours, slut!"

She obeyed, her hands unhooking the bra and gingerly baring her modest chest.

"Fried egg tits."

Stacie's face fell and she began to cry. I threw off the covers and spread my legs. "Come service me. Come service your Mistress Meg, pretty girl. You are a pretty girl aren't you?"

Stacie crawled up onto the bed, her brown eyes wet with tears. I cupped her chin as her head found it's station between my legs. "I asked you a question."

"Y-yes, Ms. Hardy! I am a pretty girl!" She was choking on her tears. I could tell the way she was squirming that she probably had a hard-on in her chastity belt under those sweet pink panties of hers.

"And now you'll be a pretty LESBIAN girl for your mistress. Won't you? Will you be my sexy teen slavegirl lover?"

She didn't answer. Little bitch STILL was clinging to the idea that SHE was really a HE! Imagine, even then-- when she was in her pretty pink panties with her titties hanging out, nipples hot and hard-- even then she still thought that deep inside she was Dino Fazio, high school tough guy! It made me laugh.

"Tell you what, Stacie. You're going to be my private plaything, my pretty lesbian slavegirl. You're going to learn all the things that a woman wants from a pretty girl. I'm going to teach you all these things. And some may hurt. But you're going to LIKE being a slavegirl, always smiling because you want to please your mistress. And you know why you're going to do these things?"

Stacie looked at up me from between my spread legs, lips quivering, in anger or fear I couldn't tell.

"You're going to do these things because if you don't, then I'll hire you out as a call girl. Know what they do? They go to horny men's apartments to get them off. I bet you'd be popular-- so young, so innocent, so fresh. What healthy man won't want to stick it to a high school teeny bopper. They'll use you good and hard and you'll bring the money to me. Either that or I'll put you on the street to suck cocks like you did today! You want to do that?"

His face dropped. And that was when HE knew that as bad as being my bimbo would be, it was better than the alternative. "Please! No, I'll be a good lesbian girl for my mistress! Please don't make me do that! I don't want to do that for men! Please!"

"Fine, slut." I took hold of her ponytail and yanked it down. "Begin your new duties missy. NOW!"

And so my sixteen year old sex toy began to pleasure her mistress for the first time. That night was long and memorable and Stacie learned the first of many love lessons I would teach her-- how I expected her to use that sweet tongue of hers on my nether regions, how I trained my new pet to worship my body, erotic massages, toe sucking and more. After I tired of her late in the night, I showed Stacie her new place of rest-- the foot of my bed. As I collared and leashed my sex kitten, I told her she would have so much more to learn. As I drifted off to a blissful sleep, I could hear her pathetic sniffling as she contemplated her new life as a lesbian's sex slave.

The next morning, I laid down the new rules. There would be no more school for Stacie and I would resign to see to her training full time, to better teach her how to serve her mistress. In public I would be "Ms. Hardy." At home-- Mistress Meg. She would wear her girlish lingerie-- panties, bras, teddies, camisoles. But nothing else. Unless I said so.

I left her to consider all this as I rode into the high school to finish up the loose ends. Temple was surprised but understood that I needed to spend more time with my niece-- especially after receiving Stacie's written apology to her attackers.

Dear Mr. Temple,

Please don't punish Jed and Frankie for what happened. I was being a slutty little cocktease and I loved sucking their cocks. I made up the whole story about being raped so people wouldn't know what a whore I am and if Samantha and Beth hurt me, it was just because I was trying to steal their boyfriends. I apologize to Frankie, Jed, Samantha and Beth and promise never to do this again.

Love, Stacie Fox

I explained that psychological attention was needed and Temple agreed. I definitely needed to spend more time with my nympho niece.

That was three and a half years ago. I'm sitting at the beach now outside my beach home watching Stacie as she frolics in the surf. She's wearing the most eye-popping red string bikini. See her? She's bouncing up and down in the water waving sweetly to us. I told her I love to watch her make those little knockers of hers bounce for me and she obeys me in this as she does all things. She's swivelling those slim hips of hers painfully now. Poor thing-- I've been introducing her to thicker and longer strap-on phalluses lately and she's so naturally tight anyway. She doesn't cry as much as she did when I use her this way, but it still hurts her. She's so obedient, just like a domesticated pet.

Oh, sure Stacie is still blue about her new life. She tries to remove her belt from time to time. I caught her once in the bathroom. I cracked the door and found her looking into the mirror. There was a frustrated frown on her young face as she examined her lithe body. She was nude, having just dried herself from a shower. Her olive skin had tanned marvelously in the Florida sun as her bikini tan lines demonstrated. In one hand she clutched her small breast and in the other she yanked impotently on the tiny, brightly polished stainless steel chastity belt. She pulled at the thing till her face wrinkled in pain-- all to no avail. She may as well have been trying to remove her own skin.

"Damn!" Stacie cursed to herself. I could tell she was aroused.

Despondently she unhooked her fingers from the immovable chastity belt and clutch her other breast, now holding both as if to offer the pair of buds to some watcher in the mirror. She closed her eyes and began to massage the nipples which sat high on the petite mounds. As she began to moan, I knew she was pleasing herself the only way left to her now-- by playing with her small breasts. Young lust--a truly touching sight.

It's ironic. Please don't repeat this to my more militant lesbian friends, but I actually think that being born a male has helped make Stacie a more attentive lover. Having been brought up to think HE would be the sexual aggressor, it was a delight to teach Stacie the role of the feminine submissive, to learn the soft sighs of pain and frustration that are the slavegirl's burden. I think HER submission is even more complete because of it. As if in breaking Stacie of her maleness, I have created an even more feminine, even more obedient playmate. Now Stacie wouldn't think to kiss-- SHE is kissed. Stacie would ever take-- SHE is taken. She couldn't conceive of penetrating-- SHE is penetrated. And she doesn't make passes-- SHE flirts. Oh my teenage girl is such a sexy flirt these days. She's learned that when I'm using her sexually, I'm kinder, more patient with her feminine ineptitude. Even now. See how she's bending over to show me her butt in that tiny thing? Amazing that the chastity belt stays hidden. Sooo cute and sexy. Too bad she'll be leaving soon.

Diana called me last night and asked if she could have Stacie-- in exchange for helping to capture and train a new girlie for me. Seems a there's a gay football player who the Society is blackmailing to lose games. Seems that the Society finds betting on "sure things" He's behaving but to make sure he keeps throwing games, they want to give him a toy-- to ensure his obedience to their wishes. And he loves brunettes in red silk. I wonder how Stacie will get used to pleasing a man? I'm sure she'll be fine. She made such a wonderful lesbian lover-- it's good for a girl like Stacie to learn to please men as well as women. And I'm sure she'll just love to dress up for her new lover in all the hot foxy g-strings and slutty push-up bras I hear he likes. Diana says he'll train her to striptease dance for him in her new pretties. He's a big guy-- 6' 5" and two fifty pounds. Diana says he has a wicked temper. Oh yes, Stacie will learn to please her new master-- or else!

Stacie's Master. How strange that seems to me!

Oh, well. Got to go! Diana will be here soon to pick Stacie up and I have to call her in. I think I'll let it be a surprise. She's getting used to them.

But of course at nineteen and a half, Stacie is getting out of the innocent schoolgirl phase I find so sexy. Unlike Stacie's new master, I like my pets in teeny bopper cotton thong panties and training bras. Recently I've started teaching summer school again. And there just so happens to be the naughtiest fourteen year old boy in my class-- a Kenny May. He's a blonde-- it's time for a blonde, don't you think? What do you think of the name Kimberlee Maykiss, by the way?

THE END