Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 19:42:05 -0700
From: bahee <bahee@telus.net>
Subject: Brianne Maid-in-Waiting

The walk home that night was painful. My arse was throbbing and my jeans
were skin tight. I tried to sneak into the house and make my way to my
room, but Murphy's Law being what it is, Mum was around and saw me come in.

"Oh, my god, Brianne, are you alright? You look terrible. What happened?
Are you hurt?"

"I'm OK Mum. It's just been one of those nights. I just want to go to
bed. Really, I'm fine."

They say everyone remembers their first time. Frankly, without the aid of
my journal I didn't remember my first fuck but that first discipline
session from Sue stays in my mind and body to this day. I don't need a
journal to remember that night. My arse still tingles at the thought of
it. There have been many sessions in the years since, both given and
received. I still "maid" for Sue on a regular basis and she "rents" me out
to her friends quite often. I've had several "maids" of my own. They're
quite useful for keeping the house in order. There have been one or two
which I've enjoyed training, but on the whole they are more trouble than
they are worth.

The next three days were peculiar. Sitting down was uncomfortable. My arse
turned several shades of black and yellow (why do we say black and blue
?). I wanted to run to Sue to tell her that I was ready but somehow I knew
that if I showed up before Friday it would all be over before it even
began. Inside I felt strangely calm but empty. It was if a great big load
of junk had been taken off me. Today I would probably talk about
redemption, atonement for sins, but the journals tell me that I was
struggling to find the words and concepts to describe my feelings. School
records tell me that my grades started improving, quite
dramatically. Others tell me I became very quite and calming.  My friends
found me much easier to deal with. My two really deep, meaningful and long
time friendships date from this time.

The rest of the week seemed to pass in slow motion. The redness of my arse
had gone by the following morning but the bruises showed up starkly. My bum
was sore and I was very careful when sitting. By the time Friday arrived my
bum felt as normal but looking in the mirror I could still see the
evidence. I had made up my mind, I really did want to be Sue's maid. I was
pretty sure I could do a good job and would not get too many
punishments. Then I would remember the feeling as Sue used her hand to
spank and stroke and that was pretty good.

Friday finally arrived and the day dragged. I was not paying too much
attention in class and got a few reprimands. It's a pity they don't have
spanking in school. My mind would wander and I would dream about being
called out in front of the class, bending over, panties pulled down and
getting six of the best from the teacher and then having to stand in front
of the class for the rest of the period with my skirt hiked up and showing
off a red arse as a reminder to the rest of what happened to naughty girls
and boys. It would never happen in today's world, but it would be a real
turn on.

School finally let out and I hurried home. A quick snack. I shampooed by
hair and then into the bath with my favourite oil. Get the razor - my legs
were showing a few hairs.  I had a chosen a party dress to wear, one that I
had worn before when Sue was over for supper and I remembered how much she
liked it. It was retro, in pale lilac. First a matching garter belt,
panties and padded bra. White stockings. It took forever to get the belt
clipped to the stockings. Normally it was just clip, clip, clip, but today
I seemed to have fifteen thumbs and no fingers, but I finally got them all
done up. Now for the petticoat.  I had several which I liked to wear when I
was feeling really, really girly. I chose one that had three layers of
frills. Now the dress. The bodice was snug and showed off my padded
figure. How I longed for my own breasts. The sleeves were short and
puffed. Now my hair and make-up. A pair of heels. A handbag - check, lip
gloss, cell phone, condom.  Finally a pair of white gloves with frilly
cuffs. I'm ready. As I went downstairs Jen came in.

"Looks like you're off to a fancy dress party."

"No, just over to Sue's for the evening. Mum knows I'm out."

"You've got to let me get a picture of this. Just hold on a minute."

Jen went to get the Polaroid and I posed for a couple of pictures. I found
those pictures tonight as I write. I looked like a 12 year old going on
30. I would just die if anyone I knew saw those photographs now. At the
time I felt I was the most gorgeous person alive and would simply wow
Sue. It was only 5.30 but I grabbed a jacket and headed off for Sue's
place. She'll be impressed to see how keen I am and how pretty I look.  As
I entered through the front door Sue came out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I thought ..."

"What time were you told to be here?"

"Six o'clock."

"Six o'clock who?"

"Six o'clock miss Sue."

"And what time is it now?"

"5.30, miss Sue."

"Right. Well get out of here and come back at the proper time. And this
time use the basement. Maids do not use the front door, ever. Got it?"

"Yes miss."

I headed for the front door. "Hey you, where do you think you're
going. What did I just tell you?"

"I'm sorry miss." I turned and headed for the basement. For the next half
hour I prowled round the neighbourhood. I received a few odd looks. It is
not often you see a young girl in a party outfit walking aimlessly around
by herself. Six o'clock eventually arrived and I head for the basement
entrance. Sue was waiting for me in the reception area. "So, you finally
made it for your interview?" I took a look at the clock on the wall. It was
one minute past six. "You are not being very impressive today. Early or
late but never on time. Is that how you intend to go on?"

"No miss. I'm sorry, I'll do better."

"Hmm. I doubt it. Tell me, why do you want to be a maid?'

"Because I would like to do things for you, to make you happy, to have you
proud of me."

The interview went on for about 30 minutes. Various rules and boundaries
were established. Today I would recognize it as the negotiation of a
contract. I learned one thing that day which has become, over the years, a
major item in my own negotiations with wannabe maids. With blind luck my
initial response hit the mark.  The best maids are those that want to make
the mistress feel good. The ones that first tell you what they want to do
or get just don't have the right attitude.

My training started that evening.

"Don't ever come to my house dressed in that ridiculous manner. When
reporting for training you'll wear sensible clothes, dressed for the
weather. You'll use the basement entrance where you'll immediately change
into your maid's uniform. For tonight you may use one out of my dress-up
wardrobe until we can get you a proper one made. Take off that silly dress
and then come to me."

Miss Sue went into the dungeon leaving me to struggle out of my dress and
petticoat.  By the time I joined her in the dungeon she had arranged a
large foot stool in the middle of the room.

"First we'll measure you for your own uniform. Take your panties off and
stand on the stool."

I obeyed as quickly as possible.

"Don't be a slob. Fold up your panties neatly. Take your shoes off as
well. Snap to it."

I was soon standing on the foot stool, feet slightly apart, hands behind my
neck. Miss Sue produced a pencil and paper and a cloth tape measure and
started taking my measurements. First she measured my waist. The tape
measure was replaced by a narrow belt. A second pencil was pushed into my
cunt. I could feel Miss Sue taking more measurements. From the pencil up my
crack to the belt. From the pencil by either side of my clitty to the
belt. From the pencil over the cheeks of my bum to the belt. I could not
imagine what these measurements had to do with a uniform. I found out about
five weeks later. After some more conventional measurements were taken I
was given a maid's dress for the wardrobe in the dungeon and told to put it
on.  Miss Sue picked out a pair of shoes that must have had at least a 4
inch heel.

The rest of the evening was spent learning to walk in my new high heels and
learning how to curtsey, how to greet a Mistress and her guests. All to
soon the lessons came to an end.

"Not too bad for a first session. However, your punctuality leaves a great
deal to be desired. Six with the cane should help you into better
habits. Get over there onto the spanking bench."

Oh Jesus. I knew what was coming. I should have been scared out of my mind
but my clitty was betraying what I was really feeling. I arranged myself on
the bench. Miss Sue adjusted the wrist and ankle cuffs. She left my line of
sight for a few moments to reappear in front of me wearing a strap-on
dildo. I couldn't stop myself. At the sight of that lovely penis I started
to lick my lips.

"Like that, don't you slut."

"Oh yes, Miss Sue"

"I'm going to fuck you, but I like to see a nice red arse when I'm
fucking."

I felt her hand running over my bum. Then the spanking started. Gentle at
first, then gradually harder and harder until the blows were really
stinging and I could feel my bum getting hot. Then that big strap-on was
dangling in front of my face. I watched as Miss Sue rolled a condom over
the end.

"Time for my fuck. Get it good and slippery." as she pushed the cock into
my mouth.  I sucked and licked all the time wishing it was a real, live,
man's cock. The cock was withdrawn. I felt some cream being applied to my
cunt. I felt the tip of the cock pressing against my boy-cunt. I tried to
push against it, to get it inside me, but I was tied down to tightly. Miss
Sue was in complete control. She pushed in a little bit and withdrew.  A
hand caressed my bum. A stinging slap and wow, that cock was right inside
me. She fucked me for what seemed like forever. The one advantage of a
strap-on is stamina.  She withdrew at last, came round to the other end of
the bench and presented my other cunt with a cock to lick clean of my
boy-cunt juice. The cock was removed to be replaced in my view with a long,
thin stick.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No Miss Sue."

"It's a cane. It used to be used to discipline naughty boys and
girls. Unfortunately it is no longer used in school, but I use it here. You
have six strokes due to you tonight.  Do you remember the procedure?"

"Yes. Please Miss Sue, may I receive my punishment?"  Boy, this was going
to be a doddle. A thin stick instead of that big paddle. There was a
swish. "Ouch. One. Thank you Miss Sue, may I have another."

I knew what was coming but I never imagined that seven strokes of a cane
could hurt so much. I managed to keep count, but I was crying by the time
Miss Sue had finished.  Sue unbuckled the cuffs and helped me up from the
bench.

"I think it is time that my little princess came upstairs to see her aunt
Sue. Come on, let's get cleaned up and dressed again."

Sue helped me out of the maid's uniform and into my party clothes. We went
upstairs where I surprised to see Sam. I've no idea when she had come home,
or even if she had been in all evening. I cuddled up to Sue on the
chesterfield.

"Sam darling, will you be a dear and make us some hot chocolate. Brianne
has had a hard evening and needs a bit of comfort before she goes home."

We cuddled for about 15 or 20 minutes, sipping hot chocolate and
talking. Sue really did like me dressed in my party dress, her princess she
called me. We decided, though, that it was not the dress for "maid"
evenings.

Fast forward a couple of months - just after my fifteenth birthday. Maid
training was progressing well. I was becoming fairly competent, even if I
say so myself. My bum had more or less permanent marks though sometimes I
was deliberately doing something naughty just to make sure I got a good
beating before going home. I still cried at every session, they really hurt
but I wanted them. The best evening of all would be when Sue would say
there was no punishment, she just felt like giving me a good paddling.

Anyway, on with my story. Sue was planning a supper party for a couple of
her friends.  One of her clients was a maid but he was also a very good
cook. He was going to prepare the supper for Sue. She wanted a maid to
receive the guests and serve the meal. She told me that my training had
progressed to the point where she was going to use me to serve her friends
that night. I felt so proud.

When the big night finally arrived I was more than a little nervous. I had
spent a lot of time over my uniform. Mum had helped me with the net
crinoline showing me how to use a little starch to make it nice and
crisp. I must have ironed my apron half a dozen times. There was going to
be no creases in it. I was over at Sue's early to make sure everything was
ready. The dinning table was set formally for four. I polished and
repolished the wine glasses. Adjusted and readjusted the silverware. When
the doorbell rang I was all aflutter as I answered it, letting the ladies
in, dropping a perfect curtsey to each of them.

As the evening progressed I became more confident that I was not letting
down Miss Sue. I served the ladies wine and hors d'oeuvres. The cook
prepared the dishes as I served them. There were a couple of little
miscues, wine dripped onto the table, an attempt to remove a plate too
quickly, but nothing really serious.

At the end of the meal I served coffee and liqueurs. The cook and I were
called in to the living room. He was complimented by everyone on the meal
and promised a reward. When it came to my turn everyone seemed to have a
long list of all the things I had done incorrectly. I began to feel that
the evening was going to end with a warm bum for me. The cook was ordered
to take his panties off and to lift up his skirt.  I was surprised to see
that his cock was encased in a plastic cage. Miss Sue produced a key and
released a small padlock on the cage. He was told he could release himself
and he removed the cage. He stood there holding up his skirt and his cock
slowly stiffened. I was then told to take off my panties and hold up my
skirt.  I did so and the were ohs and ahs. I was wearing my Access Denied
chastity belt, as I had been all week. The ladies had never seen one in use
so I subject to close scrutiny. Miss Sue used another key to release the
guard that covered my cunt. I was told to take off my dress. I did so. The
cook was then told his reward for a good meal was the maid, me. He could do
what he wanted. My mouth, my cunt my arse were his. Only my clitty would
not be released. He took off his dress so everyone could see his hard
cock. He called me over to kneel in front of him. Without prompting I took
his cock into my mouth. I fondled his balls. It was the first time I had
performed in public but I soon forgot that anyone was watching. I was
hungry for cock. I suspect he also had been in chastity for some time for
he very quickly
 he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, savouring each
drop. Oh it tasted so good. His cock started to soften in my mouth. I
continued to suck on it, to lick up and down his shaft. In turn, I took
each one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. I slid my hand up
the inside of his thigh and found his man-cunt.  First one, then two, then
three fingers slid into him. His cock was getting hard again.

"Turn over bitch, I want your cunt."

Quickly I took my hand out of his cunt, my mouth from his cock, and got on
all fours with my boy-cunt high in the air for him. He mounted me ramming
his cock deep into my cunt. He was thrusting deeply, in and out. I
squirmed, wiggled my arse and cried out. Some of it was play acting for my
audience, but most of it was real.  I was determined to put on a good show
for Sue. She was going to be proud of me. All too son he came a second
time, deep in my cunt. He withdrew his cock only to replace it with a butt
plug. The anal plate was clipped into place and locked. I was presented
with his cock to lick clean. I licked up ever trace of his cum and my own
boy-cunt juices.

Then came my reward. I was ordered do lie down on my back. The cook was
told to squat over my head with his man-cunt over my mouth. My legs were
lifted up in the air and the cook held them up as each of the ladies took
turn to paddle my exposed arse.  I wriggled but was held firm by the
cook. I tried to cry out but his hot man-cunt was pressed into my mouth. I
was torn between wanting to yell as the spanking progressed and wanting to
suck on that beautiful cunt. By the time the last spank was delivered there
was no conflict. All I wanted was to cry and to yell, scream. My arse was
sore.

We were told to clean up the kitchen and then report back. We both went to
pick up our dresses and were quickly told to leave them alone. As we did
our work I could not help but steal several looks at his cock in its
plastic cage. I could see he was very interested in my chastity belt,
occasionally brushing against it. We both knew better than to talk while we
were working. With the kitchen cleaned up we reported back to the
ladies. We were told to pick up our clothes and were dismissed for the rest
of the evening.

Down in the basement as were dressing to leave he told me I was a pretty
good cock- sucker. I looked longingly at his cage but all I cold do was to
kiss his balls one more time. I told him I had enjoyed the feel of his cock
in my cunt. He couldn't do anything more about that, we were both locked up
solid. We dressed, packed up our maid's uniforms and left. As we said good
night on the sidewalk, he gave me a big hug and kissed me full on the lips.

"Thanks for a great evening. I could really fall for you if you weren't
jail bait. We may see each other around at other parties. Bye."