The Joke's on Juliette

by Juliette Lima

 

Prologue:

For all the recipients of reviews that were thought to be too harsh or too picky
Comes a tale about Juliette who put her self in straights far too sticky.
Enjoy the tale of hubris and pride humbled
See how the snobbish reviewer bumbled
The writer who deemed all others so-so
Slips and fall into a dainties inferno.

 

Part One—The lady of the house departs

 

"I'll only be gone for a week:" Marla said, "so don't go tearing up rugs or knocking down walls remodeling while I'm gone."

"Safe bet, I'm going to get those articles rewritten, and select the pictures for each." I replied.

"Oh Dianne called, she has a party on Wednesday for Ted's birthday, she wanted me to bake cookies and a cake, but I'm away, so I volunteered your services, the ingredients are all together on the back counter. It'll be an inside joke, Dianne says Ted has bet her he'll never "get his cookies" from a man" so getting cookies baked by Jerry will win the bet for her."

"What was the bet Ted made?"

"He told Dianne she could spank him in front of the crowd if she could ever prove he had ever "gotten his cookies" from a man, so since you can do the baking as well as I can, it'll be a hoot to see him all flustered and red faced."

"If Dianne gets him over her lap for his fortieth birthday his face won't be all that's red"

"Well she's hired a company called "Covert Video" so there will be a DVD burned of the event for everyone to enjoy."

I had to chuckle at the joke being set up, and was glad Marla would be out of town, since my birthday was the same as Ted's and didn't want her getting any ideas. After all I would be fifty and knew darn good and well that Marla could cause more than the DVD to be burned. I kept my silence about the simultaneous birthdays as we drove to Marla's sister's house, where she met with her twin sister Maureen and their Mother, for the weeklong trip to their great-aunt's ninetieth birthday. I was pleased to be staying home as the six-hour drive to Norton Virginia with the in-laws was not my idea of a pleasure voyage. Loading the minivan with Marla's bags I kissed her good bye, and after seeing them off, went to gather what I needed for my week alone.

 

Part Two—A new splendid lady comes to call

 

With my wife away and the house all to myself I knew I could indulge in my secret pastime, crossdressing. I had done so off and on for the thirty plus years of marriage, Marla had seen me dress up for parties and such, but I was sure she had no idea I would often spend entire days in dresses and lingerie doing my writing and proofing of articles. I also would spend days "en femme" visiting crossdressing and transgendered fiction websites. I often would give reviews, some good but when I felt it necessary I had no compunction about telling some of the inept just how far from the mark they fell. I noticed several lesser authors had a coterie of followers that would in turn rip into my review. Well tough if you rebuke a wise man you will be thanked, a wise-ass will carp about you. I was not however in the mood to bother with such now, I wanted to augment my wardrobe, so off to a consignment shop I went. In Richmond's west end live the well to do and moneyed, and the matrons dispose of designer clothes at several shops. I entered my favorite and headed for the larger sizes. Lo and behold the environment was packed, two very stylish dresses, and a pink satin maid's uniform, complete with crinolines just smothered in lace. Using my trusty reel measuring tape, I checked the dimensions and bought all three. With my treasures in hand I headed to the local specialty lingerie store where I purchased fishnet thigh high stockings, and both pink and white lace trimmed panties to wear under the uniform. I made one more stop at a shoe store where a pair of pink five-inch ankle strap pumps joined the haul. Now outfitted in splendid fashion, I hurried home to try on my acquisitions. Since I had the house to myself I hung the new outfits on a door rack out in the open in the laundry room, and rushed to gather my existing lingerie. I checked all the existing items, and was pleased to see my pink satin corset, matched the new maids uniform. When I had showered and shaved all over I donned the corset, slipped the stockings up my legs, slipped on the satin panties and was transported by the feel of my tucked in penis caressed by the soft fabric. After applying makeup, most expertly, I put on my auburn wig, and stepped into the crinolines, thrilling to the soft kiss of the lace on my exposed thighs. Finally I slipped the satin maid's uniform on and sat to buckle the pink pumps to my ankles. Now in the most confining and hobbling of out fits I made my way to my computer, and signed on to see if any new fiction had been posted and was up to my standards. While browsing the run of the mill stuff that I found, the phone rang. Dianne was calling me about the cookies, we chatted for several minutes and she surprised me by suggesting she stop by in just a few minutes. I asked her for more time than that as the place was a wreck; but she kept me on the line chatting and soon I heard a knock on my back door. I told Dianne I had to see who was at the door, and she said, "Oh Marla gave me a key I'll let my self in". Before I can say anything I hear the door open and Dianne steps into the little office by the back door. Still holding the phone to my ear I look at Dianne and try to compose myself. "Wow you look really cute, what's your name sweetie? Oh are you posting on the web, are you Juliette Lima? I've had you trash one of my stories. Yep, the same email and everything. You're the snit that criticized my unreal situations and obtuse logic. Well looks like you've got a lot of 'splaining to do lil lady!"

"Please Dianne I'm sorry if you took things the wrong way, I didn't know it was you. Please don't tell Marla, I'll do anything." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I had made a huge mistake.

"Anything I want?" Dianne murmured. "I want a French maid for tomorrow night, and all day beforehand, and I want you to show me the rest of your outfits, so I can pick your clothes for the shopping tonight."

"You'll keep my secret?"

"No one will know it's you unless you show your ass and give your self away."

"Thank you Dianne I'll do everything you ask, and you'll have a great party, a real smash."

"Let's go see what else you own, the pink uniform is really submissive looking but not quite right for a girls night out for shopping." With that said we went to the laundry room where my new dresses hung, along with more normal lingerie and foundation garments. Dianne demanded I strip off every stitch, and neatly hang and store the uniform and all the underwear. She also had me hand wash the panties in the laundry sink, and still nude had me hang them on the line strung in the laundry room. She selected a coral pink bra and panty set, with matching slip, white thigh topper stockings, and the new coral pink dress, and a matching pair of shoes, with four-inch heels. As I finished dressing she picked up my wallet from the dresser and removed my driver's license, and credit cards, placing them in the small clutch purse I had on hand. I heard her chuckle and then my blood froze when she said "Tomorrow is your birthday too, Julie, how about that? I think I'll have two men to spank, at my party, and you will be fifty, how red do you think your behind will be? Now come on, let's see how generous you are the nicer you are to me, the gentler I'll be to you."

 

Part Three—Juliette gets mauled at the mall

 

Knowing I had truly stepped in a huge steaming pile, I stayed quiet, and meekly went to the largest mall in the area. Dianne parked, as far from the entrance as possible, so I had to walk as far as possible in the heels. Since she had on her crosstraining shoes she moved at a horrific pace leaving me to try and keep up. As we neared the mall I begged her to please slow up, and she responded by pulling her cell phone out and pointing it at me, then showing me the picture she had taken, "Maybe Marla would like a little message? You think?"

"Please Miss Dianne I can only go so fast in these heels."

"I remember going to the opera with you and Marla last month, you and Ted almost left both of us in the parking lot, so you better keep up, or the only way to your home will be shanks mare if you don't shut up and walk. Now if I hear one more objection I'll yank your wig off and leave you to get home with no money, or ID. And I have the only key to your house around these parts also."

In abject agony I struggled to stay with her as we visited Victoria' Secret, for her special gift. Then on to a craft store where I bought two oak paddles, nearly crying when Dianne told the clerk there was a husband spanking party and these were the gifts for the "guests with agony of d'seat". For several hours I was led around, finally we arrived back at Dianne's car, and drove to an adult party goods story, which sold all manner of sex toys, and lingerie. Inside I was led to a display of penis chastities, and I watched in horror as Dianne picked up a small metal tube with severe curve in it and a steel split ring that plugged in to the lock on the tube. She handed it to me and told me to ask the clerk to help install the device. I choked out her request, and the tall blonde clerk, had us follow her to the back room, where my panties were downed, and with a loop of string my penis was slid into the tube, and the split ring locked around the base and into the tube. Dianne then produced a padded envelope and had me address it to Marla, at our home, with a red felt-tip marker. She added her address as a return address, put generous postage on it, and on the way home added to my horror by mailing it at a drop box.. Once at Dianne's home I was made to letter the paddle's neatly, with "Juliette's first paddle" and "Mistress Marla's Husband Trainer". She told me "if you are good only the first one will be used, but if you foul up, Marla will be given the other one, and the video of you being spanked." With that she drove me home, and let me in to my house, as she left she told me "I kept the keys to your car and your license, so you can't run away. And you have a lot of cookies to bake so keep at it until midnight then sleep a little but be ready to leave for my house at eight AM tomorrow, wear your other new dress, you'll change into the uniform just before the party." I baked from seven to eleven thirty, and made a gross each of chocolate chip, sugar, and oatmeal cookies, which I placed in tins. At midnight I undressed and dropped into bed, in my slip and panties. All night I had recurring nightmares of being paraded about in just my panties and being paddled, every dream caused an erection that woke me in pain as the chastity squeezed me mercilessly. All too soon my alarm sounded and I began my servitude anew.

 

Part Four—Dianne fiddles, and Juliette burns.

 

At eight sharp Dianne walked in and marched me out the door laden with my clothing, and the tins of cookies. Once at her home I was put to cleaning, followed by hanging decorations, and arranging furniture in her recreation room, so there was one straight back armless chair at the top of a circle of twelve more. Dianne's large screen TV sat at the opposite end of the circle from the large chair, and she took delight in showing me a preview of my unknowing performance. At six I attended Dianne in her bath, and when she was properly attired in a black riding habit, I was sent to shower and change into the maid's attire. Dianne took the corset laces from me and tightened them until I could scarcely breathe. Once satisfied with my stays she helped me into the uniform and before sending me to greet her guests, had me bend over, and wrote on my panty seat. "As promised you will have a safe secret as long as you don't show your ass tonight"

"But you said I was going to be spanked"

"Oops, guess that secret will come out when you go over your spanker's lap, and your skirts go up."

"You planned this all along."

"Well no you stepped into the trap set by your spanker and her sponsor. Now go tend the door and remember to curtsey, oh beware of the cheval mirror in the foyer, your panty seat shows when you curtsey."

"Who is my spanker? And who sponsored her?"

"Not now Julie, get your pantied little butt into the foyer and greet everyone politely"

For the next hour women arrived in pairs, dressed in the same out fit as Dianne, skintight black riding pants, knee high riding boots, a black bolero jacket and black silk stock. And like Dianne everyone had the same severe bun hairstyle, and wore a simple black domino mask. At the last a lone woman arrived wearing the same style of clothing and mask, but all of her clothing was white. I curtseyed to greet her and heard my wife speak. "Surprise Jerry, I hope you enjoy your birthday party." I was stunned to see her and when her mother and sisters reentered the foyer, they put their arms around me and led me into the room Dianne had set up for the party. I was made to kneel beside Marla's chair while we all watched the DVD of my fall into humiliation. After the show ended, I was sent to distribute refreshments, and after all had "gotten their cookies" Marla called me to her side and pulled me over her lap. Her mother grasped my wrists, while her sisters each held an ankle. With Dianne holding the camera, Marla raised my skirts revealing my panties and the words: "Pantied for fifty, sure is nifty". As the assembled party counted fifty swats crashed into my bottom. At the count of fifty I relaxed and suddenly a last swap crashed into my sore butt, and everyone shouted "And one to grow on". I was subjected to one more degradation, crawling to each woman to kiss her toe, with encouragement from my mother-in-law who held a paddle. The last event was the presentation of a large block of ice, which had a key deep in its middle. Marla loaded the ice block and me in the car and drove us home. "Honey for your birthday I thought I'd have sex with you like we've never done it before." With that she took me to our recreation room and placed me face down on a barstool, "Wait here while I go change and get something to sooth the burning bottom, and but this is where it won't make a mess melting." With that she left me to cool down, with my skirts pulled up and panties pulled down. After some while Marla returned and pulling on two straps quickly pinioned my legs and arms to the barstool, and proceeded to apply something cold to my anus. "I was all prepared to let you do me anally, but since you like being the girl, I'll give you the experience instead". Soon she was plunging in and out of me and I could tell she had a massive orgasm. When she recovered she led me to our room. Allowed me out of my uniform and lingerie. And after dressing me in a pink babydoll nighty took me to bed. I awoke the next morning and dressed in men's clothing and went to the kitchen to prepare Marla's breakfast While the breakfast cooked I looked for the block of ice or the sink of water and the key. Carrying the tray back to the bedroom I asked Marla where she had put the block of ice. "Oh it's in the freezer, that way it won't make a mess melting. You know that hasp and lock that you put on the freezer is really strong, all you have to do is find where I hid the key. Now go put your lingerie through the laundry, Dianne is coming over with the rest of the DVD tonight, we'll want drinks and light refreshments. I know make us some of those feta cheese pastries and little spinach pies that go so good with drinks, maybe some of that champagne punch would be nice. Go on don't just stand there get going."

 

EPILOGUE:

And so our quarry finds too late
That self-absorption seals his fate
He sought the satin, frills, and lace
And found the lowly servant's place
Good fortune smiles from above
His better half is filled with love
Through low service he wins freedom
Taught loving in bondage by his new domme

  

  

  

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