I arranged everything perfectly. First I locked the door and pocketed the key. I positioned my chair directly in front of the mirror. I placed a stool next to the chair. On top of the stool I placed a hair-brush with a hard back; a short black strap, and a wide wooden paddle. Richard watched me with a frown on his face. I sat myself down and tugged at my skirts. Richard's eyes were drawn to my stocking tops. I wear old-fashioned nylons, fifteen denier stockings with a thick seam. The wide white suspenders of my girdle were clearly visible. I pointed to my lap saying, "Come. Bend over my lap."

Richard shook his head and backed away. But we both knew he wasn't going anywhere. Not dressed as he was. In a girls blouse!

"That blouse is creased!" I told him sharply. "And I warned you what would happen. Now I'm going to spank you."

My words hung in the air. Richard paled. He looked down and stroked the front of his petal blue blouse; a simple garment made of sheer silk. "I'm sorry," he stammered, "do you want me to change?"

I shook my head, "It's too late for apologies. I'm going to punish you!"

Our eyes locked. But not for long. My husband lowered his eyes. "I won't do it," he muttered, "I've done everything you asked of me. I wear your clothes. I do the housework. But this...this is going too far."

I waited patiently for him to look at me. And when our eyes met I said, "Open your blouse."

Richard looked flustered, but he immediately reached for the top button of his pretty girlish blouse. It is an exceptionally pretty garment; made of the filmiest blue silk with capped sleeves and tiny crystal buttons. I watched with a mounting excitement as he unbuttoned himself. He parted the sheer silk material to reveal his gorgeous blue and white brassiere; an old-fashioned full-cup creation that emphasised his small but very real breasts. The carefully pre-shaped and lace-covered cups, the lightly boned sidebands and the wide-set shoulders straps all combined to enhance what nature had already provided. The shimmering white satin cups were overlaid with the softest, palest blue lace. It was eminently practical and yet undeniably pretty. As we both stared at his undeniably FEMALE chest Richard's face went a deep pink. Almost as pink as his painted lips! I saw his eyes fill with tears.

"Do you remember what I told you the first time I bought you a bra?" I asked, my voice thick with excitement. "I told you it was a symbol. You agreed to wear a bra as a symbol of your status. This punishment is also a symbol. It will symbolise our new relationship. I....am the giver of pain, YOU... are the recipient."

He bit his lip and then asked, "But why a spanking...surely you can think of some other suitable punishment..its so..so degrading!" He whined. Then he shook his head firmly. "I won't do it!"

I sighed, "I could FORCE you to bend over my lap. I'm bigger, and stronger that you...but that would be counter productive. I didn't FORCE you to wear a bra. You agreed because you knew it was inevitable. And you will accept my punishment for exactly the same reason. Now....remove your skirt ... and lie on my lap."

For what seemed an age he simply stood there. I said nothing. And the tension became unbearable..until he whimpered, "Where is all this leading to Sally? What do you WANT?"

Tears rolled down his powdered cheeks. I almost felt sorry for him. I leaned forward saying, "You KNOW what I want. I want a WIFE. And YOU will be my wife. But it all takes time. You have a lot to learn about being a woman. This moment is very important...after I've spanked you..after you have ACCEPTED my spanking, we'll both be different. You will never feel like a husband again. You'll be my wife! Now....step out of that very smart skirt..and lie on my lap!"

Our eyes met. And locked. As I saw him crumble I felt almost faint with excitement. My husband licked hi soft pink lips and walked slowly towards me. I had won!

He was in a bit of a dither, perhaps he sensed my excitement. I held my breath as Richard unzipped the side of his skirt; he was wearing a smart pencil skirt made of sleek white nylon. I sighed as he allowed it whispered down over his smooth blue half slip. Richard stepped out of his skirt and moved even closer to my side. My hand absently caressed the shimmering satin skirt of his slip. It was a calf length creation with just a hint of white lace at the hem and a kick pleat at the back. The slim sheath of candy-blue satin emphasised his wide womanly hips and full round buttocks. I run my palms up and down....caressing him through the filmy garment...exciting him. SHAMING him. My hands and fingers implied ownership.

Our eyes met...and he saw the glitter in my eye. His face went a bright pink. He knew I wanted him. He KNEW I was going to make love to him!!

"And your slip!" I whispered thickly, "Take it off!"

And he meekly obeyed, he dipped his fingers inside the elasticated waistband of his shiny satin slip. I bit my lip as it slid down to join his skirt. He was wearing a pair of old fashioned high-waisted panties; filmy white nylon trimmed with candy-blue lace and decorated with ribbon inserts. The panties were sheer and I could see the faint outline of his lycra and satin girdle. A blue and white girdle that perfectly matched his long-line bra. White lycra sidebanding with blue satin panels that were prettily decorated with delicate blue lace. Bright blue ribbon had been sewn into a bow in the middle of its waistband and its six wide metalled suspenders were covered in the same shiny ribbon. His stockings were made of sheer white nylon. And his shoes were blue court shoes with a three inch heel.

He looked so VULNERABLE, so helpless and girlish. Wearing nothing but his sexy underwear, standing uncertainly on high heeled court shoes, Richard waited nervously for my next command.

THIS is what I love...his meekness; his total submissive desire to please! And my POWER!

"Pull your panties down...just as far as your knees," I told him, "I want you to clamp your thighs together so that the panties stay just above the knee...understand?"

Tears roiled down his face. He sniffed and nodded. I watched with a throat-choking excitement as my husband pushed his blue and white panties down over his wide womanly hips...to hold them with his knees! He was sobbing uncontrollably now. But I was far to aroused to care. In fact hi shame and embarrassment THRILLED me in some bizarre fashion.

"Now...lie over my lap."

And he obeyed. My feminized husband leaned forward awkwardly arranging himself over my thighs. It felt WONDERFUL. I made a mental note to have my mother here next time. Now THAT would be fun!

I wrapped my left arm around Richard's trim girlish waist. He shivered as I caress his naked thighs and buttocks. I picked up the hardback hairbrush. A pretty thing made of enamel. Hard..and very heavy. I take a deep breath and say softly, "Look up darling...I want you to watch what happens..in the mirror."

I stared at our reflection; I saw Richard's tear-streaked face look up in shocked surprise. I saw a woman holding a feminized male..I saw a man holding his knees together like a terrified virgin; I saw virginal white panties locked between his pale thighs. I saw a bare rump. And I spanked him. I brought the brush down with a sharp, vicious swipe! SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

My husband wriggled and squealed..and watched himself in the mirror. I held him tight and used my bare hand. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Somehow this is more satisfying than the brush. SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Richard can only sob, and watch. Life will never be the same..for either of us!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

After almost half and hour my hand is sore and my limbs ache. I reluctantly released him. We were both strangely silent. Remembering the supposed reason for his punishment I pointed to the ironing table. With a sniff Richard picked up his creased blouse...and begins to iron! Richard is good at ironing; he is a perfect housewife. He slides his iron easily over his pretty silk blouse. I stood behind him. I reached round his slim frame..to slide my hands over his lace-covered bra. He sighed softly..and froze. I moved my palms higher..the bra cups were cunningly underwired, they shoved his small breasts upwards...and I gently cupped and the squeezed his firm girlish mounds. "Forget the ironing darling," I whispered, "I want you in your Punishment Outfit."

He stiffened under my hands. But we both knew he had no choice. "Yes Mistress." He answered.

I grinned and patted his buttocks, through his girdle. "Then hurry!"

And my she-male housewife scurried away. To change.

I undressed in the lounge. I drew the curtains..and sat down to wait.

When he walked in the door I gasped. He was SO pretty. He was wearing a very special frock. A short flared satin creation that came to mid thigh. It was white with pink piping all around its neck and sleeves. A long row of white buttons held it together. He stood awkwardly on six inch stiletto heels. Pink patent leather shoes with tight ankle straps that bit deep into his shapely ankles.

But it was his pinny that made him blush!

A tiny heart-shaped tea-apron made of a wisp of frothy pink lace. A ridiculous maids pinny..and he was holding its edges with the thumb and forefinger of each hand. And his face was on fire!

I nodded silently..and the show began.

Richard took a deep breath, and then whispered, "Naughty Richard is ready for his spanking Mistress."

And he curtsied!

Yes. He bobbed his pretty head; he bent at the knee and pulled the skirt of his apron tight. Our eyes met..and I saw the first glimmer of tears in his eyes. How he hated these sessions! How I LOVED them!

I tried to keep my voice steady saying, "Very good pretty maid. You may continue!"

Richard bit down on his painted lower lip. And he untied his pink tea-apron. Then his trembling fingers unbuttoned his white satin frock.

I sat and stared; I was mesmerised by the sight of this handsome youth, who was prepared to humiliate himself in this way..for me!

He was wearing a sheer silk chiffon petticoat. A tailored opera top full slip that failed to hide his old-fashioned high-waist panties. The slip was a very pale pink; his panties were snow-white. The shimmering white frock slid easily from his shoulders..and as it fell to the floor I said, "Bend over!"

And Richard obeyed! He leaned over exposing his delicious female flanks. The hem of his ultra short slip was dragged upwards..and the material of his shiny white satin panties were stretched taut over his truly marvellous bottom!

I stood up and slowly walked towards him. This was the bit I enjoyed most; watching his fear and shame. I took hold of the lace trimmed skirt of his petticoat, I lifted it higher and whispered, "Hold it!"

Richard reached behind himself to hold the skirt away from his rump. I swallowed painfully. It was a stunning sight. Tight stretched satin over hard round girlish buttocks. I caressed him through the heavy white satin. I closed my eyes and ran my palms all over his flanks. Then, slowly, teasingly, I tugged at those beautiful satin panties. I dragged them down..down to his knees. And the pain began!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

RETURN TO MAID IN ENGLAND!