The Perfect Beginning Ch. 06

"I think we should explore this.  Michele, would you mind spanking Tim now, I'd like to see this?  I think this could be very informative and really help the course our therapy takes going forward."

The poor boy was unsure if this was therapy or if Krista was so annoyed with him that she just wanted him punished. 

Therapy and punishment, it really is the same thing.  As Michele said countless time: It's for my own good.  She tells me that all the time!  "This is for your own good, young man." 

And he knew it was.

Michele smiled, this was going just as they'd planned it.  Prior to each session, Michele and Krista discussed the course of the session.  Nothing was a surprise to Michele and most of the ideas of what to do with Tim were hers. "Sure, if you think it would help."  

Krista was up and adjusting a straight back chair before Tim could really accept what was happening.  Michele reached for a hairbrush that Krista had on a side table next to the couch which had been just out of Tim's sight.  

Was that just sitting there? 

Suddenly this all seemed prearranged to Tim. 

But it wasn't.  I brought this up.  I began this conversation! 

He had no idea how easy it was for Krista to shepherd his thinking.

Tim was told to stand before Michele and he started to get that far away, disconnected feeling, just as he did the very first time she spanked him. 

Michele liked to stand him between her legs so she could clamp them down over his as she began unbuttoning his fly; in doing so, it always stoked her greed and a sense of sensual indulgence.  With Tim clamped between her legs, she felt like an exuberant, greedy, selfish, little girl opening her presents on Christmas morning. 

Despite her emotional rush, she affected the calm and cool demeanor of the adult disciplinarian performing her labor of love.  It was in these moments she felt all her love for Tim. 

Mmmmmm, my boy. Mine, mine, mine!

Later, in their debriefing of the session, Krista would share how she viewed Michele's careful, almost sacred process of removing Tim's pants, almost exactly the way Michele did.  She felt she was watching a pretty girl open a package within which was some unknown, unseen but certainly beautiful diamond jewelry.  Her eyes were riveted and she had to control her breathing. 

Oh my god, it's happening!

For Tim, Michele's clamping legs always contributed to his sense of juvenile powerlessness.  It was clear to him whom the adult was.

"This is one part of the spanking that I really kind of like." 

Michele and Tim both loved the run up to a spanking, the ceremony of it all.  They both savored their respective roles and the anticipation of a spanking was what aroused them both so intensely.  

"Tell me how you need a spanking little boy," said Michele with an aggressive, predatory smile.  Michele loved the humiliation he endured while asking and often begging for a spanking at her command.

Ordinarily, Tim would fully embrace both his humiliation and his desire, allowing himself the full effect of sexual lust for this profound ceremony and love for his disciplinarian.  Yet this was too much!

He still felt as though he possessed a modicum of dignity in the eyes of his therapist and he desperately wanted to maintain it. He did not want her to see him like this. 

Ms. Krista's watching! 

"Please, no," came his whispered plea.

Quick as a cat, Michele reached up and slapped her little boy very hard across the face.  She smiled lustfully, her eyes alight with intensity, "Don't you dare back talk me!  Does my little boy need a real punishment spanking?"

This got the boys attention such that Krista was no longer of consequence. Tim was now fully present, in touch with his standing and keenly focused on Michele.  Krista would see all, it was decided.  Tim did not want to truly anger Michele and he knew he'd pushed her right to the limit.  "No Mommy...I'll be good."  

All three were surprised by the mommy reference.  None were more shocked than Tim who had no idea he was going to say such a thing.  He thought of Michele in this way often, but he knew not to voice it.

Oh my god, what have I done! 

Certainly the significance was not lost on him, it was profoundly wrong and perverse, and he wished he could take it back.  

Both Tim and Michele were uncomfortable with it out in the open, yet each was at least as aroused by it as they were disturbed. 

Certainly there were countless times she'd felt herself as a mommy figure to the boy she loved, but never would she give that voice!  Yet each had learned that awkwardness could be used to fuel their arousal. 

Krista loved it and assumed this was a common reference and part of Michele's normally acknowledged role in the relationship.  Krista tingled all over and it was becoming harder to stay focused.

In turn, Michele was equally inspired when she reached up and very sharply spanked Tim's erection right through his jeans.  And how Michele enjoyed that!  Tim winced in pain and shock as he bent a little at the waist and cowered before the fierce girl, Mother figure.  She adored his response and hungered for more. 

God, I love doing that! thought.  

"Good.  Now tell me how you need a spanking little boy."  And for good measure, slapped him again on the penis even harder.  

Less surprised, Tim forced himself to remain still this time, in spite of the sting.  

Michele's eyes grew large with excitement as she wanted to do that again and again!  Greedily, she wondered if in the future, she as his mommy, she might try to administer an entire spanking to his hard cock. 

Naughty, naughty little penis!  Mmmmmm Mommy wants to spank!

Krista was aghast at the audacity of spanking a grown man on his penis. 

It's simply incredible...and so beautiful!  My god, she's his Master!

Now Tim was totally lost and fully embraced his humiliation as much as his arousal. 

This is when he both loved and hated his panties more than ever.  As the cute little girl panties manhandled his erection, wrestling it down and keeping it subdued below the waistband, it ached all the more with need. 

In Tim's mind the tight confines of the soft little panties conjured the image of the strong, athletic, little Barbie, dressed like the sexy but mean, little neighborhood tomboy who'd wrestled down and bullied his penis while claiming what rightfully belonged to her. 

She wore some barely there, Daisy Dukes with a very tight, form fitting t-shirt.  Her nearly black pig tails streamed from beneath her baseball cap and contrasted perfectly with her alabaster skin. 

She was exultant as she straddled his hard penis and like the neighborhood bully that she was, repeatedly and joyously slapped the head of his rock hard penis as hard as she could. 

All the neighbor girls stood in a semicircle around them and cheered on the perfect looking, young, teenage, bully girl.  She was their leader, after all and they joyed at her triumph over the boy just as much as they adored his public humiliation.  She was their hero and was so into what she was doing, she looked like she might cum as she scooted her crotch up and down his hard shaft while slapping his head from side to side with one hand and then the other.

"Ms. Michele, I need a spanking real badly.  I have a naughty bottom, I'm your naughty-bottom, and I need you to teach me a lesson."  As the boy spoke these humiliating sentiments, Michele began to slowly unbutton his fly.  

"I love you, Ms. Michele and I need to learn how to better obey and please you.  Will you please, please spank my bottom for me."  And this time consciously while fully drinking in the humiliation of it all, in the softest voice, "Please Mommy, I want to be good for you, but I've been bad and my bottom is so, so very naughty.  I've been a bad, bad, little boy.  Please give me a smack bottom so I can be good again. Please, Mommy."

Oh my god!

Very slowly, she inched his jeans down as she said, "Since you want your spanky so badly and since you've asked me so nicely, I suppose I can spank your naughty bottom for you.  I'll only do this because you want it so badly.  Is this what you need so badly?"  

"Yes, Ms. Michele.  Thank you, M...M...Mommy. I love you, I love my Mommy more than anything in the world."

Tim watched Michele break eye contact and look to Krista with an expression which conveyed the most confident self satisfaction any woman could share with another woman and for just a moment, Tim broke out of character, or gained some semblance of rational perspective and agonized over what was happening. 

No, no, no...this can't be happening!  Krista's gonna see!!!

Oh my god! was the thought that kept cycling through Krista's mind at witnessing Tim's full emotional regression. 

His posture, tone and complete energy totally transformed him.  She'd never see him the same way again. 

And then her amazement was two fold upon seeing Tim with his jeans around his ankles.  She knew Michele had him in panties and she knew she'd had all his body hair removed, but she was totally unprepared for what stood before her.  Michele had him in a simple pair of carnation pink, cotton, Hello-Kitty, bikini panties and what it did to him was nothing less than stunning.  His straining cock was filling up the front cotton panel, pulling up to the side.  It was tucked under the waistband and seemed unable to spring out and up to "freedom."  Though pulsing and attempting to struggle its way out, it was subdued by the thin, elastic panty-waistline. 

She's turned him into a true pantywaist.  Lovely. 

She never thought of a cock as cute.  If anything, a good sized cock was a thing of beauty and could even be a bit intimidating in its way.  But not like this, it looked harmless and down right adorable!  Perhaps just as amazing though was his ass!  It was so pert and round.  The panties pulled up his butt a little and created the most succulent cleavage.  For the first time in her life, she wished she'd had a cock so that she might impale him right there over her desk. 

Almost involuntarily, she reached out to touch, caress his pantied bottom before she caught herself.  Looking to Michele, "May I?"

Michele smiled as she understood well the effect of what Krista was taking in.  She nodded consent.  

And through Tim, these women came to understand and know one another all the more.  As Krista's hands gently rubbed, caressed and fondled Tim over his panties, she came to a much more profound understanding of true, ungoverned desire, the desire to possess.  She knew immediately that it was a feeling akin to what men feel when they look at a desirable woman. 

Though her desire and impulse was tempered by her love and sisterhood with Michele, she now knew what it felt like to objectify the opposite sex.  She understood the desire to possess, to own and to use and use selfishly and completely. 

Tim was a sex object to her now.  She knew her desire to fuck him was about claiming ownership as well as luxuriating in sexual power. 

She was so grateful to Michele for without her, this part of herself would remain a mystery.  Fondling Tim, she knew she would have to find her own submissive.

As Tim's therapist molested him, molested him with Michele's blessing, his head was aswirl with panic, humiliation and arousal.  He remained motionless, totally passive as his body was taken from him and given to another. 

Unknown to Tim, but not lost on Michele, he was very subtly arching his back and pushing out his bottom as Krista traced it with her fingertips.  She loved this little, nearly hidden sign of shameful desire.  Like his "dog humping" that he did when he licked Michele, she suspected he did not even know he was doing it. 

Tim was being totally debased and he could not help but to want more of it. 

My hot, little bitch can't get enough.  Good bitch.

As was often the case in these ever increasingly frequent opportunities, Michele was feeling very smug.

As Krista cupped and gently rubbed Tim's bottom over his soft, panties, "Seems one of us has gotten herself a hot piece of ass."  

The women laughed. 

"Not as hot as it's going to be."  More giggles.

With this highly inappropriate, sexist and objectifying remark, Tim felt confusion.  On the one hand he was being reduced to a sexual object, he knew that was wrong and he wanted to rebel. 

Yet in spite of himself, he experienced tremendous pride and exhilaration that Krista thought he was pretty and thought his bottom was sexy; he wanted to be a hot piece of ass.  He couldn't wait to tell Becky in the Lesbian Lounge.  He knew she'd fully appreciate his situation.  A smile played on his lips and his face went flush with both shame and pride. 

Oh my god, I'm thinking as Kimberly!  Is that wrong? 

As she kept rubbing, Tim was in heaven.  He stood motionless, eyes closed and just let himself feel pretty, feel sexy and desirable.  And then he felt the feather touch of a fingertip tracing up and down the length of his cock.  

In Krista's excited, baby voice, her peek-a-boo voice, "And just look at how small and pretty his penis is!  Well just look at you, little, tiny, dicky-penis.  You're like the most adorable, little boy version of a penis."

Michele laughed at her friends exuberance, "We call her 'Missy.'  Isn't she the cutest, most petite, little girl you've ever seen?"

"Oh my god, you've given her a girl's name?"

"You don't think it's appropriate?"

"Stop it! It's the most appropriate thing you could possibly do. I've just never experienced anything like it. I can't imagine most boys would accept this."

Smiling, "She has no choice."

 "My goodness, no wonder you can't think of Tim as the quote, real man!", she said with a laugh.  "It's so delicate!  And don't get me wrong, I could already tell he was small, but this...this is really quite small.  It doesn't seem right to call it a cock, it's way too little.  And it's so thin!  It's about the size of my nephew's and he's only seven," Krista lied. 

Tim was shaken from his reverie with the latest comments and had to fight back the tears that he felt welling.  

After some consideration, Krista suggested to Michele that they establish the belief within Tim that he had a small endowment.  Not only would it be wonderfully fun to play with Tim's mind in this way, but it would certainly make him more dependent on Michele if she was established as the exception, one of the few who would tolerate such a deficiency. 

She was pleased to learn that Michele had already laid the groundwork for all this.  

"Michele, I gain more respect for you everyday.  I love you so much, I wish you were my sister."

Michele reached out and put her hand over the hand Krista had on Tim's bottom and moved herself gently into Krista.  Locking eyes, Michele said in a very deliberate and meaningful way, "You will always be my sister, Krista.  Both women were flush with new found sexual tension as they stared at one another.  

Suddenly Tim felt a threat he'd never experienced with Michele before.

Holding eye contact with Michele, "How would you normally begin a spanking, my dear?"  The sexual tension the women felt for one another did not  abate, it was simply set aside as they returned to the business at hand.

"I'd call Tim over and stand him before me as I sat in the spanking chair.  Then I'd take his pants off and speak to him about what he did, how I felt about it or the spanking he was about to get."

The spanking chair! She's ritualized it all! 

Krista enjoyed a slight shiver.

"When you spank him, is he Tim or is he Kimberly?" 

Tim's face burned a deeper crimson with that question even though he knew it was silly at this point.  All three of them already thought of him as the geisha anyway.  Yet Tim wondered if there was anything Krista did not already know about him. 

And...has she known everything all along? 

He strained to not cry.

"It depends on my mood, I guess," responded Michele.  Sometimes I'd rather spend the night with Kimberly.  It's fun having a girlfriend.  Other times Tim needs his babysitter or apparently, his Mommy or Mother.  He can be such a little boy, a little crybaby."

"Is this when his penis would get hard."

"A-huh."  

"Well it's a little unfair because he is already excited.  His little baby dick is all hard, but I'd have to think most men wouldn't be excited if they were in his position. In other words, I think most men who had their pants taken down to show their therapist they were wearing little girl under-panties, and to be spanked, would be so mortified they could never get aroused.  But look at him. 

"You know this brings up another small but important point. Pun very much intended. He's small, you know that, right?"

"Yes." In a syllable, she conveyed impatient distain for it's association to her.

"His excitement is a product of his deficiency. We'll talk about that in another session.

"I suppose we should just continue as though it were a normal, night time spanky. 

"Wait, before you do, I want to correct myself."  Tuning to the boy, in a solemn tone, "I misspoke to make a point and I want to clarify.  No man could ever be made to accept wearing panties by a girl.  Know this in your soul. A girl has forced you to wear panties every day. You've been made to do this by a little girl."

Michele waited a couple beats to really let Krista's words sink in.  "Okay, well I do it most nights before we...you know."  

"Before sex?"

"Yes."

"Why exactly?  Why spanking?"

"I know, it's so weird!  I don't understand it at all, but he seems to get really excited by it all.  His little penis gets all hard.  I can't even imagine actually wanting something like this.  I mean really, would you ever let someone treat you this way?"  

Krista laughed and then offered, "Goodness no, of course not.  It is highly unusual and speaks to a deep and profound personal weakness and perversion.  No normal, real man would ever want this, Michele...and then to want it from someone so much younger than himself.  Goodness gracious, I'm so embarrassed for him! 

"On the other hand, there is nothing at all strange or wrong about you becoming aroused when spanking Tim...or Kimberly.

"Of course, everything has a reason and it's what I was alluding to before. We'll help him understand why he is this way but that will wait for another time."  

Tim was fighting emotions on several levels.

"Really, because I was starting to wonder.  It's starting to really get me in the mood, if you know what I mean.  I'm really starting to enjoy talking to him about it, you know, like scolding him.  I think that's kinda neat...and exciting.  And even the actual spanking, like I'm kind of enjoying it and that made me a little uncomfortable...like his perversion was rubbing off on me."

"Think nothing of it.  It's totally normal and healthy, Michele.  Study after study shows a link between power and arousal in mature, healthy adults.  Of course this is different. There actually are no studies in which the man is spanked. If there are couples out there in which the woman is spanking her boy, it's a tightly kept secret. I can say with confidence that if they exist, they are very few.

"Yet with normal couples, men and women often enjoy great pleasure and sexual arousal from spanking ceremonies. Certainly it's not for everyone. Most women would have too much self respect to allow another to infatalizve them the way you have with Tim.

"Spanking Tim is an exhibition of power.  You are his disciplinarian, Michele and if you think about it, that's about as powerful as it gets.  Why on earth do you think those lovely girls wanted to make Tim the 'party-girl?'  They were doing what nature intended.  The strong rise above the weak. When they saw who Tim really was, it triggered them.  They had an awakening.