Jean left the room and I started to dress. I went to the closet and selected a blouse that Jean had purchased for me, but one I had hesitated to wear because I thought it was too little girlish for me. Jean was patient and understood. I knew how much she wanted to see me wear it. It was blue & white with puffed sleeves and a round little girl collar that was edged with lace. With this I wore a puffy skirt with lots of fluffy slips. I then put on my matching pumps. I made up my face and ran a comb through my blonde curls. I put a pretty blue satin ribbon in my hair. I knew Jean would like it. I looked in the mirror the effect was little girlish alright, but somehow didn't mind. Somehow I was glad I looked like a little girl and I thought of how pleased Jean would be. I posed prettily for myself in the mirror. I was beside myself looking at my reflection realizing suddenly how delighted I was with my little girl look. I actually liked looking like a little girl!

Jean entered the room without me hearing her. She eyed me primping so smug and satisfied. Until today our transvestite fantasies only involved dressing up and me playing the french maid. Today I was a little girl and I really felt like one. When I finally realized Jean was there I was fondling my little person in the mirror turning on to my femin­inity. Jean had a scowl on her face. I had never seen her this angry. For a moment I was really frightened, as though I really was an adolescent caught masturbating. Jean walked over to the bed and without saying a word motioned with her hand for me to come over. I walked over shyly feeling very awkward. She pulled me down across her lap and started smacking my bottom, skirts up and panties down. I felt the stinging slaps over and over again on my exposed cheeks. My kicking legs only made her spank me harder. I bit my lower lip and hoped the spanking would soon be over. She raised me up and let me sit on her lap. My face was streaked with my tears and I felt thoroughly humil­iated. My cheeks were hot and my little member was starting to get hard. Jean gently stroke it and cooed soothing words in my ear. She would for­give me and since I was so aroused she told methat she was going to really turn me on. She had me position myself on the bed ass up.

"Come on sweetie pie raise it up" [slap] Jean's voice came from directly behind me, the slap on my fanny from directly above. I was lying face down on the bed, my skirts and petticoats over my head, hiding my blushing  face. I raise up as demanded. Jean is holding a rubber shaped penis device, I saw it when I peeked through my skirt. AS I raise I feel the very tip of the device enter my fanny hole.

"Flower honey." coos Jean. I open wide as I can. I am so scared this is going to hurt. The device e enters slowly, then starts moving swiftly in and out of my hole. She orders me to hold it tight there for a moment. She slowly pinches the fleshy part of my bottom sending waves of pleasure through my body. She wants me to get the feel of it. All of it inside me. She tells me "I want you to embrace it. Feel like you can't bear to live without it. I want you to adore it with your entire being. Now here we go dear. Rise up with it in place, don't let it slip out. Here we go, NOW grasp! " The rubber device receded slowly, teasingly. I gripped as tightly as I could. I tried to feel as much as I could. That's when Jean grasped my member and stroked it gently as she tongue kissed me. I wanted to feel the dildoe in the depths of my soul. I wanted it to take me over, to conquer me, to fill my very being. I wanted to be passive, to have Jean use me to be feminine to her. I shot my orgasm in her hand. My knees buckled beneath me and I fell on the bed. When I recovered from my joyous rape I looked up to see Jean scowling at me. She rubbed the cum in my face making me lick her hand clean. She ordered me to stay where I was and walked over to the closet, she returned with a ping pong paddle in her hand. That night I was made to submit to fifty of her hardest slaps. I would NEVER cum again without permission. I was a little girl "Jean's little girl" and I had learned my lessons well. I was passive to her. Feminine to her & her devoted husband slave!