Call her bluff, there's no way she can dress you herself

"Meg fuck off," you say with a glare, "Get out of my room and go bother someone else."

You turn away from her expecting her feelings to be hurt and to hear the door slam, but you hear neither the sound of crying or footsteps. Confused you decide to turn around. You're met with a quick glimpse of Meg standing before you eyes narrowed and a fist flying towards you're face. For a girl she has really good aim, and a good deal of strength; you're knocked onto your ass and sit there for a minute trying to recuperate. You hear her walk towards the door and lock it and the next thing you know she's pulling your leg dragging you to your bed. She sits herself down and proceeds to drag you up onto her lap with your ass sticking up and your torso dangling over her knees.

"You're parents and sisters are gonna be gone all day, so it's just me and you Dougie," she says as she begins to pull your pants and underwear down, "You can struggle and scream all you want; in fact I hope you do 'cause I like it when my sissies cry."

You're confused by what she means until you feel a sharp pain in your exposed backside that makes you jump. Meg holds you in place and proceeds to deliver another slap to your bottom then another, and another, and another. You begin thrashing about in her lap trying to buck your way out of her grip, but it's no use she is way too strong for you. As the pain increases with each slap you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes and it isn't long before you begin verbally sobbing. There is nothing you can do other than lay across this 18 year old's lap and take the spanking you don't deserve. Meg continues spanking you for fifteen minutes before she finally stops, and by this time you've begun screaming and pleading with her to stop. She pushes you off of her lap and goes over to your dresser and pull out a pair of pink panties with the words "Daddy's Girl" on the ass, she then walks back over to you. Without a word she yanks your pajamas and underwear off and proceeds to forcfully stick your feet through the holes and pull them up. You don't offer much resistance considering what has just happened, and even stand up so she can finish pulling up the panties.

"Shirt off now," she demands as she walks over to your closet and starts sorting through your new attire for something appropriate.

You do as your told, ashamed and humiliated, and take off your shirt. Meg walks over to you and smiles seeing that you are cooperating, but doesn't say anything as she picks off a very skimpy plaid skirt off its hanger. She then hunches down and motions for you to step forward which you do, and she slides the skirt up to your waist. To your dismay the skirt only comes down to your mid-thigh and that's if you don't stretch or stand up straight. Meg waists no time and proceeds to grab a short lime green halter top and **** it over your shoulders and onto your torso. The shirt is too small and only comes down to your naval, You look over at the dresser mirror and catch a glimpse of yourself; you look like a slutty school girl. Meg takes a step back to admire her work before finally giving you a smile.

"Now that's better, see don't you feel more natural?" she asks.

You do nothing but stand there dumbfounded and try once again to plead with her, "Meg p-please I don't want to do this," you say practically begging.

"Awe that's soo cute you think I care what you want," she says as she reaches up and pinches your cheek, "Dougie, you're my sissy-bitch and what you want stopped mattering as soon as my dick went in your cute little boy butt. Besides every guy wants a nice thick girl-dick in his ass; you just need to get used to it. Now I think my little sissy needs some makeup."

You can't believe what she just said, what you want doesn't matter? How was that right or fair? And now she wanted to put makeup on you? This was getting out of hand, but was it ever really in your hands?

As all of these questions run through your head Meg takes your hand and leads you over to the bed and sits you down. She walks over to your dresser and pulls out lipstick, nail polish, and eye liner. She walks back over to you and proceeds to give you a make-over. After thirty minutes of more humiliation your face is done up like a french whore. Meg leans back and gives you a seductive smile.

"You're family will be gone until 8 tonight do you know what that means?" she asks cutely.

"N-n-no," is all you can manage as a response.

She giggles as she replies, "It means we get to 'play' together for 8 whole hours and right now I want you to...."