This is the fifth installment of the "Our Steven, Our Stephanie" series, and I wish to give my thanks once again to the continued support and great feedback I have received for the chapters I have written and submitted thus far. You people out there have made it a joy to write for this site [as well as provided many great stories for me to have read on my off time :-)]and I hope you continue to enjoy this particular read.
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Immediately upon hearing the second of the two commands, Steven's mind, though still in the trance, was once more dominated by his male persona, though now with the still-born desires for the girl's clothing. As such, he was at once shocked at what he was wearing and could not understand how he had gotten them on.
"What the hell?" He started. "How the hell did this happen? Where did these clothes come from, and why am I wearing them?" Then, seeing all the girls sitting around him and giggling at him, he blushed a beet red down to the roots of his California blond hair. "Oh God, this is so embarrassing."
"Steven," Diane interjected. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
"Well, duh!" he said, as though it was completely obvious. "These clothes! What am I doing in them?"
"Well duh, yourself!" she snapped back. "Don't you remember? You asked me if you could wear some of my nice things instead of your stupid old boys clothes. Said you never wanted to wear boy's clothes again.
"Why, is there something wrong with those clothes I gave you? You said you liked them, and we all think you look very nice in them. They are very pretty on you."
"Well jeez, Diane," Steven started. "Of course they're nice. I don't mean to say otherwise. That's not the point, though. I mean, these are girl's clothes, and I'm a boy, and boy's don't..."
"Don't what, Steven," Diane interrupted. "Don't wear girls clothes? What? Don't they feel nice? Don't they feel good on you, soft and silky and light and sensuous? Don't you feel good now that you're wearing them?
"Just because you're a boy, who says you can't you wear something that feels nice against your skin, eh?"
"Well gee, Diane," Steven moaned in reluctant agreement. "Yeah, I guess they do feel kind of nice and soft and silky, and yeah, I do feel nice wearing them like this. But still they're for girls and I'm a boy. I shouldn't be wearing them."
"Well gee whiz, Steven," Diane said contemptibly, angered now at the constant lip he was giving her. "If you dislike them that much, quit complaining about them and take them off. Change back into your own clothes and stop bothering me, see what I care!
"It's a free country, after all. No one says you have to wear those clothes, even though you like the comfortable feeling they give you. We're not forcing you to wear them, only suggesting that you might prefer them. But don't be coming back here asking me for more clothes if you change your mind again.
"In fact, don't be bothering me about anything now. I'm very upset with you. Go away, change back into your horrid boys clothes and leave me and my friends alone, because if you ever bother me again tonight, I'll take you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life, so help me!"
At that Steve left disconsolately to go back to his room and started to take off the offending garments, but suddenly found he couldn't. He began to fondle the silky, satiny material, caressing it softly, suddenly finding too great a fondness for the material and its feel against his skin.
Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he immediately stopped, angry at his actions and looking around guiltily to see if anyone had noticed.
He was still unable to stop feeling those sexy sensations and the longer he continued feeling them the more guilty he felt and angry he was at himself because he knew he was a boy and boys shouldn't be feeling or thinking the way he was about the clothes he had on right now.
Yet they felt so good it was as if he was now unable to remove the girl's clothing, as much as he felt he wanted to.
All of this fretful wondering only combined to make him feel more and more guilty each additional time he tried and failed to remove the sensual but offending feminine garment. The more he tried, the more he failed, and each failed attempt caused him to feel even more like such a waste as a human being, as a man.
He truly needed to be punished, severely punished, and he could only think of one person who might be able to accomplish that task. Realizing there was no other option, and wishing to rid himself of this terrible guilt he felt, he shamefully left his room approached his sister's, his head hanging low.
"Diane," he started, after arriving at her doorway. "I can't take off my clothes even though I know I should. The trouble is they feel too good and sexy on me, and make me feel well, girlish, I guess. And, even though I know I shouldn't, I like the feeling.
"So I'm all mixed up inside and feeling all guilty and everything. So I was wondering if you'd take me over your knee and spank me really hard, first on my panties, and then with my panties lowered?"
"Well, Steven", Diane answered. "I can see your problem, I guess. I mean, I don't know why you just can't accept those beautiful clothes as the gift they were intended to be.
"Even you like them and agree they're nice to wear, but, what the heck -- that's water under the bridge, I suppose. Since you can't accept them like that without feeling guilty about it, well, of course I'll help you deal with your guilt, and in the way you suggested.
"I'll help you out even moreso, so that these strange deviant dress-up issues of yours may hopefully be dealt with more permanently. I'll get my crew here to help with your punishment so that it will be really severe and becomes a punishment you'll not forget for a long time to come.
"That way, in the future, you won't find yourself dressed up in clothes you don't seem to want to wear, yet can't seem to want to change out of, okay?"
"Gulp." Steven swallowed hard, beginning to wonder if he'd chosen wisely. Finally, accepting there was no alternative, he braced for the worst and continued, "Well, if you think it best, I suppose then."
"Good, good," Diane continued. "Here's what I propose, then. Because your guilt is so horrendous and your need for punishment so obvious, I propose that each of the four of us girls take turns giving you 10 swats apiece on your pantied ass.
"When that round of spanking is finished, you will remove your panties and then I will finish off by giving you 15 more swats on your naked backside. What do you girls think?"
"Yes, yes, we agree. We agree wholeheartedly." The girls chortled happily. Steven could only groan in anticipation of what he reluctantly came to accept was something he deservedly needed.
Diane then pulled the chair from her vanity table and placed it in the middle of her room facing the bed where her girlfriends were sitting and sat down in it.
Then she had her girlfriends sit on the edge of the bed in a row facing her, so that they would have a grand view of the proceedings and so that the next girl in the row would be ready to take her place on the chair when she was done, then so on down the line. She then motioned for Steven to come to her and lay down over her lap.
Steven's face was chalk-white after listening to Diane's pronouncement of what his punishment was going to be. He'd had no idea that she could be such a harsh disciplinarian.
And he saw in her eyes that she relished the power she held over him, and especially so because she'd both gotten him to ask her for it and because he was allowing it.
Yes, he realized, she was going to be loving this moment as she gave him these spankings. And he imagined that if that was the case, then the rest of the girls were probably of like mind. Therefore, he was definitely starting to get very frightened thoughts about this as he hesitated laying over Diane's lap.
"If you don't come here right now, Steven, your punishment will be even more severe." Diane promised.
Finally, though, he realized he really had no alternative. For some reason he was wearing girl's clothing which he had to get out of at all costs. Yet for some reason he was unable to do so, no matter how hard he tried.
Diane said she could help, but because he had upset her with his bad temper and foul mouth, she wouldn't until he was satisfactorily punished. He knew he was in the wrong, and especially so because he had asked to wear her clothes and then turned around and told her he didn't want to wear them, no, couldn't wear them.
As nice as they were, and even though he wanted them, as a boy, he knew he couldn't wear such things. And acting in such a way, he'd hurt Diane badly.
For that reason, and because he wasn't man enough to remove the feminine garments himself, he knew he needed to be punished, and needed to be willing to accept it, needed to at least be man enough to accept his punishment, especially if it would help get him out of these offending garments.
Thus, being so thoroughly confused and bewildered, Steven stepped up to Diane and lay across her lap. Diane raised his slip, nightie and peignoir above his panties to his waist and held it there with her left hand. She then raised her right hand high in the air and brought it down hard with a vicious sounding CRACK! At the first spank, Steven winced with the pain it brought him, especially as it shoved the butt plug deeper into his anal passageway. Still he was able to take it without complaint. It told him, however, that if the number of spanks yet to come were as hard as this first one, then his ability to withstand his remaining punishment without embarrassing himself in front of his sister and her friends was going to be sorely tested.
Again, SMACK!, as Diane brought her hand down a second time. Then SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! Came three spanks in rapid succession and by then Steven was writhing about in his sister's lap, moaning in pain.
The movement of the butt plug might have made the ordeal pleasurable had it not been for all the other surrounding pain. SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK! The last of his first 10 spanks were delivered in a rapid tattoo on the poor boy's upturned bottom. By now Steven had begun to cry and was begging for Diane to stop.
"Please (sob), stop, Diane" he choked out. "That's enough, isn't it? (sob, sob)."
"You're right, Stevie," Diane said. "That was quite enough, at least from me. Now it's time for your darling Sarah to take my place for the next ten. Don't worry about it, Stevie. We all know that this punishment is for your own good, right? That is why you asked for it, isn't it? Well, tell us, isn't it?"
