... Sally's house. Isabel had the control in her hand and headed out the front door with you close in tow. She manipulated the controls rather clumsily at first, but then got better at it as you made it first one house, then another. You realized how slowly you were walking and how long it was taking just to go a few houses.
"Please Isabel! I can't let my friends see me like this."
"Well", she said, "If I turn this thing off, will you promise to walk by yourself and keep up?"
"Yes", you say. "Anything!"
Isabel turned off the control and you immediately felt your body relax, You thought about heading back home and then realized that your sister wasn't going to let that go unpunished. Beaten, you start walking behind her and the two of you made it to Sally's house. Fortunately, it didn't take very long and no one saw you.
Isabel rang the door bell but Sally opened a split second later. The chip has tracking hardware in it and she knew you were coming over. "Well, hi cutie!" she cooed, before starting to laugh. Isabel joined in and the two of them has a giggling fit. "I was going to ask how it went this morning Iz, but I see the chip worked!"
"Yes, in spite of his being uncooperative."
Sally looked at you. "Uncooperative? Oh, how so?"
"He didn't want to put on the clothes at first. Especially the spankies."
You interrupt. "Those spankies don't work. They're too small, and..."
"They dont work? Too small?" Sally asked. "I picked those out for you myself. Come in and let's have a look."
Isabel giggled, hit the controls and you saw your feet step into Sally's house. You headed down into the basement - even though you have never been there, it was is your feet knew how to find it on their own.
"Okay, let's see what's wrong with those spankies. Lift up your skirt!"
"No!" you hear yourself say, but then your arms went straight out to the side. Sally took the front and back of your skirt and held them up. "Isabel?" she asked? Isabel nodded, hit a button and your hands took the skirt from Sally and held it up.
"I have an idea", said Sally. I'll be right back. You glare at her as she walks off, leaving you with Isabel. She's grinning from ear to ear as you stand in the middle of the room holding up your cheerleader skirt and showing off your panties. You're noticing your surroundings now. The room is beeping and whirring with all sorts of test equipment and inventions.
Sally returns. She's holding an odd looking robotic device and a paddle. "Umm, what are you doing?" you ask, as she slowly circles around you.
"Testing." she said. She stops to one side behind you and smacks your bottom with the paddle.
"OWWW!"
"Isabel, did you see that? Let's try that again." said Sally, and smacked your bottom several more times. Unable to move, you simply held up the skirt (under Isabel's control) while the 9 year-old girl paddled your pantied bottom. Finally, she stopped. "See Chris? I think the spankies work just fine. I was able to spank you with no problem." She started laughing and Isabel joined in. Sally put her hand on your butt to feel the warmth and one of them, you're not sure who, pulled down the back of your panties a bit to see how red you were.
"Okay, I have a little accessory for the outfit that I think you'll like" said Sally. She took an armature out of a box, fitted it around your waist and adjusted it carefully. "Okay Isabel, you can let him go."
Isabel adjusted the buttons and you felt control return to your arms. You immediately let go of the skirt and smooth it down - as if you were covering something the girls hadn't already seen. Sally whispered something to Isabel who then pushed another button. The robotic armature that Sally had locked around your waist was a skirt lifter, and at a touch of a button would flip up your skirt, front or back. Isabel flipped up the back and when you reached around to push it down, she flipped up the front. Sally was very pleased with her invention and Isabel couldn't stop laughing.
"You know who would think this is hysterical?" asked Isabel.
"Who?" said Sally.
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