The Outfit

John rushed down the steps. He figured Julia had some groceries and was unloading the back of her car. As soon as he got to the bottom of the steps and turned into the living room he froze. He cursed Ashley but he couldn’t deny this excited him. His little pecker was hard as a rock. There was a purple thong with a bow on the front laying on top of a pair of hot pink leggings and a small crop top workout shirt. Hearing the trunk of Julia’s car close brought him out of his frozen state. He grabbed the thong and threw it on. He guessed it was a size too small as it duh into his hips a bit but the limited amount of fabric easily covered his package, even in his erect state. Next he practically jumped into the leggings. Then he put on the crop top which rested and an inch below his pecks. He didn’t realize but he hadn’t pulled the leggings up fully so thong was visible. In other words, he had a whale tail.

He went to run back up to his room but as he reached the first step he heard the garage entrance open. Panicking he tried to jump up the stairs but before he was even half way up he heard Julia. “Hey missy, before you go to your come help me bring these groceries in.” He hesitated. She’d never called him missy before. Before he responded she called out again. “Ashley! I’m not gonna ask again, come help with the groceries or you won’t get the car tonight.”

He did a mental facepalm, she must have seen the pink leggings and thought he was Ashley. He knew he couldn’t leave now as Ashley would just rat him out anyways. He bit the bullet and walked down the steps.

As soon as he turned towards her he was met with a wall of laughter. “Oh my god! I thought you were Ashley.” She managed to say through the laughter. But then as she looked him up and down her laughter stopped. “Wait, those are my clothes. Why are you wearing my clothes!?” He didn’t have a response. “Fine don’t say, just take these groceries into the kitchen and we’ll discuss your wardrobe choice afterwards.” As he got closer he prayed she wouldn’t notice his erection. Though as he grabbed the groceries he glanced down at himself and realized, even though he was hard as a rock, it wasn’t visible in the slightest.

He picked up the groceries and turned around towards the kitchen. Hoping for the ground to open up he was stopped at Julia’s demand. He stood still. Both hands full of groceries wondering why she told him to stop.

“Is that...is that what I think it is?” She asked. He didn’t know how to respond as he was unsure of what she was referring to. Until he felt the elastic of the thong be pulled away and snapped back against him. He almost came right then and there but thanked any god that would listen that he didn’t. “It is!! That’s my thong!!” He went to speak but stopped as he felt the leggings being yanked down to his ankles. “You little pervert! You have so much explaining to do. But first I want you to go into the kitchen and put all the groceries away.” He went to pull the leggings back up but she stepped on them. “Nuh uh, you want to wear my panties than you can wear my panties. Now March little missy!” Julia scolded.

He had never seen her like this or heard this tone from her. Heck she had never punished him as long as he could remember.

He swallowed what little pride he had and stepped out of the leggings and walked into the kitchen. As he put all the groceries away she went upstairs and took her leggings with her. Right when he was putting the last item away she came back down and stood behind him. He was afraid to turn and face her. Mostly because he had been leaking precum this whole time and there was a very noticeable wet spot on the thong. But also just because he dreaded whatever came next. No matter how aroused he was. Before she said anything he blurted out, “it’s not my fault, Ashley took my clothes and made me put this on.”

“Oh really? Well I walked by your room and your clothes were all over the place. And Ashley told me that she caught you going through my dirty laundry but you told her you were just going to put it in the wash, so she left you to it and has been in her room working on her research project for one of her college courses.” Julia stated.

Fuck, is the only thing that was going through his mind after that. He knew he was fucked. He shuddered as Julia told him to face her. He dragged it out as long as he could but eventually he was standing facing her with his hands cupped in front of his crotch.

“Move your hands to your sides” Julia demanded. He gulped and lowered his hands. It took Julia a few seconds to process what she was seeing. Her somewhat newly 18 year old stepson wearing her dirty thong and crop top with a huge wet spot on the front and what appeared to be a very small erection. She broke out into laughter again at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “Aahhhhahahahaha. Do you know how pathetic you look!? Oh my god! You’re filthy.” Her insults and laughter went on for longer than John thought possible. When she finally got it out of her system she stood and examined him again.

She looked him in the eyes and her tone became serious, “you owe me a new thong.”

John nodded in agreement. “Okay I’ll get you one tomorrow, I’m sorry.” He went to walk away.

“Stop! I’m not done. Just because you’re buying me a new thong doesn’t mean you get to keep that one. Take it off. The crop top too.”

Johns dick twitched. Unbeknownst to him. Ashley was sitting in the top steps listening to everything. She opened up the book, made sure she was using a pencil, and wrote down...

“John will instantly cum if Julia laughs at his micro penis.” She quickly followed it up with..

“If John cums on the floor, Julia will make him lick it up.”

John pulled the crop top off, then cupped his penis as he removed the soiled thong.

He knew it was inevitable and there was no point in delaying so he removed his hands. He watched Julia’s eyes fall down onto his genitals. He watched her green eyes widen before her lips curled and the sound of laughter rang through the air once more. All of a sudden his balls tightened and his dick started twitching. Moans escaped his lips as he came right in front of Julia. His cum didn’t make it very far and wasn’t very much. 3 small spurts that landed about three feet in front of him. With a drop of cum still hanging from the tip of his penis. He fell to his knees as her laughing continued. His tiny dick kept twitching, straining to cum. His balls felt like they were being squeezed. By the end of Julia’s laughing fit he had another drop pool out of his cock.

“God, you’re so tiny! I might have to book a doctors appointment, though there probably isn’t a cure for a pathetic pervert with a slightly oversized clit.” Julia joked. That sentence stung more than anything John had previously experienced. He promptly made it a favourite in his spank bank.

Julia told him to clean up his mess, he went to get up but she put her foot on his shoulder. “You’re not getting one of my kitchen towels dirty with your filth.” She pushed her foot down being his head down to the floor. Realizing what she meant he panicked. He had never eaten his own cum before. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to be humiliated he never wanted to try that. He wished he was still in control of the book. “Please Julia, I’m sorry, can I use paper towel at least?” He was met with a slap to his ass. John cried out in pain. “No, that’s wasteful, and paper towel isn’t cheap. Now clean it up before I make you mow the front lawn in your current outfit.” He didn’t need any more encouragement as he began lapping up his own jizz. He gagged at first but pushed through till he was done. Luckily he hadn’t cum that much.

“Now go to your room as I figure out an appropriate punishment for you.”

Ashley heard and went back to her room. After she closed her door she heard what was obviously John running as fast as he could up the stairs followed by his door slamming shut.

She sat at her desk and opened the book again.