She kept me waiting for some minutes befor giving me any slice of attention again. In the meantime I looked around her room, not trying to move too much to not annoy her while she were resting her legs and feet on my highest body parts. Yes... I... I don't know what to say sam... princess Samantha. I really appreciate your words..." Her foot on my cheek slid to my jaw, shutting my mouth. While trying to ignore her I walked up the stairs, and stopped at the beginning of the corridor. Directly to my right was the door to my sisters room. I looked down at the door and saw a white little fabric peeking out of the door. *Enough of that* I went straight to my door and closed it loudly. Now get out of my sight" With that she relaxed her hand on my jaw and let go while she slowly got away with her face. I sighed as I sat on the couch, knowing what was awaiting me this weekend. You wouldn't expect me to be this embarassed. I'm a fairly attractive guy, 18 years old, 6'3, dirty blond hair. I'm athletic, have the honor of being the best heavyweight wrestler at any school I meet with. I make straight A's in high school, even my AP classes, and I have a pretty free ride to college tomorrow. The big problem is my family.

Presumably it was initially his intention on this fateful day. The day that his life changed and became a living hell. I left the school building quiet fast as the warm air bumped into my body. It was even warmer then yesterday. *Dang it* Why? its really no trouble" she replied with a joyous malice "I could just call her up and we'd see who sh really wants to be in charge"

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Look at me" I obeyed "You need to listen to everything that I say, don't miss out on anything. Your desires are not suitable as a basis for your submission. You'll do it because I want it, understood, servant ?" What" I said before sh grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them putting me in a world of pain "Do it, baby sis post them on facebook. or I'll put you on world of hurt Suddenly I felt a great fear...I rmemeber how hard mom would always punish me for saying anything disparaging to my sister. I gulped at the threat as I looked down "No...you don't need to do that" And on the other side we had my sister, who knew exactly what she wanted, ruthless and sneaky in her actions, clear-headed and full of energy. she pulled me out and threw me on the floor, before placing a towel over my head "I know you were just saying that to avoid punishment" she whispered cruelly "But you said it, and now you have to live with the fact that you said it" she pinched my cheek 'Soon enough you'll start to believe it"

The two of them didn’t speak for quite some time. How do you say sorry for splitting your daughter’s lip with a punch? How do you apologise for telling your mother she’s a slut? They’d crossed some indiscernible line and become abusive exes, though of course in a family as malleable as ours no role ever stayed fixed for long. I didn't know what she was thinking about when she said that but I wanted nothing more than making up for my mistakes. I nodded heavily. It wasn't that my sisters never got a spanking, but it seem like when they got their spankings, they were always allowed to get it in their bedroom. I never recall any of my sisters having to strip down in front of the family. I honestly think my mother did this to just me to make it worse on me and embarrass me.Feeling very mischievous, he wondered what it was like to wear such a garment. Without hesitation he laughed to himself as he took it off the hanger, unzipped the dress and stepped into it. Carefully he pulled his arms into the sleeves but his shirt made it very difficult. He removed his shirt making it easier for his arms to go through the sleeves. Then he reached round and zipped up the dress as far as he could. It was about 3 inches away from fully zipped and he noticed the pull that the dress had around his waist and chest. What do you want?" I asked aggressively as she came forward, placing a hand on the door "Just for you to stay in the showr. Oh, by the way...I adjusted the water heater a bit. Lets see how you like it!"

It hurt me pretty bad to have a 12-year-old tell that to me, but when she did a "gun show" flex to show off, I got really steamed the pain in my lower body was tremendous, and every time I tried not to focus on that the taste in my mouth started returning. whenever I wriggled or tried to break out, the wedgie only got worse. I lowered my head again. Was I really that bad to her ? I supposed that was the reality and it felt... not good. I looked at her again. She looked down at me from her throne. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of reproach and amusement. Why you just stand there,... wanna keep me waiting, huh ?" Her stare pierced me, looking deep into my soul... at least that's how it felt. I had barely entered my teens, yet she had become something like my baby girl. I even had to sleep next to her in the bed so that if she woke herself up crying, she wouldn’t find herself alone. When she did drift off I was always relieved that she’d found some peace, and I had this misplaced parental pride that she always slept straight through.That's hilarious. You.can't.be.serious" she was still confused but her amusement was clearly in sight. "I would have never assumed that you would be such an inferior worm hahah" I had a vision in front of my eyes. There was me, knealing in front of my sister, looking down at her gorgeous feet. The vision just disappeared as fast as she had popped in. Furthermore, if nobody guesses that you are a boy at the wedding, we intend to keep you as a girl until you can convince us that you had a valid excuse for ruining your sister's dress in the first place. We will now update your social media profile with your new picture of you as a bridesmaid and your name is now Samantha "