Beg him to stop.

You know you'll regret it, but you are just to weak to endure another blow, much less six. Tearfully, you cry out. "Pweaph, sssuh, pweaph stopph!" The blows stop, but your body sings out in pain as you find yourself tossed off of Mr. Roberts' and onto the hardwood floor.

"Didn't I just know it? As sure as baby chicks is fluffy, bratty little sissy boys is soft. Well, you are gonna learn some character today boy. Oh believe you me you are gonna learn it in spades." Your heart races as he turns towards the kitchen and rummages through a drawer. You can barely breathe as you imagine what diabolical instrument of torture he is searching for.

You eye the door, wondering if you could unfasten all the locks and escape before he comes barreling angrily down on you. But escape to what? You have already been exposed to your neighbor, and even if you did make it home without anyone else seeing you, he would definitely blackmail, bully, and brutalize you every chance he got. You decide it is better to wait and hope he gets enough sadistic satisfaction in your punishment that he keeps your sissy secret.

"Here we are..." your neighbor says slowly...sinisterly and you await the next words like a train hurtling towards you, "my to-do list. It's about time you helped around with chores. Lazy no good loafer gonna learn some respect today." You stifle a giggle in your throat. Chores?! His diabolical punishment is chores?! You feel relieved you begged off the spanking. You would rather vacuum or whatever than endure more of that agony.

"Now don't get your hopes up. I don't got a kinky maid outfit for you to wear, I'm not a peevert like you. But I guess I'll let you keep that getup, but not because I'm into that stuff. I'll just keep a close eye on you so you don't slack off. First on the list, clean the floors." He hands you a tiny sponge and a bucket full of soapy water. You doubt the sincerity of his claims to not be perverted since the first chore involves you ass up on your knees. But you figure it beats a beating.

And you're right...at first. But before long the plug in your ass is back brushing lightly against your sissy sweet spot as your tail twitches with every scrub, causing your little cock to throb painfully and drip drooling precum onto the floor, much to Mr. Robert's amusement. "Missed a spot!" He jokes, cracking self up everytime. He has put his pants back on, but the thin material can't hide the obvious bulge he's sporting watching you work.

You begin to wonder if you can hold out much longer. You could be at this all day, and already the hunger in your ass and the cage biting into your tender flesh has you feeling ravenous. And that greedy old man is hiding the one thing that could feed your cravings. You get a wicked idea. What if you teased him until he couldn't take it anymore? What if you got him so riled up he fucked you into the floor and made you make a bigger mess? On the other hand, you might risk making him angry enough to do something worse. Your hungry horniness is begging you to tease him.