Chapter 3: Who Are You?

Continued from chapter 2:

"Go on then, honey. Give our naughty schoolgirl a beauty makeover she won't soon forget. Foundation, concealer, blush, the works. And don't skimp on the lipstick—I want those lips looking good and glossy, ready for... punishment."

She settles herself in a nearby chair, crossing her legs as she watches with rapt attention, drinking in every moment of my feminization.

I sit still while Katie applies layer after layer of makeup to my face, transforming me into a picture of false innocence. Once Katie steps back, Mrs. Domin rises and circles me slowly, examining her handiwork with a critical eye.

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"Hmm, not bad at all. The blush adds such a lovely flush to your cheeks, and that lipstick... perfect for marking up later."

She reaches out to tilt my chin up, turning my face from side to side as she inspects me.

"Yes, I think this look suits you wonderfully. Delicate, feminine, and with just a hint of the naughty schoolgirl beneath the surface." Her thumb brushes over my glossy lower lip almost tenderly.

"Such a pretty little thing. I can hardly wait to ruin you."

I lower my eyes in shame, the reality of my transformation sinking in. I was once Katie Domin's boyfriend. Now I am a mincing little girl in a naughty schoolboy uniform, about to receive some real punishment. Why did I have to go through Mrs. Domin's panties?

“Mom,” Katie giggles, her laughter light and carefree.

I glance at her, unsure. “I think she needs a new name…”

Bethanny Domin raises an eyebrow at Katie’s suggestion, her expression thoughtful.

“A new name, hmm? How deliciously appropriate.” She taps her perfectly manicured nail against her chin, a wicked grin creeping across her face. “Let’s see…something sweet and innocent on the surface, but with a hint of the depravity within. Ah, I’ve got it!”

Her eyes gleam as she turns to me.

“From now on, you will be known as…Candy. Because, like candy, you’re a sweet treat meant to be savored, consumed, and ultimately discarded once we’ve had our fill of you.”

She chuckles darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine.

“Do you like your new name, Candy? Say it. Let us hear how it rolls off your tongue, our pretty little plaything.”

Candy? Please, no, I cry inside, shame welling up inside of me. Tears spill from my eyes as I shake my head no.

Both ladies exchange a glance before bursting into laughter.

“Candy!” Katie cries, her laughter infectious, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Candy Sweetbottom!”

Their mirth only deepens, the sound ringing in my ears like a mocking chorus.

Candy Sweetbottom? The name feels like a brand, one that I know Katie will never let me live down. Tears roll down my face and drip from the end of my nose.

Seeing my distress fuels their amusement further. Mrs. Domin wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling.

“Oh, look at that,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. “The poor dear is actually crying. How utterly pathetic.”

She reaches out, her thumb roughly wiping away my tears, smearing my carefully applied makeup in the process.

“Shh, shh, no need for tears, Candy Sweetbottom. These are happy tears, aren’t they? Tears of joy at being given such a perfect name to match your new identity.”

Katie nods vigorously, her grin wide enough to stretch her face.

“Yeah, Candy Sweetbottom has such a nice ring to it! It suits you soooo much better than your old name.”

She boops my nose playfully, her laughter echoing in the air.

“Don’t cry, Candy. We’re just having a little fun with your new look and name.”

Bethanny Domin stands behind me, flips up my skirt, and gives my panties a crisp spank.

"Who are you? What is your name?"

"Ero Apostasia," I whimper through my tears.

She spanks me again, harder this time, the sound echoing obscenely in the room.

"Wrong answer, Candy. Who are you? What is your name?" Her voice is stern, brooking no disobedience.

Katie pipes up, a cruel giggle escaping her lips.

“Come on, Candy Sweetbottom! Tell us your pretty new name. We know you remember it.”

She reaches out to pinch my cheek condescendingly, her fingers digging into my soft flesh.

“Don't make Mom spank you again. You know how much she loves to punish naughty girls who forget their place.”

I can't do it. I can't give in to this. They've gone too far. Both women are giggling as they take me by the hand and bend me over their laps in front of a full-length mirror. The room is filled with the whisper of my short skirt riding up my thighs.

“Look up, Candy,” Katie says, her voice laced with malice. “Look into the mirror and watch.”

Mrs. Domin smiles condescendingly, her eyes cold and hard.

“We're going to spank you now, Candy Sweetbottom, and we aren't going to stop until you tell us who you are. Until you introduce yourself by your new name. There is no Ero Apostasia. Only our sweet and naughty Candy Sweetbottom getting her sweet candy-ass spanked.”

Bethanny Domin carelessly flips up my skirt, exposing my panty-clad bottom. She and Katie start slapping away at my delicate flesh, the spanking relentless, alternating between both women's hands. Each stinging slap echoes through the room, punctuated by my yelps and the rustle of my skirt.

“Look up, Candy Sweetbottom!”

Katie commands, her breath hot against my ear.

“Watch yourself in the mirror as we punish you. See how red and sore your naughty bottom is becoming?”

She leans in close, her voice a low hiss.

“Come on, Candy, just say it. ‘I am Candy Sweetbottom.’ It's so simple. Then maybe Mommy and I will stop spanking this sassy bottom of yours.”

She punctuates her words with a particularly sharp smack, the pain radiating through my body. Mrs. Domin grips my hips tightly, her fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place.

“You're only making this worse for yourself, dear. The sooner you accept your new identity, the sooner this punishment will end.”

I can't do it; I won't do it. Tears roll down my face as the relentless slaps tattoo a drumbeat into my silky panties, my bottom burning with pain.

“I am Ero Apostasia!”

I exclaim, my resolve weakening. The spanks stop, and I enjoy my small victory. My triumph is short-lived, as I feel a pair of feminine fingers snaking into the waistband of my panties and, with a series of gentle tugs, they slide down my bottom and come to a rest in the hollows of my knees. My bare bottom is now fully exposed, the cool air a stark contrast to the burning heat of my flesh.

Bethanny Domin tsks softly, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Oh, Candy Sweetbottom, you just don't learn, do you?”

I feel two hands cup my pinkened bottom, spreading my cheeks apart. A long, feminine finger begins to tickle my puckered anus, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine.

“Since you insist on clinging to your old identity, we'll just have to make sure there's nothing left of Ero Apostasia.”

Katie giggles wickedly, reaching out to caress my now exposed bottom. Her fingers trace the curve of my buttocks, sending a wave of humiliation crashing over me.

“Look at that cute little pussy, Mom. All hairless, pink and twitching, just begging to be played with.”

She traces a finger along my anal bud teasingly, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Ready to admit who you really are, Candy? Or do you need more convincing?”

I lie still and say nothing. They can't make me say it. They won't make me say it. My body may be at their mercy, but my mind is still my own. I am Ero Apostasia, and no amount of **** will change that.

To be continued in chapter 4...