Thursday, March 27, 2008

A Letter From Miss B

Hello Surf Barbie,

Tell panties again, that I am disappointed in her. She knows better then to touch you. she will have alot of intense training when she gets back and she will learn to be a perfect sissy and obey you completly or she'll never have a squirt again. tell her that I also want her to set up my internet when she gets back so I can talk to you more often, I have only about 6 weeks left of working as much as I am. so in May she start getting trained alot more wheather she's around or not. [Her stepped up transformation will happen] so fast her head will spin. She'll have [a giant backlog of sissy rules by] end of the summer and be happy about it. The world as she knew it is over. We are going to have lots of fun at her expense.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008


Panties was making Miss B some cheese and crackers when the phone rang. Miss B picked it up and that is how she first got to know personally, Miss S. Panties had told Miss B about her, how they had met a year earlier and had been recently in touch. She was an excellent, observant writer and just the person to talk to over the phone when most of the world has turned in. Once Panties was on the phone with her while she waited in the park across the way for her friend to bring a spare key so she could get into her apartment she had locked herself out of. The friend, roused from sleep arrived on bike, almost immediately. Miss B generally was interested in girls Panties liked and friendly toward them in the way kids initially are friendly to everybody they meet. She wasn’t much concerned about anything like Panties regression into m*nhood, but was curious to meet this supersmart art student she had heard about. They chatted and when she got off the phone, Miss B said “I’m going to meet this little friend of yours. Maybe you be sitting at a separate table. Or maybe I’ll make you sit with us.” The next day however, Miss B was called to work early so it didn’t happen. But they have each others numbers and if Miss S moves to the city they could become friends.

Saturday, March 15, 2008


Panties kneels in her “favorite position,” meaning, bent over the bed. Miss B always makes a point of instructing Panties to raise her dress, nightie, or skirt. Miss B longs for proper toys, but since Miss Jessica walked off with the crop she has to make do with her belt. Panties understands the sound of her belt being pulled from the loops on her jeans. Sometimes she will use a thin, pink belt Panties wears to define her waist. The spanking is almost always through panties or the pink bikini bottom. Miss B usually comments when Panties has on pretty panties or when her sanitary belt or pad catches her eye. Miss B has remarked how she likes the small whimpers and shrieks that accompany her hardest strikes. She hates the ideas they might be faked to please her though. Panties assures her that when she has room to wind up it is hard to keep silent. If you were to listen to a tape of Miss B during a spanking you would be surprised at her even composure. It is if she were carrying on a conversation over tea. The harried cries and pleas between her comments seem to be edited in from some other exchange where the trainer wears spikes and leather with her pick of a rack of frightful instruments. Instead, it’s as if you were in the room with a young American girl from the midwest chatting to her doll who has misbehaved. Only rarely, when she strikes a tender spot might she involuntarily exclaim, a soft, girlish “Oh!” The spankings have hurt more recently. She likes to follow a session in the bathtub with a wet spanking. She will pour an extra glass of water so that Panties’ pink bikini bottom is dripping. Panties is unsure whether it stings more because of the soaked fabric or because Miss B is inspired by the pink bikini. She can get angry as when she declined to spank Panties last week. She said, “I’d be more than happy to torture you in your pink bikini, but I’m so upset with you that I don’t really trust myself to spank you. A spanking should be to put you in your place, or to entertain me, but it should never be for anger.” Instead she had Panties prepare her leftover chicken and a cold salad which she ate quietly after which she left.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

A Quarrel

Miss B has been stressed recently. She’s moving from her bleak basement lair far uptown to an apartment closer to Panties. For some reason she hasn’t asked Panties to assist so she is most likely transporting her things via public transportation. She drops in on Panties unannounced to be served a meal and sleep over when she has to wake early the next morning. She’s also become hooked on “Lost,” which she will watch serially if given the chance. She’s been pleased with Panties’ progress working toward the 31st of March at which time she might decide to forgive Panties for her willful act of disobedience. There was a setback though, last Tuesday. Panties had served her dinner and was allowed to sit with her to watch an episode of Lost. It ended just before 11 and Panties hinted that she needed a good night’s rest for the next day and that Miss B had agreed to watch just one episode. She ignored Panties and after lying silently in bed for twenty minutes, Panties took her pillows and bed covers and left the room in a dudgeon. There was barely twenty five minutes to go in the hour-long program and Panties reflected on how a proper, serious sissy would have been happy to suffer the minor inconvenience so that her trainer might have enjoy some time away from her day’s cares. Panties was awake when she heard the show end. After a few minutes Panties got up to find Miss B gone, along with the rest of the DVDs. The next day Panties received the following text:

I don’t want to see you for a while. Sunday you should come over and clean. And write list me all the things you’ll miss about me.

She ignored Panties’ calls and messages attempting to apologize. Then this text:

Iyou give yourself an enema tomorrow.

Then Saturday evening:
I want you here tomorrow at 12 to clean. Call tomorrow for directions.

The girl at the pharmacy noted Panties’ purchase of a 4-pack of Massengill Extra Cleansing Vinegar & Water Disposable Douche. Panties took from her closet her maid’s uniform and apron. By the end of the day her nylons might be worn at the knees and her dress covered with cats hair.