This story is for Christie Luv, for being such a wonderful Big Sister to me and I have been wanting to do something special for her, for a very long time. I hope that you like my story for you Sister CC.
BY PET BABY AMY
BY PET BABY AMY
My name is Christie Lavender and I am 18 years old studying Hypnotherapy, Psychology and Psychotherapy. I live with my Mother and my bratty brother Kevin who is the same age as me and goes to the same college as me too and he can be so annoying and he was the most arrogant chauvinistic boy I have ever known, even Mother was getting at her twits end with him, something had to be done to change Kevin's behaviour and I had just the plan.
Kevin has always been a bit of a brat since his early teen-hood, but he was too young for Mother to spank, it just was not allowed to be done to children any more, even to teen-aged children between the ages of 16 to 17. Kevin could do with a good slap, only to make him realize that he can not get away with his wicked ways, he became worse with each age, it was hard for Mother to discipline Kevin, for our father had died when Kevin had reached 13 years old.
My mother, called Catherine, she was 35 years old had long blonde hair and blue eyes, I took after my mother, where as Kevin took after his father with curly long red hair and blue eyes. Kevin had begun growing his hair at the age of 16, he would not get it cut either, and his hair had grown down to his waist by the time he reached 18, he looked like a reject Heavy Metal star.
But he was so arrogant because he was far brighter than me and he took the greatest delight in rubbing my nose in it, so to speak. But he would leave his room in a mess, talk back to Mother as though she was dirt, which got her so angry, then just simply getting so upset at how her son could be that way to her. Kevin was studying Science, Mathematics, Astrophysics and Aerodynamics.
If it was not for the fact how disgustingly clever Kevin was, he would be such a laughing stock because of his long lose curly red hair, because it made him look almost like a girl. Since he never even bother to put his hair in a pony tail, saying that pony tails were for Sissies. It was that remark that got me thinking, when Kevin said something else to me that got not just me, but even Mother really ticked off which got me to put my plan together...
It had been a nice warm day and I was just off loading dirty clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine, our house was part of a group of detached homes in a lovely rural housing community in England, Anglesey Court, just a mile from Preston City. I loved gong to the open market place, there was so many stalls and so many things at cheap prices, Mother and I, sadly Kevin too would go every Saturday morning to Preston Market.
Mother and I loved going to the baby clothes stalls looking at cute outfits for baby girls, there was two stalls in the outdoor market place and there was two more baby clothes stalls in the indoor market place. Kevin absolutely hated that part of our window shopping, that for him was far more embarrassing for him than having to go with us to shop for things like lingerie.
Anyway, I was offloading the dirty clothes into the washing machine, when I had dropped the pile of clothes I had taken hold of and Kevin had just passed me by and laughed. “Hey... just don't stand there laughing Kevin... help me out please?” Kevin gave me a look that spoke volumes at me. “What? Me... help you... with the laundry! Get out of here, that is work only fit for girls to do...”
My blood had boiled, I was not going to take this from Kevin and I shouted to my Mother... “Mum.... Kevin won't help me with these dirty clothes to put them in the washing machine.” Mother soon came into the kitchen and saw the clothes that I was trying to pick up from the floor and Kevin just standing there laughing at me. She looked crossly at Kevin.
“Kevin stop that laughing at once and help your sister with the laundry... in fact you should for once be doing the cleaning up, your bedroom is an absolute disgrace, I think you should even clean our bedrooms too and around the entire house.” Kevin gave a shocked look at Mother... “You have got to be out of your F**** mind woman... there is no way you are going to make me do WOMAN'S work...”
It was shocking to hear such language from Kevin, he was no taller than me at 5 foot 4 inches tall, Mother was the tallest of us two at 5 foot 6 inches tall. It was shocking because Kevin never swore, not before now... He was rude sometimes, but he never used a swear word.... Mother was livid... “Kevin... how dare you talk back to me, not only but to use such foul language, I do not care how old you are or how outdated this is, but I am going to wash your mouth out with soap.”
I was both shocked and amazed at how Mother suddenly before Kevin could even reply or protest. She had grabbed Kevin from around his neck and was holding him in a kind of a head lock, the sort a Wrestler would use... and with Kevin's head trapped in the head lock like hold, was quickly dragged over to the kitchen sink, there was a bar of soap on a nice soap dish, it was more of a display item than it was for practical use.
Though it was a real bar of soap, it was one of those ornamental ones with a perfumed scent, I am not sure if I am the only person to remember these, I have not seen many around and my Mother hardly buys them these days. Anyway Kevin was near choking, Mother quickly moved one arm, but without letting go with her other arm still around Kevin's neck, with her free hand she ran the tap water, then took up the bar of soap and run it under the water, then she began to force the soap into Kevin's mouth.
Kevin was mortified that this was happening to him and he sputtered as he got half a mouth full of soap.... “There, I hope that will teach you a lesion? You are going to clean up this house and do the laundry and the ironing young man if you like it or not...”
“Mother... are you not letting off Kevin a little lightly?” I called out in anger, as amusing as it was to see my bratty brother get his mouth washed out with soap.
That wasn't enough and Kevin would most likely moan even swear some more even if he does end up doing all of the house work... My mother looked at me quizzically... “Why... is it not enough that Kevin does all of the house work Christie?”
“Mum.... I think it is great that you are going to make him do that, but... but...” The thought that I now had in my mind was something I was sure Mother would most likely disapprove of.
“You heard what he said about how much this whole thing was woman's work...”
“Yes I did, though I can't see your point... If you have something in mind Christie, you know that I will always listen to what you have to say.” That much was true, Mother loved listening to my ideas or suggestions, she found a lot of them very helpful... Despite how much I was sure Mother would say no... I had to tell her what I had in mind, if Mother was to say no, I will try to plead with her, convince her it was a good idea.
“Well, do you remember that French Maids outfit I wore once at that fancy dress party I went to last month?” A friend of mine was going to place that holds fancy dress venues all year round every month of the year. It was a themed party girls had to go dressed as Wenches, Bar Maids or as French Maids, the boys had the better deal who had to dress up either as Pirates, Bar Men, Or Waiters.
Even then I wished just once one of the guys would turn up as a French Maid, even just for a laugh, or be game enough to want to swap costumes with one of us girls... Oh I tried to persuade a guy or two, but I had no such luck getting any of them to swap, now I had the perfect opportunity to get a guy to dress up as a French Maid and I could not think of any guy more deserving to be humiliated in such a way, especially since the dress was made of PVC, it had satin petticoats and a PVC pair of frilly knickers, lovely black satin ruffles on the seat of the PVC with white lace trim.
“Mum... I was thinking that Kevin should be made to wear that French Maids outfit whilst doing all of the house work, it would help to make him think twice about being so chauvinistic...” Mother looked at me in mild surprise, but not in shock, I am ready to nearly plead as Mother thinks the mater over, but I notice a wide grin stretch across her face as she turned to face me, what she said next, was music to my ears.
“You know Christie, I actually like the idea, love it in fact and you are absolutely right... Kevin will definitely learn his lesion, I am sure that will set him straight, wont it Kevin?” Mother turned to face Kevin who had turned pale white with shock at to what Mother and I now had planned for him... “No F**** way am I going to be wearing any French Maids outfit, you have to be out of your F**** mind if you think for one moment I am going to put on some dam stupid dress, you can forget it. It ain't going to happen...”
Mother as before, grabbed hold of Kevin's head in that head lock of hers and was again washing out Kevin's mouth before he could try to prevent another soapy moth wash. Not letting go this time as Mother wanted to make sure Kevin was going to pay attention to her.
“Oh you shall do just more than wear a dress, You will not only put on that French Maids dress, you will wear the underwear and everything else that goes with that entire outfit and you are to stay as our Maid right up until it is time for you to go to bed, DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR?” Mother emphasised the last part of her sentence, Kevin fearing for his life, nodded his head.
Mother let go and Kevin dared not do anything. “I will give you just long enough for you to be able to get the taste of this soap out of your mouth, once you are done, go and wait for me in my bedroom, is that understood? “ Mike again nodded his head, I was surprised by his sudden obedience. Mother smiled, she was not happy that she had to do such a thing as wash Kevin's mouth out with soap, but Kevin had pushed her and my self to our up most limits. He aught to have been grateful to have not had been spanked, that idea soon entered my mind, I wanted Kevin to be spanked, I wanted to humiliate him as much as possible, his arrogance and behaviour deserved all of that.
Kevin rushed up to the bathroom and used antiseptic mouth wash a few times and he soon had managed to get nearly most of the taste of the soap out of his mouth, there was only a tiny bit of after taste left, but it would soon pass, so Kevin not wanting to go through having his mouth filled with soap or something worse done to him, he went right into Mother's bedroom.
Mother had given Kevin long enough and she told me to at least just pick up the dirty clothes, but put then only on the kitchen table, it was Kevin's job now to do everything. Kevin was sat on the bed not knowing what to do, he was shaking like a leaf and crying his eyes out like a baby, so Mother later told me when she had entered the bedroom. Oh my mind was now racing onto the next humiliating thing that I could do to Kevin, the ultimate humiliation of all, but everything had to be planned right as I feared Mother may put a stop to everything should she feel things are going too far.
I did not want to push my luck, I had to play everything careful, I knew I would have to come up with a plan, right now I was content to see my brother dressed in the French Maids outfit. This was what happened from my Mothers account of finding Kevin in tears on her bed.
I was not expecting Kevin to be crying, maybe shaking in fear knowing what was to come, but I was not about to let my guard down just in case Kevin tried to weasel his way out of not putting on the entire French Outfit.
“Look Kevin... you really have brought this situation upon your self, there is not much you in crying about it it, is there?” Kevin looked up at me and I saw fear in his eyes... “Please, please do not make me do this Mother, please...” Kevin cried to the point that he was crying exactly like a baby... A boy of Kevin's age crying like that, I could hardly believe it, but I knew had to be firm with him or Christie would not forgive me should I suddenly drop the whole matter and not make Kevin wear the entire French Maid's outfit.
“Kevin for pity sake, stop crying like this... You are crying like a baby and if you do not stop crying like a baby I shall treat you like a baby, but do not think for one moment that will stop me from making you do the whole house work in nothing but a diaper, If I have to do that Kevin, so be it.” Kevin stopped crying immediately, which was just as well, I really did not want to be having to treat Kevin as a baby, even though he would probably deserve such a punishment.
Though I hoped making Kevin to be a Maid for the day would really make him realise the error of his ways. “That's better... you are going to be our Maid for the entire day and I expect you to act politely and above all do your job properly or I may have no choice but to make you clean up the house every day dressed as a Maid. Now wait her, while I go and ask your sister to get out that entire outfit for you, I will help dress you as I am sure that you would not want your sister doing that I take it?”
“No Mother, I would not want that...”
“Very well then... You stay here and you had better not be crying like a baby by the time I return, understood?”
I was happy to be able to leave Kevin sat on my bed, he did look regretful and to me that was a good sign. I had returned to the kitchen and I noticed that Christie was not there, I soon found her out in the back garden basking in the sun, I could not blame her really, it was a nice warm sunny day. I told her of how I had found Kevin, she took a delight when I told her he had been crying like a baby.
I guess I can just about see the amusing side of things, which helped me as I was so mad with Kevin, I needed to be able to turn this situation into a light hearted one, it certainly would help me calm down a little. Christie was only too eager to help, she took my hand and with a giddy mood in her step she rushed right up to her bedroom with me in tow, she was like a little kid again almost as she excitedly went through her things in her wardrobe.
The dress had been immaculately hung up and Christie was soon getting out the high heals and I decided that it would not do for Kevin to break his neck trying to do shores in high healed shoes, Christie understood this and she had a pair of old patent leather shoes she had stopped wearing and the funny thing was, she was no taller no wider than Kevin both of them were thin, not overly skinny, just thin, they were nearly almost the size of children the both of them.
More like the build of a big ten year old, they had small feet and I must admit I did grin from ear to ear seeing the childish like shoes, the rest of Christie's foot wear was unsuitable for Kevin to wear, so the patent leather shoes it was. Christie had a clothes chest, it had all sorts of clothes in it, mostly dressing up costumes, yet they were all neatly separated by polythene bags to help keep everything in top mint condition.
I was very impressed with Christie for taking such care of her things, unlike Kevin who just had little to no regard what so ever for anything that was his. What was most annoying was when he complained about that nothing of his ever seemed to last very long, trying to make him see sense that by looking after his things, they would actually last a whole lot longer, had fallen on death ears.
I smiled as each item of the French Maid outfit was passed to me by Christie, I saw the joy in her face, I have never seen her look so happy... “That's the whole stuff Mum, may I get a chance to see under Kevin's dress...” Christie blushed and I did think it kind of odd to ask as she knew what the items looked like, but I then realised, she was eager to see what they will look like on Kevin...
“I mean, I...”
“It's OK, I get it now, you want to see what all of this stuff will look like on Kevin?”
“Yes Mum, I would, could I?”
“Why of course you can, it can be another punishment to add to his further embarrassment, he deserves that too.”
“Oh thank you Mum...”
Christie gave me a big affectionate hug, she always called me Mum, I liked it, where as Kevin was very formal calling me Mother with as little affection to that as possible, it always broke my heart. It would not hurt him to be a little affectionate sometimes, boys.... Why do they have to think that showing affection is just for girls or Sissies... I know that I did not plant such ideas into Kevin's mind. I did not like the kind of friends he had either and I was pretty sure that they were a bad influence on him.
I took all of the items that Christie had given me and I soon returned to the bedroom, I closed and locked the door behind me, holding carefully the pile of clothes that I had in my arms, I looked at Kevin with a smile and I told him to get up off the bed. He did as he was told, and I began to place the items out on the bed, Kevin looked on in horror, his face turning pale white.
I cant believe what is happening, my God... Mother is going to dress me up in a French Maids outfit and I am unable to stop her, she has the moves of a professional Wrestler. Which I simply just can't believe... I mean a woman should not be able to do that stuff, let alone somehow have the strength to pull off a near choke hold like that... Mother is not very muscular, she is all prim and proper like how a woman any any female in my opinion should be.
Where and when did my Mother learn such Wrestling moves? How can she be that impossibly strong? Damn, I wish Father was alive, I am sure he would not have stood for this kind of c****. It's like being part of a feminist movement with my Mother and sister, though this is more of a conspiracy on my sisters part. After all this whole thing was her idea.
But it is bad enough that Mother is actually going along with it. The humiliation of it all, to have my mouth washed out with soap... Man... I can't believe that just had happened... Twice... Now I am going to have to put on some fetish French Maid outfit, frilly knickers, garters and all... I c****, I'm doomed.
“Well don't just stand there start to get undressed, unless you want me to undress you my self? Mother demanded of me all of a sudden to me.
I had been in the bedroom for a while, why wasn't I trying to make an escape for it? I could have so easily just have slipped out of my Mothers bedroom, been real quite going down the stairs and out of the front door before anyone would notice I am gone. I was so shaken by what had happened to me, I just couldn't move.
Things were beginning to happen as though they were a bad dream, a part of me was hoping this was a bad dream, the after taste of soap in my moth was all too real... I was not wanting my Mother use more Wrestling moves on me to get me undressed and I certainly could do without that kind of humiliation. It's going to be humiliating as it is to put all this stuff on I see before me.
“No Mother that wont be necessary.” I finally told her as to her remark of undressing me her self. I began to undress to the ever watchful eye of Mother... I was soon down to my underwear... surely she was not really going to make me remove it and have me put on the PVC knickers I could see before me?
“You are to remove your underwear too Kevin, I was not joking when I told you that you will be wearing the underwear too that goes with the dress as well as wear everything else that you see right here on this bed and I I shall make sure that you do wear absolutely everything.”
Mother was deadly serious and that was the final matter, my sentence had been past down, now I was about to be maid to carry out that sentence. Boy I can imagine this as a new in thing of the law as criminals etc get put on a stand for their crimes and rather hear the judge say... 'I sentence you to a life time of prison.' It is instead... 'I sentence you to a life time of being a Sissy Maid.'
I think every male criminal would want to commit suicide or something rather than be made to go through such humiliation... Anyway, I quickly removed my underwear as I did not want Mother doing it for me... I slowly approached the PVC knickers with unease as I so did not want to be putting them on, but a sudden voice stopped me in my tracks...
“Who said you are to dress your self!” Mother remarked... I looked at her, no way was she going to dress me... “I can dress my self thank you Mother... I'm not a baby you know...” I said guessing correctly as that was exactly what she had in mind, but Mother had the last say of the matter, as she moved over towards me, I feared for my life...
“Do not push your luck with me Boy! Or I just maybe inclined to dress you up as a baby girl instead. Now... you will let me dress you or I can simply force you into these clothes, but that will be most unpleasant for you... So which is it going to be?”
It was not much of a choice, but I relented... “OK, I will let you dress me...” I even cringed as I said it, I thought to my self, it can't possibly get any worse than this... Little did I know of my fate yet to come....
TO BE CONTINUED.......
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