Megan's Rules Pt. 02

I woke up to Megan standing over me, gently nudging my face with her big toe. I was a bit disoriented but quickly got my bearings. "Kiss my foot good morning, and then get down stairs and make my coffee," she ordered, smiling down at me.

I got up onto my knees, lowered my head to her foot and gave each toe on her outstretched foot its own kiss. I got to my feet, groaning as I felt for the first time how tight and sore my ass was from the beating Megan gave me the night before. My muscles ached and my ass suffered from the bruising. I wanted so badly to spend a minute looking at myself in the mirror, just to see how bad it was, but didn't dare disobey first thing. Taking small careful steps, I practically limped down to the kitchen and started the coffee.

I tried keeping myself busy tidying up here and there around the kitchen, but standing in nothing but the panties I was given to sleep in, realizing I had no idea what was in store for me, I was a nervous wreck. It was a relief when Megan finally came into the room. She had put a short satin robe over her teddy, and had her hair down, hanging loose to her shoulders. She sat at the kitchen counter and lifted an eyebrow at me, as if to say "Well?" I jumped realizing my mistake and immediately poured her coffee. She took it from me with a nod, and took a few sips in silence, as I wiped the counter clean.

"Come over here. Let's have a look at you this morning." I put down the sponge and walked to her. "These little bruises around your nipples are lovely, don't you agree?"

I answered, "Yes, Miss Megan."

She turned my body saying "Stand in the light, I want to have a better look at your panties, dear." I stood in front of the window, praying nobody would walk by just then as she looked me up and down. "My, my. Do you know you stained your panties, hon?"

I was shook! I was scared she'd think I made myself cum in them, but I swore I didn't. Looking down I saw that, of course, she was right. There were two stains on the front of my panties. (Oh, how the shudder that went through me as the thought of "my panties" came naturally to my mind!) "Miss Megan! I promise, I didn't do anything last night! I promise! Please, please believe me! I swear it, Miss Megan!" I was so scared, my voice shook and cracked. I nearly cried.

Megan laughed. "Oh, I know you wouldn't do that. Not after your first lesson. No, I think maybe you had some nice little thoughts and dreams last night? Maybe you were excited by everything that happened? Tell me, did it excite you when you were being punished? And remember, no hesitation, no hiding. Just answer me. As long as you're honest, it's the right answer, hon." She took my hand in hers, and I felt genuine concern and connection.

"Yes, Miss Megan. I'm not sure why, but I was really ummm...excited by it. I felt I almost --" but I stopped short of saying it, not sure if I should be so explicit.

"You almost what? No more hiding. Say it."

"I almost...climaxed from it, Miss Megan." I blushed and Megan laughed and clapped her hands together.

"Climaxed! How proper you are! You almost came, you mean? Hmmm?" she said between laughs. I nodded yes. "Say it. Say it all. Tell me what almost made you cum," looking me straight in the eyes.

"You spanking me, hurting my nipples, slapping me. That almost made me cum, Miss Megan."

I was nervous and ashamed saying it, but seeing how big of a smile that got out of her, I was immediately glad I did. "Very good. Very very good. But some things were not so good."

"Oh no! I'm sorry, Miss Megan. Please, I'll try harder. I'll do it better, please --"

She laughed again. "So eager to please! I love how desperate you are. But no, I didn't mean you did something wrong. I did." She held her hands up, showing me her palms. "See? I used my hands too much and this morning they are a bit tender. Not as much as your bottom, I'm sure, but more than I'd like. Next time, I will remember not to use my hands. As much."

Hearing her mention how tender I was had my hands instinctively rubbing my butt. I could feel raised bruises and some raw spots where she'd dug into with her nails.

"In fact, that's now your job. When I begin spanking you, you are to respectfully remind me to think of my hands and offer to get me something else to use. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Megan," I agreed, wondering what else she had to spank me with.

"And hon, I will be spanking you and punishing you quite a lot at the start. You need to be trained. You need to learn your place. Understand?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Miss Megan. I understand."

Without warning, Megan spun me around, pushed me over the counter and tore my panties down. "Let's continue your morning inspection." She gently stroked my exposed cheeks, making little comments of approval, almost like notes to herself. "Oh, this is a good one...mmmm, yes...I bet that one will hurt for a week...look at how red it still is..." Remarking on my body as if I weren't even there. The spot she squeezed and beat repeatedly stood out with a raised welt, a painful and tender bruise I could feel through my panties. I gritted my teeth and let out a slow exhale as Megan lingered on the spot, tracing the outline with the tip of her finger before pressing hard and deep, sending shockwaves of numb pain through me. "Oh yes, that is a good one, isn't it," and gave it a light pinch that in any other spot would've been nothing, but right there it was a bolt of pain, and she knew it.

"A nice start, for sure," smacking me almost gently. "Now clean up in here and then get upstairs. I left your outfit for the day on your bed. You have lots of chores to do, so don't dawdle. Get changed and start with the vacuuming."

Sure enough, there on my "bed" was a maid's uniform. I honestly didn't have any idea what to expect she'd pick out for me, but seeing the ruffly dress, the white apron, the stockings and panties, still managed to surprise me. I assumed it had been Megan's Halloween costume at some point, a "sexy maid" or something. Just my luck she still had it in her closet.

Picking up the delicate stockings, I couldn't help but feel a little thrill. "These are my stockings," I thought to myself, and for the first time in my life fondled lingerie not in secret or in passing, but knowing I was to put it on. I felt...happy. Without thinking, I nearly had a seat on Megan's bed to slip them on, but then caught myself and dropped onto my cushion on the floor, rolling up each stocking in my hand, slipping my foot in and then pulling each one up my leg. Running my hands over the smooth black stocking felt amazing! I'd never really liked my body before, but looking now I actually thought my legs looked pretty great. And the lace around the tops of the stockings looked sexy on my bare thighs. Next, I took off my white panties, still ashamed to see the stains, and stepped into the black lace panties Megan had set out for me. I had to admit that they were really sexy, even to handle, and again, I couldn't help but think how hot my butt looked in them. Of course, the lace was rougher than my cotton panties, and reminded me of the spanking I'd cotton just the night before.

The dress was black with a ruffly skirt and tighter fitting bodice with lace cap sleeves. A white apron, also trimmed in lace, came attached around the waist. Picking up the dress, a bra that matched the black lace panties fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up and spent a moment considering if Megan really meant for me to wear it. "I mean, I don't really need a bra. It was probably just with the rest of the costume and she didn't realize it," I thought. "On the other hand, maybe I should just put on everything," wavering I countered myself, "but if it was a mistake, she'd be pleased that I realized it." I went back and forth, unable to decide what to do when I heard Megan call from downstairs "Hurry up! Do not keep me waiting!"

In a rush, I dropped the bra back onto my cushion, slipped the dress on, tried in vain to zip it up in back, and then hurried downstairs. I found Megan waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. "Well look at you! So pretty, don't you think? Don't you feel pretty, hon?"

I blushed. The ruffles of the skirt came down far enough to just barely cover the tops of my stockings, and I did actually enjoy how they bounced and fluttered as I walked down the stairs. The gentle friction of my legs against each one another as I walked sent a shiver through me with each step. Even the panties, with the lace rubbing on my sore bottom, made me feel quite sexy. "Yes," I blushed, but I couldn't help also smiling at her.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Megan took a step back and said "Turn around for me, slowly. Let's get a nice look at you." I felt her eyes on me as I took tiny steps, spinning around for her. When I had my back to her, she said "Bend over, bend at the waist and put your hands on your knees." I obeyed, feeling objectified, inspected, humiliated. I felt Megan step closer to me, put her hands on my waist and say "You know everyone can see your stocking tops and just a peak of your panties when you bend over, yes?" She patted my bottom and let out a laugh. "Now, stand up. I see you need help with the zip in the back."

"Yes, Miss Megan. I'm sorry, I couldn't reach it."

She started to zip up the back of the dress but then stopped all of a sudden. Her tone was harsh. "Why don't I see your bra strap back here?"

I regretted the choice I had made to leave the bra, regretted it intensely. I stuttered and my voice shook. "I'm sorry, Miss Megan! I...I wasn't sure...I mean...I didn't know if I should wear it...I'm sorry! Please, I'll go put it on now! Please, Miss Megan!" and I took a step toward the stairs. Megan caught me with an arm around my neck.

"If I didn't want you to wear it, why would I have left it out? Hmmm? Second guessing me? Maybe you know better?"

"N...no, of course not, Miss Megan! Please, it was a mistake!"

"I think you didn't wear your bra so I could have easier access to your nipples and chest. Is that it?" Not waiting for an answer, "Yes, dear. That must be it. So, let's go upstairs and see what I can do with such easy access, shall we?" Megan adjusted her grip so that her hand was on my neck, holding me there, but not quite choking me. Her other hand went to the small of my back and she guided me up the stairs to her room. Once inside, she let go of my neck and pushed me to the ground. I fell to my knees and stayed there. She paced around me and I could feel her eyes staring.

She paused at my head and I burst into tears. I leaned forward and began kissing her still bare feet, begging her "Please! Please, Miss Megan! I just made a stupid mistake!" Placing kisses on her toes, between her toes, the tops of her feet. I felt if I could just kiss them enough, beg enough, I wouldn't be punished. "Please! Please give me another chance to dress properly, Miss Megan!"

I heard her sigh as she sat on the edge of her bed. She lifted her feet up, allowing me to kiss under her toes, her arches, the soles of her feet, and sat in silence. I continued to worship her feet like my life depended on it. Her feet became my world, just slightly salty and sweaty from her sleep, I wanted to prove how badly I regretted not putting on that stupid bra! "Please, Miss Megan!" I begged.

"Enough of that, hon. Shut up and worship my feet. If you really understood anything, you'd beg to be punished. That's the only way you'll learn. I am going to punish you, and yes, I will enjoy it, but it will also help you. Teach you. Understand?"

"Yes, oh yes, Miss Megan. Thank you! Please, Miss Megan, please punish me. Help me learn." I was scared of what she was going to do to me, but I felt the truth in what she said. I wanted her guidance. No! I needed it. How else would I navigate my new situation and keep a roof over my head?

"That's better. Now, stand up." As I did, she spun me around, pulled the zipper of my dress all the way down, spun me around again to face her. Without a word, handling me like I was a doll, Megan pulled my arms out of the sleeves of the dress so that the front of the dress hung down, my chest bare. "Stay like that," she said, standing up and walking behind me. I heard her opening drawers, but just stared straight ahead at the head of her bed and the wall behind it. She returned holding a black box, about the size of a shoe box. She placed it beside her on the bed and lifted off the lid. I tried to see what was inside, but it was on the other side of her and couldn't make out a thing. "Keep you head up, eyes on the wall. If I catch you peaking, it will be much worse." I concentrated on breathing slowly, picking a spot on the wall to stare at. I didn't know what she was going to do to me, but I knew I had only to accept it, so knowing ahead of time might just make it worse.

I heard the light jingle of metal as she pulled something out of the box, and then I felt her pinching my nipple, pulling it out and then I felt the cruel squeeze of a clamp she attached right behind my nipple. It was shaped like a small pair of pliers, shiny metal, and squeezed terribly hard. It cut my breath short and my eyes tear up as soon as she released it, letting me feel the full pressure of the clamp. Then the second one went on. They were attached by a chain that Megan held up for me to see before slowly letting it down. She smiled at me as she took her hand away, letting the weight of the chain and the clamps pull at my already throbbing nipples. She lifted the chain in her hand again, easing the pull on my chest, and I sighed with the relief that brought. I saw her smile widen as she said, playfully, "Oops" and let the chain fall. The chain tugged down on the clamps and I gasped in pain. "Thank me."

"Thank you, Miss Megan," my voice trembling.

Megan reached back into the box and, to my relief, I didn't hear any more metal. I wasn't sure what she had taken out, but it became clearer when I felt the pinch and pulls on my chest. Starting from beside my nipples, Megan attached a wooden clothespin to my chest, then another, and another. All in a neat line all the way down to where the waist of the dress hung, just below my bellybutton. I wasn't permitted to look down, but I think I counted 12 down the side. Then she did the same on the other side of my torso. The numbing throb of the nipple clamps was relentless, and now it was joined by a couple dozen smaller pinches. My whole chest screamed for relief from the pain. "Let's have a look at you," Megan said and she pushed me backwards with her foot. I stood like that for just a minute or two, though it felt like hours to me.

"Oh dear, I did do that wrong. Come closer, let me fix it." I approached. "See, this whole side is put on the wrong way. I'll have to redo those. Hold still, hon." She reached to the first clothespins she'd attached and plucked them off one at a time. I expected relief, but they came off with a sharp pain followed by a rush of an intense burning ache. Each one a new reason to gasp. "Ok, let's do this the right way now," Megan said, with a cheerful tone. And she reattached each one, but this time rotated a quarter turn. It felt like a needle pushed through my flesh! I yelped! My whole body flinched with the first one. "Do NOT move!" Megan reached up and slapped my face, sending a shudder through my body, the shudder shaking the nipple clamps, sending a new wave of pain through me.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it, hon? It's why you didn't put on your bra, right?" she said, mocking my pain. The clothespins went on, each one a sharp bite followed by a dull ache. She pushed be back with her foot again and relaxed a bit on the bed. "Much better now," smiling at me. I was getting more and more sore with each passing second, but now I was filled with the fear of the pain of removing all the pegs and clamps. It hurt to keep them on and would hurt worse to take them off! I tried relaxing myself with some deep breaths, but moving my chest that much shook the chain, pulling directly on the pain points my nipples had become. But Megan just sat there, relaxing, watching as I blushed, then started sweating from the pain. Finally, I thought, as she leaned forward. I knew it would hurt, but then at least it would be over. But, no. She didn't move to remove anything from me. Instead she leaned in close and gave the tip of my nipples, sticking out above the unforgiving clamps, a FLICK with her fingers. I yelped "OWW!" and was quickly slapped across the face.

"Here, this will help you stay quiet," and Megan lifted the chain between my nipple clamps. Such a relief! I could've cried with gratitude. She took the chain and put it in my mouth. "There. Does that feel better than letting it hang?"

I nodded yes, taking in a shaky breath.

"You stay just like that, hon. I'll be back soon," and to my horror, Megan left me like that! Soon? How soon? What did that mean? How long could I take this? My god, I thought, I might pass out from the endless throbbing pain. I was panicked as I listened to her walk down the hall, but too scared to move at all. I took shallow, slow breaths, and thought only "Megan knows what's best, just do as she says" over and over.

Time seemed frozen as I tried my best to breath through the pain. My nipples ached, by chest throbbed, with a numb stinging. I started to drool down the chain hanging out of my mouth -- a humiliation on top of everything else.

When she finally did return, I had no idea how long she'd been gone. Five minutes? Fifteen? An hour? I had no idea, but hearing her come back was the happiest I'd been in a long time. She sat back on the bed in front of me and said "Well, look at the mess you are! Such a drooly little sissy!" I was startled by what she called me, blushing, a new insult, a new humiliation. Being called a sissy instantly conjured the image of what I looked like at that moment, wearing panties, stockings, and a dress. Being punished for not wearing a bra as I should. The realization was staggering. Was it an insult if it was true?

My thoughts were interrupted by Megan, who had reached down to the floor and picked up the panties she'd left there the night before. "Here, this is why you're in this mess to begin with. You love this!" and she wiped the drool off my chin with her dirty panties, rubbing them roughly over my face. She laughed and laughed at this, genuinely amused by her own actions. "Don't you love it? Hmmmm? Say it!"

I mumbled through the chain as best I could "Yesh, I love it Mish Megan."

She laughed sat back down on the bed and reached down to grab two strings that were hanging from the clothespins attached near my belly button. Not wanting to disobey her, I didn't even get to look down at them, so I wasn't sure what they were for. But as soon as she gave a light pull on them, I knew for certain. They were attached to the clothes pins pinching me.

"Time to take these off, hon. Remember, deep breaths, ok? And stay standing up. We'll do one side at a time." I saw her get a better grip on the strings, one wrapped around each hand. "One...two...THREE!" and in one lightening fast movement, pulled all the clothespins off the right side of my chest.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed keeping the chain in my mouth. It felt as though my flesh was being torn, burned off me, pierced by needles, all at once. And then, in the moment after the initial shock, the intense sensation of having them off, like my body was filling the space left by the clips with liquid pain. She rubbed her hands over my burning chest, up and down, from by navel up where the metal clamps hung from my nipples, then up and down scratching with her fingernails. It was excruciating, but I stifled my cries not wanted to disobey her command to stay quiet.

"Isn't that such a nice feeling for you?" tracing up and down my tender chest. "I have to admit, hon, that it is a really nice feeling for me. Hurting you like this makes me feel good. Don't you want me to feel good, sissy?" That word again.