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Welcome to the Real World #2: Clare's Turn
Kylie learns what female domination courtesy of Clare and Beth who feminize him, whip him with riding crops, and taking him out for dinner. Is a female led relationship their best hope or will this be too much for Kylie to take.
"He's going to be really sore by the time you're done at this rate," laughed Beth tenderly massaging my ass cheeks.
"He should be," replied Claire smacking my ass yet again. "Punishment needs to be unpleasant to be effective."
"Two. Thank you Mistress Claire."
"See he's learning," said Claire. "Now, why don't you try it?"
"Okay, I'll give it a try," agreed Beth. She swatted me, but with much less force than Claire had used. It still hurt because my butt was already hamburger, but I quietly let out a sigh of relief before realizing I had forgotten to count and blurting out, "Three. Thank you Mistress Beth."
"I've played tennis with you," said Claire. "I know you can do better than that. A lot better."
"I don't want to really hurt him."
"It's his ass, which is basically all padding and then you didn't make him pull down his panties or pull up his dress so he's got protection. It'll sting and he'll even cry, but it won't hurt him and it certainly won't scar him."
This time Beth really let me have it. Tears that had welled up n my eyes were now dripping on the floor and by blow number seven I was openly crying. When she finished at ten, I was a blubbering mess. "I think ten is enough for now," said Claire.
Beth stopped spanking me and began to massage my ass. It actually did comfort me the way a mother's kiss can soothe a child with a scraped knee like nothing else can.
"We should have a few words in private," said Claire. "I'm sure he'll be fine here."
I groaned, but kept it quiet enough that neither of them appeared to hear me as they stepped into the other room. I pulled on the zip ties, but found that Claire had left me very well-secured. She definitely knew how to restrain a man. I came to the realization that I wasn't getting out until they let me out. I could hear them laughing in the other room and that unnerved me.
"What now?" I asked looking up at them as they entered the bedroom.
"Well," said Beth, "Aren't you an eager sissy. You really messed up your makeup with all that crying. The next thing we do is fix that."
"Then we're going out to dinner," announced Claire.
"I can't out like this," I protested.
"Then what's that you always say?" asked Claire. "We're not giving you any choice."
"Beth, this has gone far enough. I told you I don't even like wearing dresses," I complained looking for sympathy.
"Maybe, but there's only one way to find out," she said.
"Besides, aren't you curious if you can still pass?" added Claire.
"Well, I certainly don't want to find out I can't," I replied.
"Then you had better do a good job and be on your best behavior," admonished Claire.
"Let's have him fix his own makeup," suggested Beth.
"Great idea. Go to the washroom and get your face cleaned off," directed Claire.