Yesterday I had a great session with Susie, a lovely little sissy who likes to role play as a school girl. I say Sue is a sissy because she is a male who likes to dress, act, and be treated like a female, but our play is much less, shall I say, ruffled, than play with the average sissy. She is a more genuine school girl, rather than an ultra-feminine one. While I usually prefer the super-frilly aesthetics of the sissy school girl, I prefer the institutional discipline administered to the truer-to-form school girl and we get along quite well as pupil and Headmistress.
Sue wears a genuine school uniform, which we purchased from French Toast. I selected it to match the one I actually wore to school, just to make myself laugh and because it actually was a very nice uniform. She is a 32" waist, so she can wear the size 16 quite comfortably. Her uniform consists of a skirt, blouse, cross tie, sweater, knee socks, saddle shoes, and white cotton panties. Usually her hair is in pigtails, but this time she just wore a side bow.
Sue is probably the most disciplined school girl that ever was. Everything is a punishable offense. To begin with, when Susie arrives, I answer the door and show her into the sitting room, where she is left to change. I don't often leave playmates alone to undress, but Sue just feels so unnatural in her male attire, that I really don't like to look at her. Besides, she has other tasks to complete.
Her uniform will be left neatly on the leather couch. She changes into it and leaves her old clothes draped on the valet. She is allowed to touch a lipstick to her lips and fix her hair in the vanity mirror before taking a chair into the Parlor. She is to get everything ready: lay out the implements I will use, arrange the spanking horse, lay out her composition book, and be sitting up straight like a good girl before I come to her. During this time I've been getting myself in order, perhaps getting a glass of water, going over her previous composition once more, or just straightening my stockings.
When I enter the room, Sue is to stand and greet me. Then she presents herself for uniform inspection. Are her socks straight? Are her shoes tied prettily? Is her hair in order? Is her shirt tucked in? Are her panties bunched? Is there any lint on her skirt? She has yet to get it completely right. This is my first opportunity to punish her, usually by caning her calves, as was the case yesterday.
From there I go over the errors of fact, style, grammar, and penmanship in her latest essay. Each time I see her, I issue Sue with a new assignment to be written in one of her two composition books. We trade off so that each of us always has one. She completes her assignment in the book she takes home and I correct the one I keep with a jaunty red pen. Her latest was a fun read, "Feminine Fashions That Have Been Adopted by Men". Evidently cuff-links were originally worn by women!
Still, it fell short of my expectations. What makes this assignment more difficult is that little Susie is not permitted to type her essay out beforehand and may only check her spelling in the dictionary. I also correct her style. Of course she may make notes by hand before beginning to write, but the end result must be handwritten in her composition book, double-spaced, in black ink. I believe she received ten strokes on the hands with the strap.
After she was issued with her next assignment, I took my seat and Sue, seated in front of me, was made to recount everything naughty she had done since we last saw each other. As usual, she had touched herself while looking at my picture and trying on a pair of my stockings. She had also been intoxicated not once but twice and failed to hold the door for an older woman. Usually she has also cussed, but I think her last punishment session with a prolonged genital torment may have cured her--at least temporarily.
The rest of our time together was spent with my cleansing Susan of these misdeeds by any means necessary. She was punished severely, with her uniform slowly coming off. First her skirt was lifted, then removed. Her blouse was undone and taken off. Eventually she was stripped of everything but her cross tie and hair bow! And her bottom and thighs positively glowed.
When I felt she had been thoroughly chastened, I had her lie down on the table and I rubbed something soothing into her welts. Sue always becomes excited when I do this, so it is necessary to milk her to prevent her from disgracing herself.
I assure you I only have her best interests at heart!
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