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Petal & Poppet ~ a little tale of twinsie cuckolds
Petal & Poppet
Petal and Poppet were sissy friends. Their Mummies liked them to play together. They curtseyed together and held hands and skipped together. They sucked their dummies together. They kissed each other. Sometimes they kissed very sweetly on the lips with their hands clasped behind their backs. Sometimes their Mummies liked them to embrace and kiss with open mouths and searching tongues.
Petal and Poppet did so many things together that their Mummies came to think of them as sissy twins. They invented a word for them: twinsies. At the start of each day, Petal and Poppet buttoned each other into their pinafores, curtseyed to each other, and shared a sweet sissy kiss. Then they sang a little song together, “We’re Petal and Poppet, silly sissy twinsies, we’re very well-behaved and neat as little pinsies.” Curtsey, kiss, curtsey, kiss.
Of course, Petal and Poppet also got punished together. When both were bad, both got punished. When one was bad, both got punished. And when both were good, both still got punished, only a little bit less. Their Mummies knew that even prissy sissy twinsies need lots of punishment to keep them sweet and well-behaved.
As Petal and Poppet knew (or at least had been told), even well-behaved twinsies can be very tiresome. No matter how well they do their chores, no matter how polite they may be, they are still only children. Children need constant reassurance and supervision, and twinsies need even more because they are especially fragile children. Mummies need a break from all that. Mummies are grown women who like men who don’t need to suck dummies. So the Mummies went on dates every Friday night.
Before going out on dates, the Mummies would spank Petal and Poppet. It kept them better behaved for the evening and made them sleep better that night. The Mummies would put on bibbed aprons to protect their clothes. But spanking the twinsies, with their tears and dribbles, was still a rather messy affair. So the Mummies decided to have their boyfriends do it. The boyfriends didn’t mind, the sissies hated it, and the Mummies loved that.
Petal and Poppet were afraid of the boyfriends. They spanked so frightfully hard, and said crude and horrid things. They were never kind, like the Mummies.
Petal and Poppet thought that the boyfriends might not spank them quite so hard if they were especially well-behaved. So whenever their Mummies had dates, Petal and Poppet became especially well-behaved. They scrubbed the bathrooms until they sparkled. They hung the laundry out on the line and sucked their dummies so they wouldn’t cry out loud when the neighbors tittered. They cleaned their rooms and quietly did their needlework. No loose buttons or frayed seams for these sissies. Embroidered doilies covered every surface.
One Friday the twinsies did everything their silly sissy heads could think of to please their Mummies. They even thought to ASK the boyfriends for their spankings (very sweetly, of course). But the Mummies only smiled, the boyfriends laughed out loud, and the spankings were just as harsh.
Petal and Poppet stood in the corner feeling very, very sorry for themselves. Their noses were against the wall, and they were sucking furiously on their dummies, making silly sissy squeaking sounds. Their frilly pink knickers lay in puddles at their feet. The twinsies were holding up their skirts to show hairless bottoms that were very red indeed.
Whenever they stood in the corner after their spankings, Petal and Poppet were supposed to think about how they could be better sissies. But today they were naughty. They were thinking instead (as punished sissies so often do), “It’s unfair! It is SO unfair! We always behave so well, but we get spanked just as hard.”
Then the twinsies had an especially naughty thought. Maybe, just maybe, they thought, they wouldn’t behave so well next time. After all, what did it matter if those dreadful boyfriends were going to be so nasty? Why don’t our Mummies protect us?
When they reported to their Mummies after corner time, the twinsies had nothing to say about how they could be better sissies. They mumbled and said they were sorry. They knew enough not to say their spankings were unfair, but any Mummy can see that truculent, “I’m-feeling-sorry-for- myself” look on a sissy’s face. The Mummies wanted sweet, smiling sissies after corner time. The Mummies were not pleased.
The Mummies sighed, realizing (as experienced Mummies to sissies everywhere do) that sissies can’t be expected to know what is good for them. “Silly, silly sissies,” the Mummies said. “You don’t seem grateful to our boyfriends for spanking you. You don’t even seem to LIKE our boyfriends. What ever shall we do?”
Four hours later the Mummies came home. The sissies were just where the Mummies had left them -- seated on their nice wide dildoes on chairs in front of their school desks, writing their lines, one thousand each. Perfect printing, with the off-hand. Hearts over the “i’s.” “How can ungrateful sissy twinsies learn to appreciate their Mummies’ boyfriends?” The twinsies sucked their dummies and wondered what the answer would be.
Normally, the Mummies put the sissies to bed, but because the sissies had been naughty, they had to do it themselves tonight,. They diapered each other and did up the little poppers of their sissy sleepers in back. As extra punishment, their Mummies made them slobber on their dummies and switch them. The twinsies didn’t like that at all.
When the twinsies were all tucked in, the Mummies gave them their baby bottles. The sissies knew they would be pee bottles tonight. The Mummies customarily made the sissies drink the Mummies’ pee when the sissies were very naughty. But tonight the bottles tasted different. This time they were filled with the boyfriends’ pee. The twinsies cried and gagged when their Mummies told them. The Mummies giggled. They jiggled the bottles, cooed to the sissies in baby talk, and made sure they drank every drop.
The next morning Petal and Poppet buttoned each other into their pinafores, curtseyed to each other, and shared a sweet sissy kiss. Then they sang their little song together: “We’re Petal and Poppet, silly sissy twinsies, we’re very well-behaved and neat as little pinsies.” Curtsey, kiss, curtsey, kiss.
Then, before they did their chores, the twinsies returned to their dildo-chaired desks, and wrote lovely little thank-you notes to the boyfriends. Perfect printing with the off-hand. Hearts over the “i’s.” When the notes were finished, the twinsies sucked their dummies contentedly and looked up at their Mummies with the adoring look of well-cared-for sissies. The Mummies smiled, took out their cellphones, and called their boyfriends.
