The Perfect Beginning Ch. 02

To Tim it was a miracle there was not more, but somehow his boxers contained the vast majority of his liquid eruption.

Without hesitation, Michele scooped it up with her fingertip and brought it to her other palm. Bending down while scooping a great deal of it back onto her finger, she used it to draw a cross on his forehead. Instantly it reminded her of the ashen cross she wore on Ash Thursday. "You will wear that little cross on your face to remind you of what a dirty, little sinner you are." She then, using another finger full, drew the cross down the bridge of his nose and put the last big drop on the very tip of his nose. She wiped her palm off on his hair.

"You will never do that again unless given permission. Do you understand me, young man?"

"Yes, Ms. Michele."

She slapped him smartly across the face. There were so many things to appreciate about a good slap but just then she was appreciating how when the slap was just right, it made a magnificent sound. So many little treats!

He was so relieved she was not leaving him, he'd have taken dozens more slaps and been glad for the trade.

"And don't you dare wash that off. You will be wearing that to school Tomorrow." She said the last with a smirk.

"But...but..." He almost said I can't, but he knew that would ensure a severe spanking. He knew he was on the edge of a rather severe spanking and desperately hoped to avoid it. "But what am I supposed to tell people?" He knew what a stupid question it was the second it left his lips.

Now smiling down on him, "I don't know, maybe you can tell them all what an icky boy you are. Just tell them the truth. Tell them you came all over the place when your 120 something, under-girl girlfriend gave you a spanking on your naughty bottom. Oh my God, what a pervert!" She laughed.

This was worse than a real spanking.

"Just tell them what a weird, little pervert you are." Warmly, "I'm sure they'll understand."

The boy realized that though he'd just cum, his erection was undeterred. The way she spoke to him was so profoundly degrading, so shame inducing, it made no sense why he was still so hard.

Turning slightly and speaking as though to herself, she conveyed a sense of exhausted frustration. "God, sometimes I don't even know what to... I wonder what my friends will say about this? I know I could use some advice. Cin will have some opinions."

Tim's confusion at this utterance was nearly enough to make him faint. The single most important message from the girl he loved was that she was not breaking up with him. Concurrent to this was:

Oh my god, everyone will know. Everyone will know what I am.

*

Though he rubbed off a little, the crusty remains were quite visible the next day while at school. He reasoned that some would naturally rub off on his pillow and that could be his cover. For the few who expressed disgust or a laughing curiosity, he told them it was a skin medication. He did his best to limit any and all personal interactions.

*

At last when he arrived at Michele's house, it put her in a jovial mood. Smiling brightly, "Oooooo, that's so disgusting! Go wash it off. Yuck!" She laughed.

****

Halloween was a few weeks away and Michele decided it was time to put "operation spankypants" into action. She smiled to herself when she thought about the silly title she was giving her idea. Yet she was still a girl and playtime was fun.

"I got your Halloween costume yesterday."

"My what?"

"Your costume, silly. Didn't I tell you we are going to Tanya and Cindy's Halloween party?"

Tim groaned inwardly. The thought of being at a party with a bunch of young girls sounded horrible and a little scary.

As they entered Michele's bedroom, he saw her costume laid out on the bed: a USC cheerleader outfit. He scanned for his own costume.

"Don't you love it?"

Tim looked around confusedly. "Love it? Where is it?"

"Now you really are a silly-head. This is your costume," she said pointing to the bed. Upon it lay the traditional USC cheerleader outfit of matching light cream colored long sleeve, turtle neck sweater and pleated skirt with deep red trim at the base.

"I thought that was... What? I...I can't wear that, it's for a..."

"It's for a girl, so what, it's Halloween. Of course you can wear it."

Michele always studied Tim's face with rapt attention during moments like these. She loved seeing Tim's inner battle: shock, distress, anger, resignation, fear and shame were all the obvious emotions.

The shame and humiliation were just precious and she loved them with all her heart! These were the emotions that signified both his submission to Michele as well as Tim's sexual arousal. Briefly, she wondered if he was already beginning to swell.

And on some level, beneath the dread, Tim loved it as much as she did. For both of them, the high always came from the drama, the emotional surges.

"Michele, I really don't want to..."

"Don't be such a nervous-Nelly," Michele said giggling. "Besides, it's decided, you are wearing it. Such a fuss!" said cheerfully. "Goodness gracious, maybe I should rename you Nelly. You'd make a cute, little Nelly. Nelly-Girl!"

His look of distressed thrilled her. "Oh stop that you big baby, I won't. Beside, I already think of you as a Kimberly. it's too late, I'm afraid. Take a deep breath because you are Kimberly forever more!" She laughed. "You silly-headed girl."

"No, Michele, that's not fair. You can't make me."

Here we go!

She felt wonderfully anxious and excited. She too savored the discomfort.

We are crossing the line!

This was the exhilaration that both loved, though she was much clearer about her feelings with it all.

Michele saw that Tim was trying to take a stand, and though she heard firm words, she also heard the pleading whine in his tone. He wanted to take a stand but was not sure he could. That's so cute. Michele liked this because she knew she'd get a fun little struggle, but it was all a foregone conclusion. Michele had come to enjoy Tim's little rebellions.

Michele said with the brightest smile, "Now you really are a silly-head. You know perfectly well I can make you. Now, you can cooperate or..." As she let that hang, she smiled especially brightly.

Tim hated these cutesy 'silly-head, nervous-Nelly' references, they made him feel so trivialized, like he was just a little girl.

"That's not fair Michele, it's not fair that you spank..." He realized it was too shameful to even say it.

"Spank you? Why not, you need it?"

"It's just not!" Tim felt like he was getting some momentum. Maybe he'd win this one.

"Okay, Tim. Leave. I guess we're done."

In the blink of the eye, the floor dissolved beneath his feet.

This was the real power: the willingness to leave Tim.

Her sparkling personality, physical beauty and general dominance was why Tim was so in love with her, but her real leverage was that he needed the relationship more than she did. The mere suggestion of ending it all sent him into an emotional tailspin. They'd not been together all that long, but already Tim did not know who he was without Michele's acceptance and validation.

Michele thought it was neat how she new right away, call it women's intuition or maybe it was the ability to read into slight gestures, facial expressions and subtle hints that Tim was far beyond being in love with her: he needed her. She just loved that. When you put that together with a dominant personality and a desire for control, you've got real power over your guy.

"What?"

"You heard me, get out. Go. If I don't get to spank you anymore, I'm not your babysitter. You obviously don't need my care anymore. I guess you are a big boy now. Just go." She sounded so nonchalant and unconcerned.

"What? No...I'm sorry. I...I...I'll wear it!"

"No, too late. Just go. I'll tell Mom that you were here the whole time but had to leave just a little early. We'll find another boy to take your place."

Tim sunk with an immediate sense that he was disposable and easily replaceable. "But...but...but I will, I'll wear it!" he said in a panic.

"Get out. Now," she said with a steely edge.

"Please Michele," he sounded so desperate and weak. "Please, I'm sorry, I am. I'm so sorry," stated with complete sincerity. "Please don't break up with me! I really, really do want to wear it. I promise, I'll be good. Please, please let me wear it. I want to wear it more than anything!"

She loved that he'd gone from refusing to wear the outfit to begging to wear it! Michele maintained her game face.

"Put it on. Put it on now." Tim had never stripped before Michele and turned away from her when he dropped his jeans and boxers. She thrilled at watching him pull the white panties over his smooth, hairless butt. She decided then and there that she'd have that pleasure from then on.

Once in panties, skirt and turtle neck sweater, he stood shyly before her.

She turned him around delighting at her little creation. "You will have to shave your legs of course. But you look good. Now ask me nicely for your punishment."

"Please, Michele, please punish me."

"I think you can do a little better than that."

"Please Ms. Michele, um, please spank my bottom for me. I behaved badly and I'm very, very sorry, but I need a spanking to really learn my lesson. Please spank my naughty bottom, Ms. Michele. Please..." As much as Tim feared his spanking, he genuinely wanted one so that Michele would forgive him.

"And what is the lesson?"

"To do what you say? To always obey you?"

Michele smiled. "You are going into the shower to shave before you get your spanking. Who's my little sissykins?"

"I am."

"Hurry up."

*

Curiously, Tim noticed she'd moved the "spanking chair" from its usual place.

Michele smiled broadly as Tim returned dressed as she'd wished. She made a note that he'd need to start growing his hair long.

Long pigtails would be soooooo adorable.

Already, she knew this would not be the last time they played dress-up.

After shaving himself smooth, Tim stood in front of the seated young Michele while dressed in his USC cheerleader outfit. His erection tented his skirt obscenely.

As she ran her hands up his legs going right up under his skirt, she looked up at him, making eye contact, her eyes big with anticipation and a smile that reflected a sort of predatory jubilation. His projection of fear and victimization stoked her inner predator and her arousal.

He moved to stop her from feeling him up but abruptly stopped himself. He was already skittish and did not want to anger her or provoke her into offering up some grand consequence. He was terrified of what she might do to him and he knew there was nothing he could do about it anyway.

It was so confusing because it was not as though he did not want sex. Just, please, please not like this! He was already such a well conditioned victim.

She loved how smooth his legs felt and decided that from then on, they would be kept shaven. She loved the feel of the soft cotton panties on his hips. "You look soooooooooo pretty. You are the most precious, little girl. God, it wasn't that long ago that I was playing with dolls and now I feel like I'm doing it all over again."

Certainly it was wrong, but a part of him did appreciate the compliment.

Michele felt so energized and joyous. She was finding easier to cross the line into the forbidden such that now it caused a little less anxiety and more just fun energy. In short, it was becoming just more enjoyable.

Tim had never been more self conscious in his life. More to the point, he felt like a sex object...like a doll...like a sex doll. He looked scared, which only added to Michele's excitement. His face was deep red and he could not maintain eye contact and he kept repositioning his arms, unsure what to do with them as he fought his natural impulse to simply reach out and stop the small, beautiful predator before him. He knew he should be able to.

But I can't!

She very much enjoyed feeling like a sexual predator. She felt like the aggressive boy feeling up the pretty, petrified, Pollyanna. In the moment, she felt like the gentle-rapist. With a playful and exaggerated look of excited anticipation on her face, she pinched the hem of his skirt and slowly and teasingly lifted it, revealing his massive, panty covered erection. She smiled up at Tim and said in sing-song voice, "Someone likes being a girl. In fact, it looks like this little girl is looking forward to her spanking!"

"No I don..." he began in a soft voice and then trailed off.

"You don't? Really?" She smiled and patted his hard cock several times when she said, "Well then this little girl loves it! You don't, but she does." Michele had never touched Tim in any real intimate way and he shuddered and tried to hold still as Michele continued to pat away at his cock and pelt him with her sweet, teasing words. "She's kind of betrayed you hasn't she? It's sort of neat the way she does that to you. This little girl shows me what you really need."

Who is "she?" he wondered.

"You say you don't like dressing like a girl and getting a spanking, but then this little girl gets all excited, like she's going shopping or something." Michele laughed. "Does she think she's going to the ball? Oh, I know, she just wants to cheer at the big football game and show off her pretty new cheerleading panties." Michele smiled brightly at Tim's dismay.

"Do you know how stupid some boys are? They actually name their cocks. It's true, Tanya's sister told us. They give them embarrassing, ridiculous names like Mr. Happy, Thor or Big Guy. God, that's so lame, they should be publicly shamed," she mused thoughtfully. "But you know...maybe they are on to something. Maybe we should name your little penis...something that fits her."

She is...she's talking about my cock!

With this realization to go with the fact that he was dressed as a cheerleader who was about to be spanked, he did not think he could sink any lower.

"I know," Michele exclaimed with excitement, "we'll call her Missy! Little Missy! That's so pretty and cute. Missy is so little-girl cute. Love it!"

He just sank lower.

"Can I tell you how appropriate it is that it is your little penis that most identifies with your inner little girl! You say you don't like dressing as a girl but I think you do, because look at Little Missy! Seriously, look down at her, she's so excited to be dressed appropriately for the first time in her life!"

Tim looked down and as he did, felt Missy...his cock involuntarily contract and push up and out a large drop of precum that soaked through his cotton panties.

Michele laughed in triumph imploring him, "Try not to make a cummie. Ha ha!" Rendering Tim speechless was so easy and so much fun. "You've been such a naughty girl and you do need a spanking."

Tim was so nervous, but the panties felt amazing and his cock was throbbing. Wearing the outfit was just so wrong.

"Ask me again to spank you."

"Please, Ms. Michele, please spank my bottom. Please spank my naughty, naughty bottom. My bottom is so bad, Ms. Michele" he begged in a soft, quiet, breathy voice.

When he then looked up at her, she saw in his face, just how lost he was. Michele was amazed by what she'd heard. If previously he'd sounded docile when spanked, it was now at a whole new level. He sounded so gentle, so meek that he almost sounded like a girl!

She had to wonder what psychological effect the shaving, the outfit and her force of will were having on him. Maybe she was really on to something with the whole Kimberly/Missy thing? Could it be that she had so much power over Tim that she could sexulize just about anything and make Tim like it? It was clear to her that part of Tim was falling into this.

With Tim over her knee, Michele's eyes went wide when she flipped up Tim's skirt and looked down at his tight, pantied bottom. Looking at him this way, she experienced a strong, driving hunger. She knew she was to punish Tim, but thought he was so cute, and in spite of herself, she began spanking him gently with her hand.

As she lectured him (as she always did), she discovered her voice was deeper, breathier than usual, which reflected her own state of arousal. Michele spanked gently as Tim kicked the slightest, mincing, little girl kicks.

Oh my god, it's like he's sort of ... becoming a girl!

On the one hand, it was all so absurd and the temptation to laugh at Tim, to humiliate him as never before, was tremendous. Yet more powerful was her own arousal, and intuitively, she knew this was an important, formative event and that there was plenty of inherent humiliation built into the event that would forever haunt the boy such that there was no need to underscore it all with her mocking laughter.

More important than pouring on additional humiliation was giving Kimberly the opportunity to simply become.

Let's bring out the inner girl!

Tim seemed to be completely drawn into what they were doing and she did not want to break the spell; it was fun having him as a girl. Intuitively, she knew this was an initiation ceremony or rite of passage; Michele was introducing him and inculcating him into girlhood.

She did not consciously know they were going here but once she saw what they were doing, she embraced it wholeheartedly.

That's right, you're becoming a girl. I'm making you a girl. Be a girl for me. Become.

As deep as he'd fallen into all this, Michele too was spellbound by the realization of her power over the older boy. She felt like she had magic, like she was a sexy, wicked-witch. She was becoming profoundly aroused.

"That's right little-one, take your spanking like a big girl. Yes, that's a girl. You get a big-girl spanking. You know not to disobey or sass-mouth me."

"Yes, Ms. Michele. I'm so sorry, I really do want to obey you. I want to be good."

The next thing he said actually made her a little light headed. "Please let me be your good girl." She had to catch her breath.

By now, Michele fully recognized spanking as sex and loved it for all its beauty and eroticism. She and Tim were having sex.

It was then that she realized she'd positioned them in front of the mirror for her own benefit as well as Tim's. As she viewed herself and Tim in the mirror, the full magnitude of what they were doing hit her. She saw a very young, 123 year old girl spanking an 180 something over-boy, practically a man, dressed as a cheerleader.

Somehow, the combination of the outfit, Michele's dominance and Tim's humiliation, psychologically transformed her "big, strong man" into a horny, docile, little girl. Michele had never been more turned on in her life. Her skin went tight and goosebumps ran up and down her arms and legs. Her pert, young breasts had never been so hard and her nipples were very tight. She admired herself in the mirror as she realized she really looked pretty, quite striking actually, as the erect, stern, young disciplinarian.

I look good like this.

She felt unadulterated pride.

Damn, I might look my very best with a boy over my knee.

In spite of her cutesy little girl outfit, she radiated authoritarian maturity. She looked like a composed and very pretty teacher, while dressed as a sexy, little girl, spanking her favorite naughty student.

It was then that she thought, not for the first time, how completely she'd overwhelmed him.

He loves me, but I'm waaaaaaaay more than he can handle. I do own his ass!

As she gently spanked, she realized her words reflected the appropriate scolding, but her tone sounded more like loving, encouragement. "Look in the mirror, Princess."

Tim's heart almost stopped as he took in the vision Michele had been enjoying. At first he did not even recognize himself as the cheerleader. It was so surreal, it almost seemed like watching T.V.