When i lived in with my Mistress J., on the days i wasn't working at my day job
i worked around the house as Her maid,often complete with wig, heels,
petticoats, frilly panties and make-up. One morning i served Her breakfast in
bed and helped Her get ready before She went to work. i had displeased Her the
day before and She had promised me a punishment this morning.
She led me into Her office by the ear and bent me
across Her desk for a disciplinary caning. Holding my skirts up daintily, i
danced and squealed through all twelve strokes (six on my panties, six with just
the back of my panties pulled down).
By the last stroke my bottom was on fire and tears were running freely down my cheeks. i could feel the fiery welts throbbing as She stroked my humiliated bottom.
She told me to stay in position over the
desk, then briefly left the room and returned moments later with a tube of lube
and Her favourite strap-on. She removed Her skirt and jacket, stepped into Her
strap-on and slowly but firmly penetrated my reddened bottom. Whipping me always
turned Her on and She gave me a good hard fucking. i squealed and moaned gurlishly,
pumping my eager bottom frantically until finally She came with Her 'cock'
deeply buried in my 'pussy'.
Because i had been such a good gurl, wiggling and
pumping my bottom eagerly for Her, She said i deserved a reward. She reached
around me and started to stroke my clittie through the satin of my panties as
She pumped my 'pussy' vigorously. Of course i soon came in my panties, soaking
them with my gurl-juice.
After She had come a second time, She pulled out and pulled my panties up tight,
slapped my bottom and told me to get to work. She emphasized that i was to wear
my maid's outfit all day and that i wasn't to change or clean-up my panti
cleaned and cooked all day completely 'enfemme' and i loved it even though i had
already come. i felt so feminine and gurly with my petticoats rustling and my
stockings rubbing together. And of course, my damp panties and sore bottom
reminded me how gurly i really was. It was such a warm, submissive feeling to be
so feminine- this was my place and i loved it on a non-erotic level as well. i
knew i was safe, loved and appreciated as Her gurl. .
