Knick Knack, Paddlewhack

A story written just for Annie by Ms. Dani

It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the mall and, as Holly and Annie passed Build-A-Bear, Annie tugged on her Mommy’s arm, saying, “Please let’s go in…just to look around…please!”

Holly smiled and agreed, adding, “Yes, of course, but you must follow all the rules!”

“Oh, yes, Mommy, I will,” Annie replied and skipped into the store. There was a birthday party in progress, but the manager immediately recognized two of her best customers and came over to greet them.

“Hello, Ms. Holly,” she said, “How nice to see you! And you, Annie—how is my favorite little girl?”

“Oh, no, Miss,” Annie protested, “I am not a little girl; I am an obedient little sissy wanker!” She curtseyed and blushed, feeling her little nubbin twitch.

“My, my, you certainly are,” the manager agreed. Just then, Annie’s presence caught the attention of the little girls at the party and they and their mothers came over to meet her. Annie smiled and curtseyed to each of them, handing one of her cards to each of the lovely mothers. The ladies gathered around Holly, full of questions about her unusual charge, such as “My son is such a brat, could be successfully sissified?” or “My little boy always wants to try on his sister’s dresses—should I let him?”

Holly gave them advice and then Annie tugged at her arm again. “Mommy, come see the new plushie they have!” Holly excused herself and followed Annie to the display. It featured a four-foot-tall teddy, dressed in an elaborate ball gown. “Can we buy one, please, Mommy?” Annie looked at the price tag and blanched.

“Oh, I’m afraid not, honey, it’s much too expensive!” she explained. Annie began to plead and whine, behaving like a spoiled child, denied what she thinks is her due. Holly was having none of it, not in front of all these ladies and their daughters. She brought Annie to a chair, reached into her bag and produced the paddle. She laid Annie over her knees, pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal her frilly ruffled panties and began to paddle her, right there before the whole store! The mothers smiled at seeing the sissy punished for the ill behavior, and the little girls laughed and giggled and pointed at Annie’s childish panties.

It wasn’t long before Annie was crying, kicking her legs and saying she was sorry. But Annie could also feel her humiliation growing and her nubbin getting stiff; as usual, such humiliation was arousing to her and only made her long for more of it. When Holly felt it had gone on long enough, she let the little sissy stand and face the group. Annie curtseyed and apologized, saying, “I am so sorry for interrupting your party this way, but I am just an obedient little sissy wanker and I can’t help it!”

The girls and their mothers applauded and Annie felt her humiliation and arousal rise again. “Mommy, may I show them my prissy sissy panties?” she asked.

“Yes, you may, dear,” Holly answered, and Annie proudly pulled up the front of her dress, so that the evidence of her arousal was visible to all.

After a few more minutes, the manager said, “I’m afraid it’s time for the party to end,” and girls and their mothers drifted off. She turned to Holly. “Thank you so much for the delightful entertainment! Give me your address and I will see that one of the new Princess Bears is sent to you, free of charge.”

Annie curtseyed once more to the manager and said, “Thank you, Miss…I am an obedient little sissy wanker!”

THE END