Your punishment continues:

As the door closes behind you you take a breath of relief, your punishment was over… Or at least you thought it was.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” your mom says, grabbing the general store bag from you.

“Uhh, sure,” You say.

Horror fills your mind as you see your mother pull out a bottle of hair removal cream.

“As part of your punishment, I want you to understand how much of a pain it is for us girls to keep our bodies smooth,” She says, “now, I want you upstairs and naked in my bathroom by the time I get there.”

“By the time you get there?” you ask.

“Oh I just need to do a few things down here first,” she says.

You nod, and turn to go up stairs, flinching as she slaps your butt when you pass.

You go up to her room, setting the bags down on her bed before going into the bathroom. Then you pull off your sister’s clothes.

It’s taking a while for your mom to come up, and it’s cold, goosebumps cover your skin, and your small dick pulls in even further while you wait quietly.

As you wait you can feel your bladder becoming more and more noticeable. You haven’t gone all day and the cold was making it harder to hold it in. But as you lift the toilet seat your mom opens the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I need to pee,” You say, thinking it was pretty obvious.

“I didn’t tell you that you could.”

“What?”

“Wait. Hold it until we’re done.”

“But I really need to go.”

“Welcome to being a girl. Hold it,” she held up the bag, “Ready for your surprise?”

You nod your head, eager to get this done with so you could go to the bathroom.

You watch as she sets the bottle of hair removal cream on the counter, and starts to tie her hair back

“What exactly will that do?” you ask, you know, but you're hoping that somehow you might be wrong, and that this isn't what is about to happen to you.

“It will get rid of all that nasty hair on your body, sadly it isn’t permanent, but this stuff will last for about a week.”

“Oh…”

“You don’t sound excited, a good daughter would be excited.”

“I’m sorry mom,” you say, hoping not to make her angry, “Thank you very much for thinking about me, I love it.”

“Good girl! Here, I’ll even help you get it on.”