Raj's Transformation
Part 1: The Punishment
(An Indian sissy male grows to enjoy being dominated and feminized by white men and an Indian woman)
My name is Raj, and I have been working at a financial services firm in Texas for a few years. I am one of the few in the IT department. Most other people at the firm are managers, investment bankers, and the like; most are white men in business suits, with only a few women around.
As an Indian, I am one of the few Asians working here. I am normally quite shy and keep to myself, so I haven't met many people at work except the few others in the IT department I work with.
Life has been good for me here, if uneventful. But today, everything was about to change!
First, I should mention that there's this sexy Indian woman named Padma who was transferred to our office a month ago. She's in the marketing department. She has straight black hair down to her shoulders and often dresses in sexy clothing such as short business skirts above her knees.
Since she has an office close to my cubicle, I can't help but notice that she's very flirty with the white men who come to her office. A couple of times, I even saw her brushing against the guys while talking. The guys seemed to like her a lot. It wasn't just flirtation; the men around her seemed to be drawn to her confidence as much as her beauty. I saw her hugging one of the guys, and he put his hands around her waist and even slid them down her backside; she didn't seem to mind at all!
Today I was assigned to fix a problem with Padma's computer. She was sitting at her desk when I walked in and quietly asked what was wrong. I am naturally shy, and I normally do not talk to career women like her. I have to admit that I am a bit of a sissy, and I know that attractive and confident women like her will only want to be with masculine alpha men. I am slender with a smooth, hairless body, and with a height of only 5'5", I always felt inadequate compared to the tall, hunky white men who effortlessly flirted with her.
As I stood beside her, I couldn't help catching a glimpse of her shapely legs as she wore a skirt with a slit on the side. I saw that she had sheer stockings on with her skirt, and I could see a hint of the top of her thigh-high stockings under her skirt as I stood next to her.
She looked so adorable and sexy sitting with her shapely legs crossed; a mix of admiration and jealousy came over me. As I was checking the wiring behind her computer, I couldn't resist crouching under her desk, so that I could sneak a peek at her stockings. I guess I thought she wouldn't mind, as she seemed kind of flirty and relaxed with other coworkers. What was I thinking?
Padma stared at me with a sharp, almost playful glint. "What exactly do you think you're doing down there, Raj?" she said, her voice a low, velvety purr that held both a clear warning and a hint of intrigue. My face burned, but a strange shiver of excitement ran through me.
"You know, Raj," she said, leaning back and slowly crossing her legs, "this is a bit funny, but it's also out of line. I really should tell your boss." She gave me a look that promised both trouble and something else, something I couldn't quite figure out but that made my heart race.
I went back to my desk, worried sick but also tingling with a weird kind of excitement.
*****
Sure enough, 15 minutes later, my supervisor, Mr. Fred Johnson, phoned me to come to his office.
When I got to his door, Kelly, his blond secretary, smirked at me with a "you're in such big trouble" look. That made me even more worried. I knocked on the door and entered.
"This is a new one for me, Raj," said Fred, his tone stern but amused. He is a tall and handsome white man in his thirties, with an athletic frame and eyes that seem to see right through you. He is normally pretty friendly towards me. But he can be strict when he needs to be, and unfortunately, today was one of those days.
"Raj, you have some explaining to do. In case you didn't know, Padma's boyfriend Brian is one of the partners at the firm! She is not going to put up with anyone harassing her at work. She wants me to make sure that you'll never do anything like it again."
"You should know your place, Raj. A woman like Padma, with her connections, is not someone to be trifled with. Did you really think she'd give you the time of day?"
He paused and looked at me; my legs were wobbling in front of his shiny mahogany desk. "I'm seriously considering firing you."
"Oh no, please don't!" I begged. "I need this job to support my family, please don't fire me, Mr. Johnson," I begged, almost in tears.
Fred thought for a moment before making his decision. "Okay, if you really want to keep your job, you have to agree to a punishment today."
"What... what kind of punishment?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Well, it has to be something you won't forget easily," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "And something Padma agrees to. In fact, I think she'll quite enjoy it." I dreaded the thought of Padma knowing about my punishment, but the way he said it felt humiliating in a delicious way.
Fred decided that Padma should be here to watch my punishment. He picked up the phone and called Padma in, ignoring me as I begged him not to.
Fred asked me to wait while Padma was on her way. I was terrified just thinking of having to face her. But the thought of her watching, judging, and perhaps even enjoying seeing me in trouble, sent a strange heat through my veins.
*****
When Padma came in, I was ashamed to even look at her snotty face. She seemed pretty content with my fate, however, and she still had that look of mischievous delight.
Fred explained to Padma what he was going to do with me. "I believe some humiliation and corporal punishment are needed here to drive home a lesson," he said, a glint of perverse pleasure in his eyes as he looked at Padma for approval. Padma nodded in agreement, her smile widening.
"First, Raj, I want you to bend over my desk, take off your shirt, and pull down your pants." I froze at his command. I suddenly remembered that I was wearing panties under my pants that day, as I often do. I'd die of shame if anyone found out, especially an Indian woman like Padma.
"Please, sir, I'll take the punishment tomorrow. Can I leave now and come back later?" I asked hopefully.
"No way! I want to get this over with now. Now, get over there and take off your pants!" He yelled.
I knew I had no choice now, so I did as he said, my body trembling with a mix of fear and a strange thrill. I faced away from them and nervously took off my shirt and vest.
I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants down to my thighs, revealing a sexy pair of silky red panties hugging my bottom tightly. I was so humiliated exposing my upper body to them, not to mention showing them the pair of frilly panties I was wearing! As soon as she realized what I had on, Padma burst out laughing. Fred was just as amused when he realized what a sissy I was.
"So, do you always wear panties under your work clothes?" asked my boss. His voice was firm, but I could hear him breathing a little harder, which I realized later was because he was getting turned on.
I answered meekly, "No, only sometimes, sir, but please don't tell anyone else, it is so embarrassing." Confessing my secret was intensely humiliating, but it also sent a delicious shiver of release through me.
"What?!" thundered Fred, "Well, well, we'll worry about it later, 'cause we'll be quite busy for a while here, ha ha ha!" Then my mean boss announced that I was going to receive a good, hard spanking for what I did earlier. And it was going to be on my bare bottom!
"Oh no, please don't, Mr. Johnson, I'd die of shame if she saw my naked ass," I thought to myself. But I realized that I had no choice in the matter.
Padma looked at me with a smirk that said, "This is going to be so much fun." She took a seat on the chair next to me, seemingly ready to watch the action.
Meanwhile, Fred pushed me down on the table, twisted my arm behind my back, and pinned it to the small of my back, while his other hand easily pulled my pants further down to my knees and made me step out of them. He then also rolled down my bikini-style panties to my knees, leaving my ass totally exposed to them!
Before he spanked me, he laid his palm flat on my quivering ass to feel my smooth, silky skin and rubbed my soft ass and thighs, his hand lingering. I was so ashamed to be touched like that by another man, but I have to admit that it felt exquisite.
"Look at his girly buns!" Padma giggled and pointed out to Fred, her voice a decadent mix of scorn and delight. "He is such a sissy, isn't he? Heehee."
Fred agreed, commenting on how soft my bare skin felt under his hand! Then he raised his strong right arm and started to spank me, long and hard.
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
"Ouch! Owww! Noo... Please!" I squirmed and yelped during this stinging and humiliating punishment, while that sexy, snooty woman giggled and teased me. I could also hear Fred's large hands slapping my bouncy ass repeatedly.
A couple of times, I snuck a peek over my shoulder to see my slender nude body getting a much-deserved bare-bottom hand-spanking. The pain was real, but so was the thrilling mix of humiliation and arousal that washed over me.
To my shock, Fred then ordered me to turn around and lie down across his lap as he sat down on the couch next to where Padma was sitting. Reluctantly, I obeyed; I waddled over towards Fred, not daring to look at Padma's face, with my panties still around my ankles.
It was so shameful for a grown man to have to stand naked in front of both of them, especially Padma, waiting to be punished for being bad. Fred grabbed my hand forcefully and pulled me face down across his knee in a very embarrassing, childish spanking position. A part of me wanted to resist, but my body gave in, pulled by a deep need to submit.
Fred positioned my bottom in the middle of his lap and spread my legs slightly. In this position, my naked buttocks were fully exposed to Padma, who leaned forward in her chair, her eyes dark with fascination, missing nothing.
Moments later, loud smacking noises started to echo through the office, and I couldn't help but let out high-pitched squeals as Fred spanked me harder. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ouch! Owwww... no...." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Hearing the sound of my own bare-bottom spanking was torture. It wasn't just the shame of being over another man's lap getting the daylight spanked out of my feminine ass, but also the intense, thrilling humiliation of having a woman watch, a woman I had wronged, now savoring my punishment.
Overcome by curiosity, I looked back over my shoulder at my bottom. And it was as bad as I had imagined, if not worse. After 10 minutes of painful, nonstop spanking, the stinging had really built up. My rounded ass was bright red and bounced repeatedly under Fred's forceful palm.
I squirmed frantically over his lap, but he kept me pinned down by his strong arm, his grip a firm, undeniable reminder of his power over my smaller body.
He kept me over his lap for an extra minute to let me calm down while he gently caressed my red-hot ass-cheeks back and forth. I thought my ordeal was over, but instead, he started spanking me again, even harder. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ohhh! Please! It's too.... hard! Ahhhhhh!"
Fred landed his large palm full-force on my soft brown buttocks without any mercy, one painful smack after another in a steady rhythm. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I struggled to keep any dignity, but soon I started to squeal and sob in agony. My burning ass cheeks clenched and unclenched on their own with every hard smack, showing he was in complete control.
*****
Fred then announced that I'd been spanked enough. When I got up from his lap, however, he made me turn towards them and fully expose myself. To my shame, my small dick was now mostly erect! Fred snickered mockingly.
"Looks like the little sissy enjoyed his spanking!" he said happily. Padma nodded in agreement, her lips curling into a knowing, amused smile, her eyes fixed on my small erection with a look of fascinated contempt.
He told me to show Padma the red marks on my naked bum after the spanking. Fred made me bend over in front of them as they looked over my red-hot bottom.
Padma seemed satisfied, but Fred had something else on his mind. He ordered me to stand up with my back to the wall. My little penis was now barely visible between my thighs as I dragged my wobbly legs back to the wall. I was ordered to face them, so they could both get a clear look at me. I tried to cover myself with my hands in front of me, but Fred ordered me to keep my hands by my side, making the humiliation complete. I was shaved smooth all over, and it only added to my feeling of exposure.
I have to admit that the humiliation only seemed to increase my arousal. Padma grinned and giggled upon seeing how small my penis was, even with a full erection. She said to Fred, "Ooh, look at that cute little peanut he has! He really is a sissy!"
Fred agreed with her and added, "No wonder he fits so well in panties!" and they both laughed loudly.
Hearing them say such degrading things was so shameful, but it was strangely arousing too, a thrilling confirmation of my true place. I knew I only had myself to blame for spying on a woman so far out of my league. Now she had gotten her rightful revenge.
Fred allowed me to pull up my panties to cover my bottom and ordered me to face the wall. Imagine such a shameful sight — a girly Asian guy in just his panties standing facing the wall after being punished by a masculine white man, while an Asian woman watched.
I thought that my humiliation was finally over. Little did I know what was in store for me next.
Fred and Padma discussed what to do with me next. Padma said she was going to tell her boyfriend what I did and let him decide what the next step would be, so he could decide my payback. Fred agreed wholeheartedly.
Oh no! This was getting way more intense than I ever imagined, yet I found myself undeniably drawn into the game.
Padma called her boyfriend, Brian Jones, who is a partner at the firm. While I couldn't hear their conversation over the phone, I heard the low, seductive murmur of Padma's voice as she explained the situation. I sensed that he was angry when he heard what I did to his sexy girlfriend. He was coming over to Fred's office as soon as she hung up the phone!
I was nervous about having to face Brian because I'd seen him a couple of times before with Padma, and he's a big, muscular guy who wouldn't be happy about someone messing with his girl. But it also made him all the more appealing, and made me jealous of Padma in a strange way.
A moment later, the door burst open and Brian strode into the room. Before he had a chance to lay his hands on me, Fred pulled him aside to calm him down and offered him a punishment that fit my "crime."
Quickly, they decided on the details, and Fred simply informed me that I was going to be handed over to Brian and Padma at the end of the day to be punished however they wanted. The thought of what that meant filled me with a sense of dread and thrilling anticipation.
Anyway, I wasn't exactly in a bargaining position right now, standing there with only a pair of panties to cover my warmed-up ass cheeks!
Padma and Brian then left, leaving me alone with Fred.
*****
As soon as Padma and Brian left, Fred walked to the door and locked it from the inside. It seemed Fred was very turned on as he walked behind me to get a closer look at my panties.
"Pretty panties," Fred said thoughtfully. "Perfect for a sissy like you!" I felt my face burning red hot with delicious shame from his insulting remark.
But what was worse, suddenly I felt a pair of rough hands touching the bare skin of my silky, hairless thighs. He started to run his hands eagerly over my sensitive skin. Despite the intense shame, my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch, a silent, helpless invitation for more.
"Mmmmmm... your body feels very soft and smooth, just like a woman's!" Fred said, shamelessly groping my trembling body. Then he got bolder and wrapped his strong, manly arms around my slender body, pressing himself against my ass at the same time.
To my shocking realization, I felt his rock-hard erection rubbing against my ass, covered only by a pair of thin panties. I was shocked to feel myself starting to get hard from this humiliating treatment! A wave of pleasure shot through me, mixed with shame at how my body was responding.
I started to wonder what he had in mind for me right now. And I didn't have long to wait. Soon enough, I felt Fred hooking his fingers around my panties and pulling them down my shaking legs. Fred rubbed his hands over my now naked ass-cheeks, cupping and squeezing them. Oh, the shame!
"Nice sweet ass... feels just like a woman's!" He said after feeling me up.
"I never knew you were such a sissy. Do you ever dress up fully as a woman? I think you would look hot!" I was embarrassed but also secretly thrilled to hear this, so I shyly admitted that I had a few sets of women's clothes that I wore in secret whenever I could. He seemed very pleased to hear that, a dark smile playing on his lips.
Then he went to the couch and sat down. "I'd love to see you in a full outfit one day, Raj. But for now, come here and kneel in front of me," he said.
I looked down in shame and did as he said, and knelt in front of him. In this position, my face was at the same level as his crotch.
To my shock, Fred reached for his zipper and unzipped his pants, pulling out a big, hard cock. He was obviously turned on by touching me. It looked like it was a good 7 or 8 inches long and very thick. I'd never seen a cock this big, especially compared to my own much smaller one, which was also now fully stiff despite my fear and shame at the humiliation.
"Raj, your next task — off the record, of course — is to suck me off. That'll teach you not to wear panties to the office, you little sissy!" He leaned in and added in a teasing voice, "Unless, of course, you've been secretly craving this?"
My heart pounded. The thought that he knew, that he saw the deepest, most secret part of me, was both devastatingly humiliating and incredibly exciting.
I'd never touched another man's cock before, let alone sucked one! I admit it was something that I had thought about many times, especially when secretly dressing in feminine clothes. But now it was real!
I felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of sucking that huge white cock that was right in front of my face. I leaned forward tentatively and touched the tip of his big cock with my trembling lips. It felt hard and warm. I couldn't help but open my lips and slowly take the throbbing shaft into my mouth. This was so exciting!
Now I had my very first taste of cock. And, much to my surprise, it wasn't bad at all! It felt very full in my mouth. It was so thick that I was only able to take the head in my mouth.
I could tell Fred was loving the attention I gave his hard cock, so I closed my lips around the thick shaft and started to slide my mouth up and down. I started to realize what a woman must feel when she is giving a loving blowjob to her man, and it made me feel exquisitely feminine and submissive.
I paused and used my tongue to touch and lick his cock head, and also kissed him around the base of his cock and his hairy balls. Fred was smiling and enjoying my blowjob, and he was getting more excited each minute.
Soon, he reached out and grabbed both sides of my head, and then he started to force his huge cock in and out of my mouth. Now he was really face-fucking me! I felt ashamed to be giving another man a blowjob like this. I felt I'd die of shame if anyone ever found out that a white man was fucking my mouth right now.
But deep down, I also couldn't deny a strange, exhilarating pleasure in pleasing a stronger, more masculine man and a feeling of pride that I was able to arouse him as much as any woman would, affirming my status as a devoted sissy.
As Fred was getting close, he was pounding my mouth harder, almost gagging me a few times as he thrust his hard dick down my throat. Then he quickly pulled out and shot a large load of cum all over my face.
Satisfied, he zipped up his pants and told me to stand up. "Very well done, Raj. You are a fine cocksucker. This will be our secret from now on!" The word "cocksucker" really humiliated me, but that was what I was now — a fact I couldn't deny! And the truth was, a part of me loved this new, shameful identity. It felt... right.
Fred let me wipe the cum off my face and pull up my panties, but made me face the corner of the room, with no other clothing on.
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