Rita became my full-time persona and I was very busy serving my Mistresses, and my education in how to become a perfect lesbian sissy slut took up all my time. Since I could not go my old school as Rita, my Mother and Granny Mistress decided to homeschool me until a suitable alternative school could be found.

My statuesque Mother now sat down on the chair in front of me and looked at the dainty and slim young woman kneeling subservient before her in a short, pink nightgown. I was vaguely aware something was happening here, but my mind was mushy, and Lisa's hands felt nice and soothing on my sore bum. Moisture was seeping unnoticed into my panties as I was, once again, getting aroused. Seemingly by accident Lisa's hand strayed between by thighs, spreading them a little. Lisa looked at me, askance, her face bright red with shame. The realization hit me, that Lisa had a crush on me! Nobody had ever had a crush on me before and I felt suddenly very flattered and couldn't help smiling a little at Lisa, irrespective of the seriousness of our predicament. Lisa was sleeping at my house, in my bedroom and I was just returning after a heady session with my Mistress Granny. I still felt the touch of her strong hands and the insidious hairbrush on my behind, and my sissy pussy throbbed with renewed longing as I recalled the heady pleasure following the pain. My nipples felt raw and stiff against the cotton undershirt, and I still carried the intoxicating scent of Granny's female arousal on my face. I nodded into my pillow, drowsy and gripped by a sudden lethargy as Lisa caressed my spanked behind.All models were 18 years of age or older at the time of depiction. ShemaleHere.com has a zero-tolerance policy against illegal pornography. From where I sat, bound to my chair, I had a very good view of my sister's behind and noticed how the panties, which were rather too small for her, stretched tightly across her nicely rounded orbs. She really had a curvaceous arse! Yes, I'm sure they did... Now, I don't want you fiddling around while I concentrate on Lisa, but I also want you to pay very close attention to her punishment, so I'm going to tie you to this chair, so you will have a good view. And you must concentrate on what I do! Do you understand?"

It was, of course, Mother in full regalia who had caught us red-handed and I had no doubt our punishment would be severe. I was thus shivering with fear as the strong mature woman gripped each of us by the upper arm and confronted us with our crime. It must be red and sore! I should know. She has treated me to several spankings with that brush! Would you like me to kiss it better?" Lessons at Miss Johnstone continued, and I usually spent two whole days every week at her house, learning more about the correct girly behavior and attitudes as well as being submitted to her strict discipline and sexual training. My formidable Mother stepped close to Lisa, stroked her cheek and gripped her chin, forcing the nineteen-year-old lesbian slut to look directly into her eyes.Our Mother was now gently rubbing and kneading Lisa's bottom flesh with her right hand. An investigative finger even found its way in between the spread thighs to briefly delve into the moist fabric covered crotch. No ouch. No cry of pain. Just a sharp intake of breath from Lisa, and it seemed she pressed even further into her Mother's lap and rounded her lovely bottom, presenting it for further spanks.