You break down and start crying.

You did nothing wrong and no one believes you. You trusted your grandma but she only did it to lower your guard down. Now you have to wear a dog collar and a pink thong for a "Behaviour Adjustment"? You cannot believe this is happening to you. ‘Why me?’ you wonder.

“No…” you whimper. You just want everything to get back to normal. You want to go back to your messy room, to your small but beautiful home, to your loving mom and to your mischievous but kind and gentle sisters. Your life was perfect. What happened? Perhaps you’re having a nightmare and this isn’t really happening?

“What did you just say, boy?!” Gloria raises her voice in response, and you wake up from your delusion. This isn’t dream; this is reality. Your refusal to your grandma’s “offer” has angered her and you know she is furious with you.

‘WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!’

Your voice in the head yells in frustration but nothing comes out from your throat. Instead, tears pour out uncontrollably from your eyes and you start sniffling, wiping away tears with your hands.

“Why me, grandma? Sob…I didn’t do anything wrong. Sob…You…sob…you said you’d believe me. But why…”

Something explodes within your chest and you let out all the pent-up anger and frustration. So much has happened to you today and you just can’t take it. Nothing makes sense anymore and your natural response is to let everything out and break down in misery. However, before you can continue with your sob story, you feel a sharp pain shooting across your face followed by a dull, slapping sound. Your left cheek burns in heat and your brain suddenly halts its process, leaving you with a blank expression. You look up and see your grandma’s face burning red from rage.

“I ask you nicely and THIS is how you answer? Playing a victim? You despicable FAGGOT!!!”

“NO! Please, grandma! Listen to me! Please don’t do this!!!”

Obviously your tears mean nothing to your grandma. Gloria ignores your tearful plea, grabs your arm, brutally yanking you off the couch and starts walking toward the kitchen. Then she tosses you on the kitchen countertop, manhandling you like a dirty pile of laundry. The cool, sleek marble surface sticks to your upper body and rubs against your skin in an irritating way while your feet are barely touching the floor tiptoeing. The way she positions your body, tossing away the towel around your lower body, ass sticking out in the air and your puny cock and balls freely hanging below, gives you a clear idea of what she is trying to do.

“You’ve disappointed me, boy! And this is what happens when you DISAPPOINT ME!!!” and she swats your **** ass with the riding crop hard and fast.

SLAP!

When Gloria brings her wrath down on your ass, you shriek with pain. Blinding light flashes before your eyes and you feel an excruciating pain on your left ass cheek. Painful electricity propagates from your cheek to the rest of the body and your hip jerks forward in response, almost losing your footing on the floor.

You have been spanked several times in your life before when you did something wrong and misbehaved. Your mom has spanked and disciplined you; it hurt and you cried but she never did it to actually hurt you in the process. Your grandma, on the other hand, powerfully swings her riding crop to solely inflict pain.

WHOOSH! SLAP!

SWOOSH! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Gloria repeatedly slaps your ass alternating between left and right ass cheeks, and there is nothing you can do but scream and cry in agonizing pain. Every time she whips, you feel the burning heat emanating from your sore ass and you bet they’re starting to badly bruise. This continues for about 10 minutes but it feels like an eternity to you.

“Grand…ma! I’m…sorry! Please…!!!” you yell in pain but you soon realize your mistake. She increases the speed, whipping even faster and harder than before and your ass suffers for it.

“I!”

SLAP!

“AM!”

SPANK!

“NOT!”

SPLAT!

“YOUR!”

WHACK!

“GRANDMA!!!”

THWACK!

The last one slaps your ass more painfully than the previous ones and Gloria stops suddenly. Your entire body starts trembling violently and pissing on the floor uncontrollably, while you howl from the bottom of your lung letting everything go. Gloria, heaving and puffing from spanking you with great stamina, stops for a moment and starts laughing. She walks toward you and brings her face closer to your left ear, whispering with a dominating but alluring tone.

“That was oddly cathartic, wasn’t it, boy? When you pissed on the floor, did you feel the rush? Of your body giving up and letting go of control, which you never had from the beginning? Mmm, mistress saw everything. The way you lose control and make a mess on the floor, shivering from pain and pleasure? It was humiliating yet satisfying, I bet!”

You thought for sure she was going to punish you even more for making a mess. But instead, Gloria lightly taps your ass few times and rubs them in circle with her hand. Cool and smooth surface of her leather glove sticks to your bruised ass cheeks and sends tingling and burning pain all over your body. Surely your ass is badly bruised and maybe even bleeding. Tears are flowing down non-stop and you can’t seem to stop crying. There is not an ounce of energy left in your body to deny her words but you know that’s not entirely true. Lose of energy is not the only reason why you cannot deny her.

She is right. When you lost control of your body, accepting the inevitable, there was a certain level of peace following with the release. When your desire to release overwhelmed the fear, you couldn’t care less about your grandma getting furiously mad with your action. There was only freedom and nothing else. You thought surely she was going to severely punish you tenfold when you made a huge mess on the floor. But she acknowledged the rush of release you felt the moment you let go. She knew.

“Mmm…I know you’ve felt it. Every boy goes through with this change. When a boy surrenders his control of his body and mind over to his mistress, he is ready to begin his journey of becoming the greatest submissive sissy boyslut. Don’t deny it, boy! There is no shame in it! Are you ready to start your transformation? Will you be my sissy slut?”

Now you feel humiliated and are scared. The great surge of release you have tasted is fading away and the strong odor of ammonia is reminding you of your shameful reaction. Your ass cheeks are viciously abused and your body is writhing in soaring pain. Your grandma is still lightly caressing your bruised ass, aggravating pain and suffering further but judging from her raging erection rubbing against your thigh and her warm breath on your ear, you know she is unbelievably aroused. You don’t know whether you’re more afraid of receiving another around of vicious spanking or getting your hole brutally **** by her gigantic burning cock. But either way, you are fucked. Literally, if she chooses to do so.