Trapped In Their Panties

by Miss Frillyfrocks

 

Part III : The Party

After the floors were so very clean, I found myself again in her room stripped to my pink ruffled panties.

"Alice found you the cutest party dress. I can't wait to get you ready for your birthday. Its almost ready to begin. Too bad you continue to be a potty mouth whiner."

I stood before my Stepmother head bowed. She had gagged me by removing her panties under her dress and sticking them in my mouth. I was resigned to quietly accept my fate.

Here lift your arms and put on this lovely pink training bra. I can't believe your all grown up honey, but you are still wearing a training bra!" she laughed as she fastened the shameful bra on my chest.

"oh your legs are so smooth we want to show a lot of them off! Just these little pink anklets with lace ruffled edges show we can see your legs. Put on your anklets sissy" I did as she instructed as she called Alice.

"Oh Alice! Bring in the party dress! Snookums is ready."

Alice came in with an armful of frothy satin and lace. " Oh you called him Snookums. That's so funny. Can we call him Snookums all day!"

Oh that's a very good idea Alice. We shall call our new pet Missy Snookums. Stevie no more. Now we have a pretty pet, the lovely Missy Snookums."

I wanted to scream in frustration and stamp my feet, but instead I stood there the picture of subjugation and embarrassment, as Alice now handed me an umbelievably frothy white petticoat and help me to straighten it as it stuck out two feet around me and barely covered my thighs.

And now the moment, that I dreaded, a big lemon colored dress with a peter pan collar, and puffy sleeves, and a pink ribbon that held the waist in, and fastened in an immense bow in the back. I just stood there on the verge of tears, as my Stepmother smiled cruelly, and said "Your hair is much too short Missy Snookums. We will need to put this cute curly wig on you until it grows out. And at that moment she fit a blonde wig with immense curls in ringlets on my head, as Alice ooohed and aaahed in admiration. "There" she said, "now you are the most adorable panty pervert I have ever seen." I wanted to scream at her to stop. I wanted to rip the wig from my head, and throw off the dress, but instead I turned so red as I realized that there was a tightness all in my panties, which I needed to be so careful to keep my dress down lest they show! I was excited despite the humiliation.

Stepmother made me stand in the hallway, looking straight at a mirror so that I could fully bask in my humiliation. I was standing there for 15 minutes, amazed at my transformation when the bell rang. Oh dear the party was about to begin.

Stepmother grabbed me by the hand and let me to the door. She opened it, and there in the doorway stood Mrs. Parson's my former English teacher, looking stunning and stern. "Oh come in, come in. You're the first one here" She entered and then noticed me teathered by Stepmother's arm. "Oh is this? No it can't be." She was laughing and looking me up and down.

"This is Missy Snookums, who is so sorry she took something of yours"

Mrs Parsons regarded me with a nasty grin. "Oh really what did you take? Missy Snookums?" she could barely get out the name for laughing.

I stood silently with head lowered, until Stepmother's sharp pull on my ear forced my head up. "Well answer her!"

"I … I… my eyes started to well with tears of embarrassment. I took your panties Mrs. Parsons. I'm sorry!

She grabbed my chin and shook me roughly. " I can see that you are! Well you are a disgusting little pervert who is getting just what he deserves. I ought to put you over my knee! "

Stepmother grabbed her gently stopping her from shaking me. Don't worry Edna you shall have your opportunity! But after everyone has arrived. Sit down, Missy go and get Mrs. Parson's some refreshments, and don't forget to curtsy little sissy maid!

And so for the next half hour I alternated between being the obedient maid, bringing guests refreshments at my own party! And being the tearful confessor as I told the neighbor ladies one after another how sorry I was to have stolen their panties.

Finally the last guest arrived, and the one I feared seeing the most, Karen Showers my girlfriend for the last year. Stepmother made me go answer the door by myself as she rang. She stood on the threshold, her mouth open in shock as she saw me before her.

"Steven, what is this? What are you doing dressed like …like … an eight year old girl?"

Um… hi Karen, well I am sort of being punished by my stepmother.

"Punished..I'll say, why?"

"OH Karen, now I completely lost all my composure. I began to bawl in front of her. I did something bad. I'm sorry."

Stepmother, obviously had not fully informed her about the party. She stood there aghast.

"I ….. well… I have been sort of swiping ladies panties."

"You what!.... but I have been missing …. OH YOU!" Then she slapped me. It stung so! But I could only look up admiringly at this angry woman as she grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the house. Seeing the other guests. She said "Your other victims I see."

Stepmother took her by the hand, and led her past me. "Come in Karen. You are the guest of honor. It seems that Missy Snookums took quite a few pairs of your panties, but she is here to make amends and so she will. Isn't that right Missy."

I wished that the floor would open up and swallow me. I was so mad to be treated this way. … yet so excited that I was practically jiggling in my dress and petticoats. "Yes Stepmother"

Once again, I found myself going back and forth into the kitchen retrieving refreshments for the ladies who generally ignored me, or embarrassed me with a cutting remark or a pinch on the bottom. I was so busy, that I didn't realize at first that Stepmother was talking to me as I bowed to retrieve a napkin that she had allowed to fall to the floor.

" Stand over there Missy and face the women that you have offended", she indicated as space in the front of the living room where I could stand and face all the ladies seated on the sofa, and chairs. I did so and stood before the women.

"Now take your hands and grab the ends of your petticoats."

I did as ordered with increased nervousness.

"Now lift your pettis Missy so we can see your pretty panties! " Her voice rose as if speaking to a child.

"Oh no Stepmother, please no…not in front of everyone."

"Now!" she intoned in the stern tone that I was finding harder and harder to resist.

My eyes closed with shame I lifted my petticoats high exposing my panty front to the seated ladies.

Seconds later there was laughter, and they were talking excitedly to each other.

"Look, his panties are all stretched in the front!"

"Can you believe it he is enjoying himself being our little servant here."

"Oh my, Mother, is he really excited it doesn't seem to stretch the panties much" Oh dear Alice back in the room again.

"He doesn't seem to stretch them much does he honey? But that is because he only has a little sissy peeny rather than a real man's penis, Alice. That is just how much he can stretch his panties when he is very excited! Now tuck your peeny away, you dirty little sissy pervert! "

And she actually got up, reached lowered my panties while I still held my skirts out, and pushed my penis between my legs, pulling the panties back up. Then smoothed my dress all around until she was satisfied that I was presentable.

"Now it is time for forfeits ladies. Get your little box, from the hallway sissy it is time for you to return the ladies property". I slowly and with dread went to the hall where I found the shoebox, that held my shameful booty, though, it seems that Stepmother had put them all into plastic bags.

"You know what belongs to who Missy Snookums. Return their property."

I first took the bag with the black bikini panties that belonged to Mrs. Strong, the woman who hung her panties outside sometimes down the street. Too embarrassed to look at her, I handed her the baggy. "Curtsy when you give a woman back her undies sissy" I curtsied as ordered holding my skirts out, and putting one foot behind the other.

"Myra Strong do you have any questions for my little panty slave stepson? Do you have a punishment you wish to inflict?"

"Yes Rhonda." She held my face by the chin, and held it up looking into my eyes with her own dark orbs. "Did you make a mess in my panties Sissy? Did you launder them?"

I began to blubber…. "Uh… yes …. No. "

"Yes No what?" she shook me.

"I didn't have time to launder them. Stepmother kept me busy all day, and I never was given the chance. I am sorry that the panties are messy Ms. Strong?" I was feeling genuinely sorry, wishing I had the opportunity to hand wash them right away.

"Oh yuck. I don't want these, and I don't think too many of the other ladies want the return of panties that you have used so shamefully! She rose above me, and forced me to my knees. I think your punishment will be a trip to the mall next weekend where you can buy me new panties from your savings."

Oh a delightful idea said Mrs. Parsons, yes… we shall go with him to the mall next weekend. Won't that be wonderful Rhonda."

"Indeed , I think we can spend a whole week planning the most perfect little panty shopping trip for Missy." I even know a person we can bring that will be the most wonderful surprise."

I trembled with dread. What sort of surprise would this be. I wouldn't be made to go to the mall dressed like this would I?

Even as I shrank from that thought other women suggested their punishments. Weekends here doing cleaning, nights there writing I'm a little panty pervert 1000 times while seated on a little stool. The ladies were really using their imagination, and Stepmother was writing each one down, as I curtsied my assent to lady after lady.

Finally I found myself kneeling before Karen.

"To think, the times I tried to get you to show me the love that a man can give a woman, and always there was some excuse, and meanwhile you were spending the evening, with your nose in one pair of my panties and your peeny in another. Did you like to rub me through my panties so that you could get them all wet, for later when you stole them?"

I blushed a deep crimson. She could see in my eyes that it was true.

"Oh disgusting. Up here sissy for the punishment you deserve."

She pulled me up onto her lap and threw me across her thighs. Then she lifted my dress and pettis.

"Count your spanks , Missy Snookums"

With that her hand feel on my bottom with surprising strength, and it was on fire. "One," I squealed. And the hard blows kept coming on my pantied bottom, and I continued to count, and soon I was yelping even as I tried to count and I was kicking on her lap and squirming. And the blows continued, and I could hear the ladies laughing and voicing their pleasure at my punishment, and I was lost feeling the strength of Karen, my former girlfriend, feeling her anger and contempt as she roughly worked me on her lap, and the blows that made me cry and kick.. but her thighs felt smooth through my dress, and realizing how I must have looked to these angry ladies. And it was like a dream, a fantasy even as it hurt so, and I felt so helpless, and it was like I was transported…until I heard

"What!!" Karen threw me off her lap, and I landed in a heap at her feet.

"What's the matter Karen! What's happened? " I heard the ladies exclaiming even as I now fully realized what had happened.

And I heard her words fall upon me like blows her contempt evident "Why the disgusting little pervert… his panties were getting all wet and sticky as I was spanking him! Can you believe it. My former boyfriend finally was able to cum for me, while I was spanking his pink sissy pantied bottom!"

Oh I feared there was more humiliation to come, as I looked over to see my Aunt and my stepsister smiling evilly down on me.

(To be continued)

  

  

  

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