Sissy
      Submitted on 10/15/06


My sister Jennifer brushed past me, stepping into the living room and almost 
knocking me over, her denim pants rubbing roughly against my skin. I glanced 
back as she stepped over to where my mother waited, and they exchanged a 
quick kiss before Jennifer turned about and stared at me with a devilish 
grin. I looked to the floor.

"Mom." Jennifer said, her voice full of question, brimming. "What's going 
on?" she laughed. "Not that I don't like the changes, but Jeez."

I glanced up and saw my sister planting herself on the arm of the sofa, 
right beside my mother. She crossed her legs and I stared at her dangling 
foot, watching as she slapped the dirty, rubber flip-flop against the sole 
of her foot. I heard my mother as she started to explain.

She did not hold back a bit, telling how she had caught me masturbating when 
she had come home early one day. It was her plan to cure me then of my nasty 
habits, and devised a scheme that left me little better than a slave, 
cleaning the house and waiting on her every whim. As that was not enough, 
she had got the neighbors involved, loaning me out to Bonnie and her 
daughter Pam that lived next door, expecting me do whatever they said as 
well. I did of course. What choice did I have?

Pam had pictures, somewhere, and mom had threats of exposing my 'perversions' 
to my father. Bonnie was just a bitch and enjoying making me jump through 
her hoops. I was screwed whichever way I turned; I knew it and so did all of 
them. And now my sister did as well.

"So we control his urges," my mother concluded. "Between me and Bonnie and 
Pam, we keep him too busy to think about his little perversions. It's my 
idea that getting so much of what he fantasizes about will eventually turn 
him off to the whole thing."

"And has it worked?" my sister asked, smiling down at me as she planted both 
feet on the floor again. I stared at her toes, watching them wiggle. Her 
feet were filthy in her flip-flops, and I could only imagine that I would be 
on my knees before her and licking them clean before too long.

"Not yet," my mother said with a shrug. She recrossed her legs, letting her 
sports sandal slap against her sole as she stretched, reaching for her 
cigarette pack. I licked my lips as she lit a butt aglow, watching me 
intently as she puffed, waving the match dead and tossing it into the glass 
tray set on the table at her side. "Soon though, I hope. I have to admit 
that it's nice though, having someone to do all the chores around here."

"And what does dad have to say?"

"Well," mom seemed almost embarrassed for a moment - just a moment mind, 
then it passed. "We've kept your father out of the loop so far, hoping we 
can wean Billy off his perversions on our own. Hopefully over this weekend, 
while he's away, we can make some progress."

Jennifer grinned. "Oh I'm sure WE can. I'm glad I came home for a visit now. 
I always thought there was something weird going on, but I could never 
figure out just what. My drawers were always a mess, no matter what I did. 
And it seemed I was always missing panties. How was I to know that my little 
brother was dressing up and beating off in my clothes? What a pervert." 
Jennifer jabbed me with her foot as I knelt before them. I blushed in shame, 
but they ignored my humiliation.

"Imagine how I felt," my mother continued, "coming home to find him 
masturbating to a shopping channel." They giggled together. "He looked SO 
pathetic, I have to admit." They both laughed at that, and I hung my head. 
Mother directed me to go and make Jenny a sandwich, and I scrambled to 
comply, wishing this would end, wondering how long it would last. I served 
Jennifer her sandwich and a soda, then dropped back to my knees.

"This is so cool," Jennifer said around a mouthful of bologna and cheese. 
"He looks cute in his pink panties, but I think he'd be more comfortable in 
a dress." I cringed at that, but Mom simply nodded.

"Good idea." Mother agreed. "Maybe we can make a little maid's outfit for 
him, until we can buy the real thing."

"Ooh.That'd be so cool. Billy prancing about in a little French maid's 
uniform with a feather duster and a cap and high heels." Jennifer shivered 
at the thought, and so did I, but for different reason's, I'm sure. They got 
up and mom ordered me to crawl after them into her bedroom.

Once there, they had me kneel as mother started to search through her closet 
for something that might pass for a maid's uniform while Jennifer started to 
dress me in her under garments. She had seemed hesitant at first when she 
arrived, just for a second, but now she seemed to be going with the flow, 
perhaps thinking it was all for fun. She left my panties, but added a pair 
of pantyhose and a girdle, which she buckled extremely tight. She commented 
that I would look better in a corset, and mom agreed, looking a bit sad that 
she did not have one in her wardrobe. Jennifer strapped me into a bra next, 
one of mother's, that she stuffed with socks much as I had before. She 
commented on how smooth I was, and mother explained that I had always been 
that way, to which Jennifer smiled her agreement.

"He's enjoying this." Jennifer said as she brushed her hand over my 
erection. I had gotten hard with all the attention she was showing me. Mom 
chuckled as she approached, "Don't worry. His fun will be over soon enough." 
She was holding a one-piece dull gray dress in her hand, holding it up 
before me to check the length.

"This'll do." She smiled, tossing the dress on the bed, then returning to 
the closet, producing a pair of flat, black canvas shoes and a plain white 
apron that had a front piece and looped over the neck. They helped me get 
into the dress easily enough, and as mom tied the apron about my waist, 
Jennifer directed my feet into the shoes. They were a bit small, but not too 
bad as they told me to model my uniform for them, directing me to walk about 
the room. I did as they said, listening as they directed me to sway my hips 
and take daintier steps, taking photos as I did on my sister's Cell Phone. 
They showed me how to bend at the waist, never at the knees, and how to 
curtsy on command. I was to address them both as 'Ma'am or Miss' when they 
commanded something of me, and basically to do whatever they said. I balked 
of course, but my sister just flipped through the photos on her phone, 
saying how she should get an album to better appreciate them. I hung my 
head, saying "Yes, Miss," then shut my mouth. They both laughed.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house while Jennifer and my mother 
sat and chatted about her school and mom's job and whatever local gossip 
needed catching up on. I could not help but notice how my mother's attitude 
had changed since just the last night. Now she seemed ready to accept my 
fetish, and more, even use me as a maid and drudge to do the daily chores 
with the idea to 'cure' me. And Jennifer fit right in as well. All through 
the day as I dusted and vacuumed she was pointing out places I had missed 
and things she thought deserved more attention. Throughout my servitude I 
was made to wait on them hand and foot as well; lighting their cigarettes 
for instance, and getting them snacks and drinks. At one point, Jennifer got 
bold and had me stand at attention beside her, holding an ashtray for their 
use.

Really, it wasn't so bad. I had always done my share of chores around the 
house, so that was no big deal. It was humiliating though, to be dressed as 
a maid and at their beck and call while I did all the work. They both seemed 
to enjoy the show, and both commented on the job I was doing, or how my 
dress rode up when I bent a certain way.

At about eight I was ordered to start dinner. In the kitchen I found a 
chicken already thawed and prepared, so I garnished it a bit and stuck it in 
the oven. I then proceeded to ready the vegetables and side dishes. It took 
some time, and I appreciated the work my mother had to go through every 
night to feed dad and me. Luckily she had already taught me a few things 
about cooking, or I would have been totally lost. I went about cleaning the 
kitchen and setting the table for two as I knew I would not be allowed to 
eat somehow. At nine, I returned to the living room where my mother and 
sister were chatting and announced dinner with a curtsey. They laughed, 
liking that extra bit.

I seated them both, and served them, then waited at attention on my knees by 
my mother's chair at her direction while they ate. Both were satisfied with 
the meal, and I was oddly proud that I had pleased them. I was ordered then 
to clean up. I asked when I could eat, and mother slapped me.

I fell to the floor in shock, holding my cheek. I looked up at Jennifer, and 
she seemed just as stunned as I was. Mother was towering over me again, her 
hands on her hips.

"Sissy slaves don't ask stupid questions in this house," she said, "and they 
especially don't ask about things like when they can eat, or when they can 
sleep. You eat when I say you eat! You sleep when I am satisfied that your 
work is done! Don't think this is some game, little girl. This is 
punishment. Now finish those dishes before I get my belt!"

I scrambled to my feet and curtsied, mumbling a respectful 'Yes, Ma'am' as 
they left me to my task. Jennifer glanced back with a little smile of 
sympathy, but I noticed she had yet to do anything to change mom's mind. I 
rubbed my cheek for a moment, wondering what would happen next.

I had finished the dishes, and mom had gone to bed after her 'long and 
stress-filled day', but Jennifer was waiting by her bedroom door. I curtsied 
sort of half-heartedly and rushed past her towards my room. I quickly turned 
the knob and pushed only to slam into the door. It was locked.

"Wha-" I said, somewhat confused. I turned to look at my smiling sister, 
wondering what was going on now.

"In here." she said, "You're sleeping in my room tonight."

"Why?" I foolishly asked.

"Because I said so. Now get your ass in here."

She held open the door for me as I brushed past, suddenly worried. She had 
seemed sympathetic earlier, just a bit, but as the night wore on, and she 
saw that my mom seemed to be getting into their little dominance game of 
punishment, she joined in as well. Now I could hear a cruel tone in her 
voice that reminded me of how she used to act when we were growing up.

She shut the door behind us as I stood in the middle of her room waiting to 
see what would happen next. Her room was exactly as she had left it after 
she had left last Memorial Day weekend. Mom had figured that since 
Jennifer's college was only a couple hours away at most that she would still 
be home quite a bit during the school year as well as in the summer recess. 
She had a big queen size bed that dominated the room, a matching dresser and 
nightstand, as well as a big vanity with theatre lights and a huge antique 
hope chest at the foot of her bed. The room was filled with all her stuff 
still; awards and trophies, old posters of rock stars and teen idols from a 
few years back, and a lot of girlie things, like her pom-poms hanging on the 
wall. There was a lavender theme to the room, her favorite color, which I 
hated. Her bedroom was almost twice as big as mine was.

"Take off your little uniform and hang it up in the closet," she said, "then 
fold the rest of your clothes up neatly and stack them on the hope chest. 
I'll get you something to wear for bed." I did as I was told, as I heard her 
go into her adjoining bathroom and start her nightly duties. I had only had 
a glass of water all day, but hearing her on the toilet made my penis stand 
to attention wanting a pee as well. When she returned I was standing naked 
with my hands draped in front of my privates, suddenly modest and trying to 
hide my erection. She grinned and held out a flimsy swath of material.

"Here. Put this on." I took the garment she offered with one hand, still 
trying to hide my cock. It felt soft, which did not help my condition.

"Please, Jenn," I begged, "I gotta go to the bathroom." Her hand shot out as 
she grabbed my cheeks, squeezing my lips together, and leaned in close, 
almost nose to nose.

"I might have said yes, had you asked me properly." She shoved me roughly 
away. "Now put on your nighty like a good girl."

I held up the garment and shook it out and saw that it was indeed a sheer, 
short nighty. It would barely cover my ass, and do nothing to hide my 
privates, or provide any warmth. Jennifer, I noted, was dressed in a long 
football jersey that hung well below her hips hiding everything 
unmentionable, a dirty pair of slippers on her feet. I looked at her, 
pleading with my eyes, but she just stood there scowling. I hung my head 
with a sigh, then slipped the flimsy nighty over my head, displaying my cock 
and balls for her approval.

Jennifer giggled. "God, Billy. I've seen squirrels with bigger nuts than 
that." She leaned in close, peering at my privates. "Is that your dick, or a 
wart? D'you want me to clip that off?" She laughed as she mocked me, and I 
of course started to cry.

"Jenn.Please-" She slapped me, twice.

"Miss, Billy." she purred. "Call me, Miss. Now turn around."

She gave me a shove towards the door, then slammed me right up against it. 
Jennifer yanked my hands behind my back, and I heard a whizzing sound as she 
began wrapping something around my crossed wrists. She used a lot, and kept 
shoving me against the door if I tried to see what she was using to bind me. 
As she finally knotted it off, I heard a snap and realized that it was 
dental floss. It was tight, and she had used yards of the stuff. Far too 
much to break.

She spun me around again, then slammed my back to the door as she pulled 
another strip of the floss free. She made a slip knot, then, before I could 
react, looped it tightly around my cock and balls. She stared into my eyes, 
smiling as she wrapped loop after loop around my privates, tightening the 
binding with every turn. My groin was quickly changing color, and as she 
wrapped the thin cord about my penis I quickly realized that my erection was 
going to be locked in place, and that I would not be able to pee. I would 
have to hold it all night.

Jennifer gave the floss a final tug, giggling as I whimpered, then spun me 
face first into the door again. "Like that, hunh?" she breathed in my ear as 
she leaned close. Her hands were doing something around my groin, but I 
could not see what, as she was too close. Suddenly, I felt fire bite into my 
cock as she jerked on the cord, pulling. I had to go up on tiptoe to relieve 
the pain, but Jennifer in turn increased the pressure on the line. I whined 
as I realized what she was doing.

"No." I whimpered, crying again. "Please."

She swatted my ass after knotting the floss around the doorknob and stepped 
back to watch me squirm. She had tied my groin to the knob, leaving just 
enough tension to keep me on my toes. If I tried to settle back onto my 
feet, I immediately felt a searing pain as the thin, strong line bit into my 
soft flesh. With my hands tied behind my back, there was no way to even 
relieve the pressure. Tears were streaming down my face as I tried to see my 
sister. She was out of my line of sight though, but I could see her shadow 
as she moved around behind me, digging through her travel bag.

I tried to beg once more. "Jenn.Miss.Please let me go.It hurts."

Something slapped my ass, stinging worse than mom's hand had, and almost as 
bad as the belt. Jenn leaned in close again, hissing in my ear -

"You think it hurts now, Billy, wait'll morning."

She flicked my engorged cock with her finger then, and as I opened my mouth 
to scream, she shoved something in. By reflex I bit down, trying to close my 
mouth, but it was too late. I peered down my nose, trying to see through my 
tears at what it was, and moaned. It was her slipper. It was dirty, and I 
could see the imprints of her toes in the opening at the end. It smelled of 
her sweat and feet. It reeked.

"That's right." she cooed, rubbing her hand over my ass, which excited me 
despite my position. "I don't want to hear you sniveling all night, so you 
just keep quiet and bite down on that." She turned away and I could hear her 
bare feet as she padded towards the bed.

"And it better be there in the morning. If I find that slipper on the floor 
when I wake up, I might just leave you tied to the door all day too. And 
I'll beat your ass with that slipper, just for fun."

I heard the bed creak as she climbed in and settled down with a comfortable 
sigh. I think she watched me squirm for a bit, as it was awhile before she 
turned off the light.

"Nighty-night, Billy." she giggled, and I moaned and whimpered around my 
slipper gag. I rested my head against the door in defeat. Beaten again.

It was going to be a long night.

***

I was startled from my semi-conscious daze by a sharp rapping on the door. I 
had my head resting against the door, the slipper still in my mouth wedged 
against a panel before me to prevent it from dropping from my mouth. I had 
actually eased my groin up and onto the doorknob, trying to gain what relief 
I could manage, but as the knocking returned I automatically stumbled back, 
screaming into my slipper-gag as pain seared into my cock and balls. I 
danced about on the balls of my feet as I heard my mother's voice from the 
other side of the door.

"Jennifer! It's mom. Are you awake?"

I saw the knob jiggle and started screaming into my gag. I could only 
imagine the agony I would be in if mom pulled the door open. The knob would 
slam into my groin, and I would be forced back with no way to outdistance 
the opening door. I would probably fall and rip my nuts off. I screamed 
again as a fit of panic swelled within me -

"Nnngh!.Nnnngh!" I spit the slipper out, punishment be damned. "Jenn! Help!" 
I screamed.

I jumped as my sister's palm connected with my ass. "Shut up!" she ordered, 
then she leaned in close to the door.

"We're awake mom, but come around through the bathroom."

"Why's the door locked?" my mother asked.

"You'll see. Just come around."

I heard my mother's footsteps as they receded down the hallway. Jennifer 
bent down and picked up her discarded slipper. I saw that she was already 
dressed, back in her jeans and flip-flops but wearing a new tee shirt. She 
was shaking her head in disappointment as she looked back at me.

"Tsk-tsk." she clucked her tongue. "You were so close. You almost made it." 
I hung my head, sniffling as it thumped my head against the door. I heard my 
mother's laughter.

"Oh my god." She giggled, and I could sense her right behind me, her eyes 
burning into my backside. "That is so precious. How on earth did you think 
this up Jenn?" My sister must have shrugged, as I did not hear her answer. 
My mother moved around to my side to get a better look at my bindings.

"It's ingenious." She poked my still erect cock with her long fingernail and 
snickered as I winced in pain.

"I had him gagged too. With this." I saw Jenn hold up the slipper. "But he 
dropped it. I told him he would have to stay there all day if he did." Mom 
laughed -

"Well, she can't really take a leisure day like that. She has chores to do." 
I noticed that mom was calling me, 'she'. "Still, she should be punished, 
since she didn't obey you."

"I said I might spank him.her."

"Good. Go ahead." I heard mom plop down on the bed and light a cigarette as 
my sister positioned herself behind me.

"Are you sure?" she hesitated. "Her butt's pretty bruised already." She 
hiked up the back of my nighty and put the hem in my fingers, moving my 
bound arms aside.

"Of course." Mom took a drag off her cigarette, exhaling smoke in my 
direction. "It's the best way for her to learn."

I clenched my butt cheeks together, anticipating the first blow, but when it 
finally came, it still stung. I slammed up against the door, whimpering.

"Hold still!" my sister barked, and I tried to comply, hoping she would go 
easy on me. She swatted me again, the slipper slapping my ass, and I 
squealed.

"Since she insists on making noise, make her count," Mom suggested casually, 
and Jenn agreed. "Count!" my sister ordered as she slapped my ass again, and 
I of course said "three."

"That was 'one', idiot!" she snarled, hitting me again. "Now we have to 
start over."

SLAP."One."

SLAP."Two."

SLAP."Three."

SLAP."Four."

By five I was writhing on my cock leash bindings and crying like a 
two-year-old. I never would have imagined that the rubber sole of a 
two-dollar pair of scruffy slippers could hurt so much. I did not know just 
how cruel and punishing my sister could be as she laid into me with zeal. 
The blows soon increased in pace and intensity, and it was hard to keep up 
as the count increased. Jennifer had a strong right arm. By twenty tears 
were streaming down my face, and snot was clogging my nose. My face was 
burning with shame and felt as hot as my ass was becoming. At thirty she 
finally stopped.

I heard her walk to the bed and sit beside my mother as they both lit up 
again. I dared not look, and probably would not have been able to see them 
anyway, so I just rested my head against the cool wood of the door, praying 
that they would soon cut me loose. They talked about me as they finished 
their cigarettes, commenting on the 'pretty' color of my ass, and on how I 
squirmed during my beating.

Finally, after fifteen or twenty minutes, they approached me again.

"Did you learn something from that, sissy?" my mother asked. I nodded, 
snuffling.

"Speak!" Mom swatted my burning butt.

"D-don't d-disobey." I whined, choking on my words. "D-d-do as I'm t-told."

"What?" she slapped me again and my mind raced-

"Ma'am!" I remembered. "Don't d-disobey, Ma'am."

"That's right," she said, rubbing my tender ass. That felt good, but made my 
penis strain in its bindings again. "We're going to untie you now. I want 
you to take a shower and clean yourself up. Get dressed in your uniform 
then, and join us in the kitchen. We'll be wanting breakfast, and if you're 
quick, maybe I'll let you eat too."

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded, and stood quietly as they tried to untie me. 
Jennifer eventually had to get a pair of scissors though, as the knots in 
the dental floss were too small and tight. I shivered in fear as the sharp 
blades brushed against my engorged cock and ball sack. When I was finally 
free, I almost collapsed to the floor, and the pain as blood and piss surged 
back into my penis almost made me pass out. I rushed into the bathroom 
before they could detain me.

***

Once again clean and feeling better than I had in the past couple days, I 
quickly dressed. I did not want to think what my punishment would be if I 
took too long. I slipped back into the same plain gray dress over my head 
and maneuvered it around, looking to be sure it was straight in my sister's 
vanity mirror before tying on my provided apron. I stepped into my shoes, 
but had to sit to work the heels up onto my feet and yelped as my abused 
butt came into contact with the soft bed. I jumped up as soon as I was done, 
sighing in relief as I tugged my short skirt back down and rushed from the 
room.

I found them waiting in the kitchen, sitting at the table, smoking again and 
enjoying a cup of coffee. Without prompting I dropped to my knees, awaiting 
their orders. Mother spoke up first-

"Time for breakfast Billy. In the future we'll expect you to be up before 
us, waiting with coffee ready. I'll try to make up a weekly menu for you 
too, so you'll have the food going when we arrive as we're busy and can't 
wait on you all day. I understand that you were.detained this morning, so 
I'll let it slide.This time." I thanked my mother for her understanding, 
bowing lower as she continued.

"Eggs today, I think, and maybe some toast. And some juice would be nice. 
Anything else, Jenn?"

"No." my sister agreed. "That sounds great. But not too much butter on the 
toast, missy."

"Yes, Miss." I said to her giggles and got up to fix breakfast while they 
chatted. It was easy enough, and did not take long before I had their plates 
in front of them and I was on the floor once more. Jennifer commented that 
the eggs were a bit runnier than she preferred, but otherwise I had 
apparently done a good job as mother patted my head, chuckling.

"Is my little girl hungry?" she asked, stroking my hair.

"Yes, Ma'am." I was starving actually, having had nothing but water for the 
past couple of days. I heard a fork scraping one of their plates, and a 
second later mom put her plate on the floor under my face. There were a few 
bites of what looked like half-eaten egg and some strips of toast on the 
plate, all covered in a generous coating of pepper.

"Eat up, girl." Mom mocked, talking down to me like she would a dog. "You 
have a busy day ahead, and need your strength." I went to pick up a piece of 
the toast and she scolded- "No hands, Billy." I sighed, leaning forward into 
the plate. I was so hungry that I did not care about a little more 
degradation.

I started sneezing though, as the pepper got up my nose and my eyes started 
to water again. They both 'blessed' me, and Jennifer got up to go to the 
sink. I heard water running from the tap and moments later she set a bowl 
down beside me. It was the bowl that I had mixed the eggs in, and I saw the 
traces of raw egg floating on top of the water.

"Drink it all up, Billy. We don't want you choking to death." They laughed 
as I leaned forward and began lapping the water from the bowl.

When breakfast was over, they left me to clean up the kitchen and then to 
start my daily chores. Mom had been kind enough to make up a list of things 
that she wanted done on a daily basis, saying that she did not want me to 
get confused. The list of course included; dusting and vacuuming, the 
dishes, gathering and doing the laundry and things like that. Laundry had a 
star scribbled beside it, and she said that when the time came she would 
show me a few things about how to do a proper job. She also had a few things 
listed that I would do on a semi-regular basis, like scrubbing the bathrooms 
and sweeping down the ceiling for dust and cobwebs as well as scrubbing any 
of the floors in the house that were not carpeted. She said that the list 
was just a first draft, and if any of us thought of any other chores, she 
would add them. I knew that I would not think of another thing.

The day pretty much drug on with me slaving away, trying to finish up the 
chores on my job list. Mother and Jennifer relaxed the whole time, watching 
television and ordering me about. In a way, I became excited, hearing them 
talk like I wasn't even there. I blushed at my own thoughts as I dusted, 
sweat beading my brow. This punishment they had forced upon me had 
apparently done little to change my way of thinking.

After I had served them lunch mom suggested that I gather the laundry and 
took me down to the basement. I knew the basics on separating colors and 
whites and what water temperature to use on what items, so she did not have 
too much to teach me. The only alteration in my routine that she insisted 
upon was that I start washing out their more delicate undergarments by hand. 
This included their bras, slips and panties, as well as their hose, which 
would, once cleaned, rinsed and wrung out, would be hung on a line 
stretching along the basements ceiling near the small windows. She also 
reminded me that my own would have to be washed this way, as well as my 
father's underwear and dress shirts. I nodded that I understood and thanked 
her for the special attention she took in instructing me. That made her 
smile, and I knew I had scored a Brownie point. She watched me for a bit, 
then left me alone to my task.

I would not say that I was proud that she trusted me enough to do my work 
unsupervised, but I was surprised that they left me alone in the basement. 
They apparently did not think that I had the courage to try to run away, 
dressed as I was, but the thought did cross my mind. My father's clothes 
were in a basket at my feet, and I knew that I could fit through one of the 
windows with a little effort. But where would I go? Run to a relative's? 
What would I say? 'Mom and Sis are making me dress as a girl and do all the 
housework.' It sounded stupid even to me, and besides, the closest relative 
was my grand mother. What would she do.Come over and kick their asses? If 
she believed me. It would be my family's word against mine, and she was 
mom's mother as well.

Likewise, going to the police was out. If on the outside chance they 
believed me and did not think I was a nut case, they might come in and haul 
my family away to jail for abuse, and I would end up in the Juvie Home. I 
was still a minor, after all. Also, despite what they were doing to me, I 
still loved them, and thought they must still love me as they were showing 
me all this attention rather than dumping me out of the house on my ass.

For the time being, at least until I could think of a better plan, I was 
stuck. I figured that if I did as they said, and put up what they did to me 
that eventually they would think that I had learned my lesson. Eventually 
they would grow tired of their little punishment game and things would get 
back to normal. I would have to convince them that I had changed by doing 
the best job that I could.

I sighed, and continued to wring out my sister's panties in the wash...

Story © Carnaj 2006