A story by Madeline de Renard, reproduced with permission and thanks. Copyright Madeline de Renard.
John made it home early on Thursday night. 3.45 pm, two hours at least before Susan and the kids would be home. He had with him a brown package. It crinkled softly under his arm, so unobtrusive to the rest of the world, but calling him with a voice so sultry, so seductive it had drawn him out of the office altogether.
He shouldn’t have gone of course. He shouldn’t even have the package. He should never have been on the site he placed the order on. But he had been there, he did have the package (which had been delivered at work to avoid any undue suspicions,) and he had driven home shortly after the courier had dropped it off casually at his desk, blithely unaware of the treasures it contained.
Making for the bedroom, John slipped off his clothing along the way. The shoes were the first to go, discarded in the corner of the hallway. His suit jacket found a home on the stair balustrade. By the time he entered the bedroom proper he had his tie loosened and was working furiously at the cuffs which obstinately held his white starched shirt in place.
When completely naked, he turned to the package. It would have been a travesty to open it whilst still in his work a day clothing. No, this was a special package that deserved a special opening. Tearing at one corner of the brown paper, John gasped a little as a flash of pink came into view. The satin smoothness of the material teased his thumb and in an instant he was ripping into the little package, rending the plain brown paper away and revealing the delicious contents within.
Spilled out on the bed spread, a pair of pink satin panties, a matching bra, and, John had agonized over this, but had decided he simply must have it, a low cut chemise that matched the set.
Panties first. Soft and smooth, sliding over his shaven legs as if they belonged there. He began to grow thick before the material even touched his smooth balls or cock. Then at last, they were on, snug across his bottom, snug against his cock, cupping his sac gently, yet firmly. The lace panels around the top of the panties looked so pretty, complementing the pink sheen of the fabric perfectly. He took a few tentative steps and almost doubled over with the sheer pleasure of the satin sliding over the underside of his erection. Hand rubbing there, he reached for the bra, greedy for more.
Snapping it closed at the front, he twisted the bra to the front. Underwire, with the same pink satin on the cups topped with matching lace, this was a set to die for. As the cups brushed against his nipples and cupped his small breasts, he let out an audible moan, stroking his cock more firmly through the panties, he posed in front of the full length mirror. A small wet spot appeared on the fabric of the panties. How naughty!
Already John was disappearing. In his place, sissy Jane had arrived. With a girlish giggle, he reached for the chemise, slipping it over his head carefully and shivering with pure pleasure as it covered his body, almost blocking the sight of panties entirely, until he turned and bent a little, pushing his bottom out so that the satin cheeks were visible in the mirror.
Posed there like that, decked out in lingerie caressing his most sensitive areas, sissy Jane was in a world of her own. What a naughty, pretty little thing she was. Her clitty cock surging against her panties so badly as she rubbed it better.
“You naughty boy!” a voice broke through his lingerie haze.
Coloring a deep red, John leapt up as his wife, Susan, entered the room, a cross look on her face. She was a tall woman, in her heels, even taller than John. Her sultry green eyes looked fiercely at him, taking in his panty clad bottom and lingerie sins.
“What did I tell you about this?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest officiously. He could see her full cleavage rising and falling over her crossed arms, and for a moment, John’s arousal got the better of him.
“I….I…” he stammerd.
A raised eyebrow was all that met his words.
“I see I will have to teach you a proper lesson this time,” Susan declared, reaching out for him and taking him by the wrist firmly.
Squealing, sissy Jane was pulled over Susan’s lap, his panty clad bottom bared to her as she brought her finely manicured hand down in a firm slap.
“Look at you! You look like a naughty little girl!” Susan lectured, shifting him over her thigh as her hand peppered his bottom soundly with smacks, each one causing his turgid erection to grind and slide against the satin fabric which covered his cock.
Writhing and twisting, sissy Jane’s pleas soon turned to cries of joy. She had been close to cumming the moment she put those panties on, and now, being spanked like the naughty sissy she was, Jane felt the familiar sensation overwhelming her body, welling up through that clitty cock.
With a bright red bottom and cute pink lingerie ensemble, sissy Jane cried out as her orgasm crashed through her, each slap urging her further through it as Susan spanked on regardless. Her cum pouting forth, soaking the thin panty material entirely as she shuddered and yowled her pleasure pain.
“Now look what you’ve done!” She scolded as cum seeped through the panties, leaving sissy Jane in a sticky wet panty mess of her own making. She stood up, smacking sissy Jane’s bottom sharply, making her look at herself in the mirror.
“Look at your mess!”
Looking at himself in the mirror, thoroughly chastised, pantied and spanked by the woman he loved, John thought that perhaps he might just be the luckiest man alive.
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