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My Punishment
By Satinmaid ([email protected])
Mistress Lisa had cause to punish me recently. I have been living as her woman
for the past six years and since that day six years ago when she sprung this on
me, I have been utterly forbidden from wearing any form of trousers whatsoever.
I am not allowed to wear women's slacks, hotpants, girl's shorts, clam diggers,
leggings, skorts or even women's pyjamas. Obviously I am also not allowed boxer
shorts, as I am forbidden from ANY male clothing but I am also not allowed
French-cut knickers as they are too similar to boxers.
As far as Mistress Lisa was concerned I had not worn any item of male clothing
or anything resembling trousers for six years. She was very clear about the fact
that I was to only wear skirts or dresses.
I have occasionally worn Mistress Lisa's frilly pink satin pyjama trousers when
she has been out. I knew I was not allowed to and that I would be seriously
punished if I did so. I suppose I tried to tell myself that wearing such feminine
pyjama trousers was not too bad but I made extra sure she never found out because
deep down I knew she would be really angry.
Mistress Lisa came back early one day when her Jiu Jitsu class was cancelled to
find me at the computer in her pyjama trousers and with the housework not quite
finished. I was chatting to someone on the web which I am allowed to do only if
the housework and my other chores are all done.
Mistress Lisa took over at the keyboard and asked the woman I was talking
to how she thought I should be punished for my terrible disobedience.
The first stage of my punishment was to get changed into my maid nightie, a very
full skirted nightdress made of black satin. It has spaghetti straps and is low
cut and extremely short. I wear it with a snow-white satin and lace apron when
Mistress Lisa wants me as her maid in bed. I wear the nightie with matching black
satin panties.
I had to stand behind her, brushing her hair as she discussed my punishment with
someone online. I could tell she was absolutely furious so I kept my mouth shut
even when I saw some of the suggestions put forward and the ones Mistress Lisa
seemed to be interested in. Eventually she made her decision and logged off. She
took me into the bedroom and I had to undress her and dress her for bed. She wore
a long heavy silk nightdress.
Before bed she put me over her lap, tied my wrists tightly behind my back with my
apron strings and spanked me with her hand. She lifted the short skirt of my nightie
up and spanked me through my panties. I knew I had been naughty and deserved it but
she spanked me so hard that I had to wriggle and plead for mercy. This just annoyed
her more and so she spanked me until I was crying and promising never to wear any
trousers ever again. She carried on spanking me for a while after I started crying
as I had previously promised only to wear skirts and dresses and had obviously
disobeyed her.
The next day, my punishment continued. I occasionally act as Mistress Lisa's
secretary at the office. None of the girls there know I am male - they think
Mistress Lisa and I are lesbians. Mistress Lisa enjoys having me there as her
personal secretary sometimes, making me perch on her desk in short skirts while
she works or dictates to me. She also likes making me bend down to get files out of
the filing cabinet. I am not allowed to bend my knees when I do this as she likes
watching me from behind when I bend right over in a short skirt.
The day after she caught me in her pyjamas she decided that I would come to work
with her wearing my shortest 'Ally McBeal' skirt which always makes me feel like
tugging at the hemline all day, trying not to let my knickers show. Fortunately she
doesn't make me wear tight skirts (for obvious reasons!) but this time she did, the
skirt was so tight that if it had been much longer I don't think I would have been
able to walk in it. She let me wear a long white cotton blouse which covered up the
rather unfeminine bulge in the front of the skirt.
Don't think that the blouse was any less embarrassing than the skirt though, it was
thin white cotton with lace sleeves and a plunge neckline. Mistress Lisa had me wear
a black bra underneath it which could be seen clearly through the thin material. I had
sheer pantyhose (7 denier) under my tight maroon skirt and three inch heeled black court
shoes.
I spent all day perched on her desk, bending down to get things and generally being a
tart for her amusement. I had to change into my maid dress as soon as we got home and
serve her dinner as usual.
The next stage of my punishment was that suggested by the lady Mistress Lisa
asked on-line. It was on Saturday night. Mistress Lisa laid out the clothes I was to
wear to go out dancing. I had been in the shower and when I went back into the bedroom
my clothes were laid out on the bed for me. There was a scarlet satin bra and pantie set.
It was a push-up bra to give me more cleavage. There was a leather patchwork mini skirt
(black), a pair of leather knee-length boots, black lace top hold-up stockings and a red
satin blouse. Mistress Lisa had also left out makeup and jewellery. Scarlet lipstick and
nail varnish and large silver hoop earrings and two red satin scrunchies for my hair.
I painted my nails first, as my toenails would need to dry before I would be able
to put the stockings on. When they were dry I put on the bra, panties and pulled
the stockings up my legs. I tugged the short skirt up round my hips and zipped myself
into it. The tops of the stockings were about an inch below the hem of the skirt.
I sat down to do my makeup, gave myself a squirt of body spray (Impulse Hint of Musk -
Mistress Lisa loves it on me) and put my earrings in. I wasn't sure what Mistress Lisa
had intended me to do with my hair. She had left me two hairbands so I used them to put
it in bunches, one on each side of my head.
Next I put on the blouse. It was very heavy satin, sort of midway between a blouse and
a light jacket if you know what I mean, it was made of scarlet satin but designed like
a denim jacket. It was fitted and cropped so my midriff showed. The top button barely
covered my bra and the tops of my breasts showed. I slid my feet into the boots and
zipped them up then went to show Mistress Lisa how I looked to check if she approved.
She did, she made me stand there as she walked round me, inspecting the outfit she had
chosen for my punishment. Satisfied she made me come back to the bedroom and help her
dress for our night out. She wore a dark green satin thong and a tight velvet mini dress
also in dark green (green goes wonderfully with her beautiful hair). She didn't wear a
bra or hose. Just slipped on a pair of black knee boots similar to mine.
By now Mistress Lisa was getting turned on at the thought of my punishment and made me
sit on her lap. She had her hand up my skirt and made me kiss her until our friends
arrived to give us a lift to the club. The two women who turned up know about me. They
are Mistress Lisa's best friends and have known me since before she started seriously to
feminise me. Both of them encouraged her and helped when necessary. One of them seems to
delight in my embarrassment in some types of clothes and the other is really sweet about
it and always compliments me on my femininity.
On the way there, Mistress Lisa was telling them about what I had done and how she
intended to punish me for it. Both of them disapproved of my actions and said that
I was lucky just to be punished instead of having Mistress Lisa leave me for betraying
her by wearing trousers. I was forced to agree. I do not like being dressed in tarty
clothes or being forced to live as a woman but I have got used to it and if the alternative
is to lose Mistress Lisa then I will wear what she tells me to.
I began to realise that I had betrayed her, lied to her and that I was probably getting off
lightly. Mistress Lisa puts up with a lot from me sometimes but loves me anyway. I know
I'm lucky, even if I have been forced into living as a woman.
The club we went to is in London. It is mostly lesbians there but other groups of women
use it, often for hen nights or whatever for a laugh, you don't see many men in there.
Mistress Lisa and her two friends kept feeding me drinks until I was feeling fairly drunk.
Mistress Lisa dragged me onto the floor to dance with her. She waited until a fairly slow
track came on then she informed me it was time for my punishment. I begged her not to make
me do this but she just laughed and told me that if I couldn't obey her then I was going
to be punished. I promised that I would never disobey her again, begged her to believe me
when I said that I would never wear trousers ever again but her mind was set.
"I already agreed to let you keep your skirt on," she said, "But I could always
change my mind."
She had told me I could keep my skirt on only because she doesn't really want
anyone knowing that I'm male - which would have been kind of obvious if I removed my
skirt and stood there in my panties.
My punishment was to dance in front of her. I would dance sexily and gradually remove
my blouse and bra to dance for her. I was to do this in the middle of the dance floor
and if I didn't turn her on I would be brought back next week to try again.
Blushing, I brushed my hair out of my face and began to gyrate in front of her,
running my hands up and down the sides of my body through the blouse and skirt.
I pressed my body close to her, grabbing her wrist and sliding her hand up my body
to my breast. Other people on the dance floor were watching, not because we were
two women dancing together (which is a common sight there) but because I was so
obviously trying to be sexy.
Mistress Lisa had a huge grin on her face as she watched her girly husband dancing
for her in his sexy skirt and blouse. She made unbuttoning motions and with my face
burning I began to unbutton the blouse as I danced. I unbuttoned it slowly, putting
off the moment as long as possible but eventually had all the buttons undone. The
sides of the blouse fell away to reveal my scarlet satin bra with its lace trim.
Mistress Lisa crooked her finger at me and I danced closer, letting her slide the
blouse off my shoulders. She took it from me and put it on over her green dress,
leaving the buttons undone. She looked beautiful as usual and the blouse looked
like a jacket over her dress and the red satin complemented the green velvet perfectly.
I was dancing close to her, holding my hands behind my back and pressing my
breasts against her body. She swept my hair away and kissed me on the lips, squeezing
my breast. I put my arms around her but she pushed me away, realising that I was
stalling again. She caressed my shoulder then hooked her finger under one of my bra
straps and slid it down over my shoulder.
Still trying to dance sexily to turn her on I slid my other bra strap slowly down
over my shoulder. I crossed my arms, palms covering my breasts with the bra cups
barely in place. Mistress Lisa mimed puling the bra cups down and I obeyed, letting
first one then the other drop to expose my breasts.
Mistress Lisa beckoned me close again and put her arm round me, squeezing my bum
through the skirt and fondling my exposed nipple, making them both hard. Her hand
slid up my back to undo my bra strap but I pulled away. Mistress Lisa looked angry
and I realised that I had annoyed her by panicking at the thought of my bra being
removed. Instead I carried on dancing and reached behind my back to undo my own bra
strap, turning away from her as I did so and letting her grab the bra off me as I
turned back with it undone completely.
I was now totally topless! I was in the middle of the dance floor dancing topless
for Mistress Lisa in my mini skirt, boots and sexy stockings. I was so embarrassed,
everyone was looking at me (but fortunately not staring as skimpily clad or topless
women were another reasonably common sight).
When the song finished, I quickly put my hands over my breasts to cover them.
Mistress Lisa was staring lustfully at me. She had my bra in her hands and made
no move to give it back to me. Instead she hooked her finger in the front of my
skirt and dragged me back to the table. I still had my hands on my breasts covering
them. Our two friends were laughing and clapping as she brought me back to the table.
Other people we passed blew wolf-whistles or cheered.
Mistress Lisa sat down and pulled me onto her lap. She grabbed my face and kissed me
roughly, taking one of my arms and putting it round her and sliding one of her hands
up onto my breast. She was obviously turned on (which she proved when we got home) but
that wasn't the only condition for ending my punishment. She decided to keep my blouse
on for the rest of the evening but let me have my bra back.
She made me write this report on my punishment. Part of my punishment is that I have to
publish this on my webpage and also on Fictionmania (www.fictionmania.tv).
Mistress Lisa has asked the woman who helped decide my punishment to email her with
their comments on my little punishment essay. If I have not done well enough I will
have to dance for her again and write another essay until I get it right
She also wants to know what others think. If you think I am not remorseful enough
or that I have not taken enough care with my description, Mistress Lisa wants you
to email her and tell her what you think and if I should be punished further. Please
believe me that I will never disobey Mistress Lisa again and that I promise never to
wear trousers or anything like them ever again. I promise to only wear skirts or dresses
for the rest of my life in accordance with Mistress Lisa's rules. I hope you believe me
and will not suggest further punishment.
Mahreea Simmonds (Satinmaid)
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