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By Missi Jackson 1. The Weekend Continues As I heard Miss Emily's car pull out of the garage and the door close, I looked around the kitchen. 'Well,' I thought, 'at least this room is clean.' I decided to start with the master bedroom before I attended to the laundry. Entering the bedroom. I saw the alarm clock read noon. I had three hours to get all the chores done! I stripped the linens off the bed, and for good measure added Miss Emily's pajamas to the pile. For some reason, I thought that if she wanted the bed changed she would want her night clothes laundered, too. I saw she had left a fresh set of linens out. I made the bed, careful to make sure the sheets and blanket were tucked tight and the comforter was smooth. I fluffed the pillows and headed back to the laundry room with yet another load to add to my work As I busied myself folding laundry, my mind turned to the events of the past 24 hours. Not even 24 hours! And so much had happened. I had never really thought of myself as submissive. At least not in this way. I always had an urge to please my wife. And she had always been appreciative. Obviously, this was quite different. Her authoritative manner had triggered something inside of me. It reminded me of those movies where some kid joins the Marines and encounters a tough drill instructor. Despite the rough treatment, he can't help but try to please his superior. Superior? That was the word Miss Emily had used to describe her relationship to me. Was this her fantasy? To act like a drill instructor? My mind swirled at the thought. The bell on the dryer went off indicating the next load was dry and bringing me back to reality. After stopping in the kitchen to get a glass of ice water I took the folded laundry upstairs and carefully put it away. Putting away some of my clothes made me sigh. As I looked in my closet the reality of my weekend as a maid seemed to hit home even more. On Monday morning, I'd be back to jeans and a comfortable shirt. My stomach growled but I decided to clean her bathroom before I ate lunch. I filled the bucket with warm, soapy water and took the small brush upstairs. Entering the bathroom, I gathered up the wet towels Miss Emily had used and put them in the hamper. Another load. Groan. Just as I was about to start scrubbing, I thought of Miss Emily's anger at my appearance after I had slaved over the kitchen floor. I went to my room and changed into the dirty uniform. This way I figured I could change back to the clean uniform after I was finished cleaning. As I headed to the bathroom, I found myself smiling. I realized I was pleased with myself for thinking of this. I was hoping she would be pleased, too. As I entered the bathroom, I decided to start with the shower and toilet and save the floor the floor for last. The thought of getting on my knees to scrub the floor reminded me of my aching knees and back. I spent about 20 minutes scrubbing the shower walls and tub. I tried to be meticulous as I remembered Miss Emily's tepid reaction to my work on the kitchen floor. After finishing the tub, I moved on to the toilet and then the sink and vanity. I worked hard to make sure everything sparkled. Then it was on to the floor (literally!!). I spent a half hour scrubbing and rescrubbing each section. Finally I felt like there was no more I could do. I looked at the floor from the doorway and thought I had done a good job and that Miss Emily would be pleased. I felt my stomach growling and headed to the kitchen for my lunch. I ate a small sandwich of lettuce tomato and mayonnaise that Miss Emily had left in the refrigerator. It felt good to get off my feet and I slipped my shoes of for a few minutes. Looking at the clock I saw it was almost 2 o'clock. I realized I had better attend to the laundry right away if I wanted to finish before Miss Emily came home. As I put the sheets and her pajamas in the dryer I realized that I had better get out the ironing board. A few of Miss Emily's blouses were going to need it. I had been raised by my mother and my sister and they had insisted I learn housekeeping skills, so this task was not new to me. Fortunately, Miss Emily sent most of her good clothes to the dry cleaner. As I started on the half-dozen blouses, I realized that even these were usually sent out to be cleaned. "Hmm, that's strange," I thought. At last I was finished with the ironing and just then the dryer bell rang. I had fifteen minutes to fold the sheets, put them away and be waiting by the door in my fresh uniform. With five minutes to spare, I found myself waiting. I was amazed at how fast the day had gone and how much I had one. Every muscle and bone in my body ached. And I was nervous, wondering if Miss Emily would be pleased with my work. Again, my mind turned to those drill sergeants in the movies. As I waited, the minutes stretched on. At 3:15 I heard the garage door go up and her car pull in. I waited for her to enter, scarcely able to breathe. I heard the door being closed and then saw the handle of the inside door begin to turn. Without thinking, I looked at the floor. "Well, well," Miss Emily said. "I see you have followed my orders. Let me have a look at you, sissy." With that, she started to walk around me slowly. I felt like her eyes were burning thought the back of my head. Finally she made her way back around as I saw her feet come into my view. My throat was dry as I waited. "Your uniform looks good, sissy," she said with a hint of warmth in her voice. "I must admit I am surprised. I hope this doesn't mean you neglected your chores." "N-n-n-o, Miss Emily," I stammered in reply. "Well, I will be the judge of that, sissy," she said. "Help me with my coat and then I will take a little inspection tour." I helped Miss Emily take off her coat and hurried to hang it up in the back hallway. As I returned to her side, she said, "OK, it's inspection time, sissy. Follow me." To say I was nervous as I followed her would be an understatement. I felt like my whole body was shaking and the butterflies in my stomach were flapping away furiously. She started with the laundry room. I followed her inside. I watched as she looked around. "It looks as if you have finished the laundry. Not bad, sissy," she said. This comment made me smile. But," she quickly added, "you left the ironing board out. You should know better, sissy. Things need to be put in their proper place. I will let it go this time." "T-T-Thank y-y-you, Miss Emily," I replied. I was actually thinking how kind she was being. And I felt glad that she was pleased that I had finished the laundry. My mind was filled with confusion over how I could have these thoughts as she said, "Follow me, sissy." We walked up the stairs. My feet were aching as I tried to keep up with her. She entered the master bedroom and stopped. Looking around slowly she didn't say a word. The tension built, at least for me. She seemed so placid; it was hard to know what she was thinking. Finally, she smiled. "This looks good, sissy. The bed is well made and I am pleased. I hope the bathroom is done this well." With that she walked to the bathroom. I realized I had stopped shaking as I followed her. I was even smiling. Miss Emily stared at the bathroom floor. She checked the tile in the shower and took a close look at the tub. As she checked the vanity and sink she seemed to be pleased. Then she turned to inspect the toilet. She stared. I felt tension return. I had scrubbed it until it shined. I couldn't understand what was wrong. "The seat is up," she said in a stern voice. "What is the matter with you? Surely you don't think I stand to pee, do you? You should know better, sissy." "P-p-p-lease forgive me, Miss Emily," I stammered. I felt the nervousness return as I stared at her shoes. I had tried so hard and yet once more she had me apologizing. The words just seemed to tumble out of me. "Let's go downstairs. I want to inspect the powder room," she said, ignoring my apology. "The powder room!!?" I thought. I was in shock. I had never considered cleaning it. I didn't remember her telling me to. But maybe I forgot. Maybe it's clean enough, I thought. After all, it does not get used very often. As I followed Miss Emily, deep inside I knew she would not be pleased. The butterflies returned as she opened the powder room door and turned on the light. She stopped dead in her tracks. I could see her body tense. She turned to me. Her eyes burning me. I looked down, unable to meet them. I felt shame for disappointing her. "Well, well, sissy," she said in that authoritative voice. "What would I have done if Miss Amy had come to visit after tennis? I would have been embarrassed that my maid could not manage simple cleaning. This is disgusting. What do you have to say for yourself?" My throat was dry and I still could not bring myself to look her in the eye "I-I-'m sorry, Miss Emily," I stammered "I worked so hard to get everything done." I waited to see what she would say. I stared at her shoes. Waiting. "Obviously you did not work hard enough, sissy," she finally said in that stern tone that was becoming familiar. "I am very disappointed in you. We'll discuss this later. Now, follow me." I followed her back to the master bedroom. Miss Emily walked into the master bedroom and sat down on the bed. Pointing at the floor by her feet, she said, "Kneel." I complied quickly, my mind swirling again at how fast she had gone from pleased to angry. I still could not look her in the eye, but I could feel her steely gaze on me as I waited. Finally, her right shoe came up in front of my face. I kissed the top. "Good, sissy," I heard her say. "Remove my shoe." As I undid the laces, I relaxed a little, thinking that this was a task that I could handle without upsetting her. As I slid her shoe off I got a whiff of sweat mixed with Miss Emily's natural scent and the soap she used. As I held her right shoe, without thinking I inhaled deeply. I felt my neglected cock twitch against the silky feeling of the ruffled panties. My cheeks flushed. I heard Miss Emily chuckle. "Aww, that's so cute," she said. "Someone likes to sniff shoes." I felt like I wanted to dig a hole in the floor and disappear. But my cock was still twitching as she lowered her right foot and raised her left. Without hesitation I kissed it and began to undo the laces. As I slipped it off I tried to resist sniffing it. "Go ahead, enjoy," Miss Emily said. I could hear a laugh in her voice. I raised the shoe to my nose and inhaled. I felt lost. Part of me was disgusted. But another part felt nothing but lust. "That's enough, sissy. You are here for my pleasure," she said. "Now, remove my socks. And no fair sniffing." Another chuckle reached my ears. I removed her socks, feeling the dampness from her time on the tennis court. I was actually disappointed that I was not allowed to sniff them. "My feet are tired and aching, sissy," Miss Emily said. "Massage them." I complied. Her feet were cool and a little damp. I wondered if she realized how much my feet ached after wearing heel all day. Soon, though, I lost myself in the task, aware of my quick breathing and how horny I was. After several minutes, she replaced her left foot with her right. Not a word was spoken. I knew what was expected of me. At last, she put her feet on the floor and stood. Patting my head, she said "Good job, sissy. Now, put my socks in the hamper and shoes in the closet. Everything in its place, remember?" I felt a warm glow at her being pleased by my massage. The pat on the head made me feel glad, too. How strange I thought. As I complied, I again resisted the impulse to sniff her shoes and socks. In my hands, her size six sneakers looked so cute and sexy. I had never had such thoughts. Where did all this come from? After putting her shoes in the closet and her socks in the hamper I returned to Miss Emily. I could feel my cock rubbing against my panties. "I want to take a bubble bath, sissy," she said. "Start filling the tub and then help me undress." I went into the bathroom and started the water, waiting for the hot water to start flowing. I checked the temperature and after it was partially filled I added some of her bubble bath. I returned to her side and started to undress her. My hands were trembling as I removed her warm-up jacket and top. Looking at her sports bra I could feel my excitement grow. "Now my pants, sissy" she said. I had to get on my knees to open the zippers at her ankles. After pulling the zippers up I put my hands at her waistband and started to pull the pants down. I was still trembling. I felt like a child on Christmas morning opening a present. But I also was vaguely aware that I would not get to play with the gift inside. After getting the warm-ups off I removed her shorts and then her panties. Her panties were damp and I could almost taste her sexual excitement as I inhaled. Without thinking, I kissed her pussy. It was soft kiss. "Not now, sissy," I heard her say. But I noticed that her tone was not harsh. "Remove my bra." I stood and walked behind Miss Emily. I slipped the straps down her shoulders and removed the garment. "Good job, sissy," she said. With that she slapped my butt and walked off to bathroom. I followed her and seeing that tub was nearly full I turned off the water. I watched as she slipped into the bubbles. My mouth was dry as I stared at the woman I had married. The woman I adored. Her blonde hair tied back in a twist, her full breasts, flat stomach and toned legs made me knees feel weak with desire. She looked up as she settled back in the water, her body hidden from my gaze by the bubbles. "The water is perfect, sissy," she said. "Now, while I relax go scrub that powder room. The next time I see it it had better sparkle. Get going," "Yes, Miss Emily," I said and hurried off. As I walked through the master bedroom I saw her clothes on the floor where I had left them after undressing her. I went over to pick them up and deposit them in the hamper. "Everything in its place." I could hear her words echoing in my mind. 2. Emily's Thoughts As Emily Jackson settled into her bubble bath she felt the warmth of the water wash over her body. It felt good after a day on the tennis court, she thought. She thought about Amy, her best friend since childhood. "I wonder what she would think if she knew what Dan and I were up to," she thought. She wasn't sure. Amy was always adventurous, but even Emily, who suggested that Dan spend a weekend as her maid, was surprised at the way things were turning out. And Emily was shocked at how domineering she had become so quickly. This thought stayed in her mind. She was amazed at how she could order Dan about and even more amazed at how he responded. True, he was never a forceful person, but she had never thought of him as particularly submissive. And never had the thought occurred to her of Dan wearing a maid's uniform. Or any other feminine clothing, for that matter. When she first started seriously considering trying it, she never imagined it would involve so much planning. At first Emily thought she get a maid's uniform and have a little fun. But over the case of several online chats Sharon had suggested a different plan for the weekend. Sharon told Emily that to really have the full experience of having a sissy maid she needed to exert total control, even if it was just for a weekend. Emily was reluctant. But over time she decided she wanted to try it. In planning the weekend, Sharon told Emily about some Web sites that had just the kind of clothing she would need. And now here she was relaxing in a bubble bath while Dan scrubbed the powder room. For some reason, this thought pleased her. Her right hand moved slowly down her body, caressing a nipple before settling lightly on her pussy. Slowly she rubbed. As she settled into a slow rhythm, the events of the last 24 hours ran through her mind. She kept thinking about how much she enjoyed ordering Dan about and how easily the role came to her. And she was shocked to learn just how easily Dan took to being a maid. She thought of how he had ironed her clothes while she was off enjoying herself at the club. She realized he was probably better at that task than she was. Still, in the back of her mind she really did not want to hurt him. Despite all her outer confidence, she still wondered if she was being too rough on Dan. It seemed that whenever she wondered whether to continue she would think of the chats with Sharon. The image of him sniffing her shoe popped into her head. She chuckled. Maybe he does really like it. He did seem awfully excited. With that thought she moved two fingers inside to find her clit. Her breathing quickened as her excitement began to build. She could see Dan in his maid's outfit, so willing to please. She remembered riding his face. All the events of the weekend flitted across her mind as she grew more and more excited. Finally, the dam broke. A low moan escaped her lips as waves of pleasure moved through her body. She kept her fingers moving until, at last, her orgasm subsided. Her body felt limp and she could feel her face flush. She felt the cooling bath water around her and let her mind go blank, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Just when she started to think about getting out of the tub, Emily heard Dan walk into the bedroom. "Sissy, come here. Hurry," she called out, slipping easily into her new personality. Maybe too easily, she thought. 3. The Weekend Continues As I entered the bedroom after scrubbing the powder room, I heard Miss Emily call me. How did she know I was back upstairs? I walked to the bathroom and saw her in the tub. "This water is getting cold, sissy," she said. "I need you to dry me. After you help me dress I'll inspect your work." I grabbed the fluffy bath towel I had put out earlier and crossed the room. By the time I got to the edge of the tub, Miss Emily was standing. The water and few stray bubbles from glistened on her skin. My cock stirred, rubbing once more in the silky panties. She stepped out of the tub and I quickly started to dry her, starting with her smooth shoulders. My hands were shaking as I carefully patted her dry. I noticed that her nipples were hard and I figured it was from the chill of getting out of the tub. After drying her breasts and stomach I moved around to her back. As I dried her she stood perfectly still, forcing me to do all the work. I worked my way down until I had to sink to my knees to dry her about and legs. As I did, my mind flashed on the scene this morning when I had used my tongue to lick her there. I wondered if that was what she had in mind now. My mouth felt dry. Bust as I gently dried her she was impassive. Part of me was relieved but for some reason another part was disappointed. I finally had the back of her legs dry and crawled around front to start on her feet. I resisted the urge to kiss them and slowly dried her leg. Finally, I was almost done. As I moved the towel in position to dry her pussy, I noticed that her lips were slick and swollen. I thought of her swollen nipples. "Oh my god," I thought, "she's been masturbating." I felt my face flush, as I wondered what she had been thing of while doing that. Was it treating me like a maid? As finished drying her, Miss Emily said, "Good job, sissy" and patted my head softly. "Get my robe before I freeze." I placed her terry-cloth robe over her shoulders. After she slipped her arms inside, Miss Emily pulled the robe closed and tied the belt. "Come along, sissy," she said. I followed her into the bedroom and watched as she pulled clothes from her dresser and closet. Placing the clothes on the bed, she walked over to her makeup table and sat down. I watched as she applied makeup to her face. I thought she really didn't need any. Still, when she was finished she looked more beautiful than ever. She stood and walked to the bed. "Sissy, help me dress," she said. I walked over and untied the robe and slipped off her shoulders. After placing it on the bed, I picked up the delicate panties from the pile of her clothes. I knelt and slipped them over each foot as she lifted it. I slid them up her legs. As I pulled them up to her hips my face was directly in front of her pussy. I see the lips were moist and I could smell her scent. My cock twitched again. I leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. I felt her hand grab the back of my head and pull it forward. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and ran it around her pussy lips slowly. "Good sissy," I heard Miss Emily say. Her voice was thick and I could hear her breathing getting louder. To my surprise she then let go of my head and stepped away from me. I watched as she slipped her panties off. "On your back," she said, and pointed to the floor. I complied. When I had first kissed her I was afraid she would be angry. Now I felt relief and a little happy as I saw she was smiling. As I laid on my back I watched as Miss Emily walked over and stood straddling my chest. She then stepped forward. Looking up all I could see were her beautiful legs, moist pussy and the bottom of her triangle of blonde pubic hair. She paused, and there was sexual tension in the air. Then I saw her begin to squat. She stopped when she was inches above my face. I strained to lick her. I heard her moan as my tongue, which barely reached her, flicked across her pussy several times. Then, without a word, she sank lower. My face was covered by Miss Emily. There was only one thing I could do. I started licking. She started riding my face again. I had just enough room to breathe as I lapped her. My tongue found her clit and this made her bounce on my face. I was lost in the moment. My whole world was trying to please her. Soon she was crying out like I had never heard her before. She was humping my face like she was riding a horse. Each time she descended my tongue lapped at her. Finally she started to slow and her moaning stopped. As her orgasm subsided I could hear her breathing slow. I was trying to catch my breath. Miss Emily was squatting just above me; her juices dripped on my face and into my mouth. As I looked up, I could feel a damp spot in my panties where precum had leaked from my cock. I could feel my cock twitching against the clammy material. My nostrils were filled with her scent as I wondered what she was thinking. After a few minutes I could hear that her breathing had returned to normal. Without a word, Miss Emily stood, straddling my chest. I saw her look down at me. Her eyes looked glazed over and she seemed unsteady on her feet. As she stepped over me and stood next to me she let out a sigh. She stood staring at me. I waited. She lifted her right foot and gently placed it on my dress. Somehow she knew just where my twitching cock was. A grin spread across her face. Finally she spoke. Her voice was a little shaky. "Well, well," she said. "Seems the sissy enjoyed that, too." I turned my face to avoid her eyes. I heard a soft chuckle. At least, I thought, she had indicated she had enjoyed it. Somehow this pleased me, even as I wished I could cum. "It's OK, sissy," Miss Emily continued. "I think it's cute. Now help me get dressed." I got off the floor. My jaw ached and I could smell her drying juices on my face. I helped her get dressed. First the panties, then a white sleeveless T-shirt, her red warm-up pants and a gray sweatshirt. She stepped into her slippers and then checked her face in the mirror. After touching up her makeup she stood and faced me. As she breathed in I saw her nose wrinkle. "You smell like pussy," she said while shaking her head. My mind reeled, Was she angry? "I think you need a bubble bath, sissy." "Yes, Miss Emily," I answered. I was relieved, although I had not taken a bath in years. And certainly not a bubble bath. With that she turned toward the door. I followed her to my bedroom and into the bathroom. She opened the cabinet under the sink and came up holding a bottle. "Here, sissy," she said. "Use this bubble bath. Miss Amy gave it to me. I thought it was a little flowery, but I think it suits you. When you finish, dress in the clothes on the bed and your pink uniform I'll be downstairs." With that she patted my head. As she left the room, she turned and said, "And remember, don't touch that dicklette of yours." I was numb as I turned on the water to fill the tub. After the temperature warmed and tub was partially filled I added the bubble bath. A wave of flowery aroma reached my nostrils. I was surprised at just how feminine it seemed. As the tub continued to fill, I started to strip. Taking my shoes off was a great relief. After the maid's dress was off I removed the garters, stockings and panties. That left the body shaper. As I wiggled out of it I was surprised at just how much it restricted my breathing. During the course of the day I had become so used to it I almost forgot I was wearing it. Before turning back to the tub I glanced at the mirror. I did a double take. My face was a mess. Miss Emily's dried juices left splotches that were mixed with bits of pink lip-gloss. I felt a wave of embarrassment. But I also thought about licking her and that made my cock stir. "Don't touch that dicklette." I heard her words ring in my ears. I tuned off the water and stepped into the tub. As I sank into the bubbles, the warmth felt good on my aching feet and muscles. As I sat back, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. The flowery scent filled my nostrils, but it was mixed with Miss Emily's scent. Why, I wondered, did this excite me. What was wrong with me? Those thoughts drifted away as I felt my tired body relax. As the water cooled, I brought my right hand to my face. I touched one of the dried spots on my face and rubbed. My fingers felt sticky. I brought them to my nose and sniffed. My cock twitched again. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. My left hand found my cock and stroked once. Immediately I heard Miss Emily's warning. I stopped. Frustrated. I splashed some water on my face and then opened the drain. As the water and bubbles swirled away I saw my legs peek through. I was startled. It was the first time I had really looked at them since I had used the hair remover. I had never thought of them as feminine before. But I did now. Maybe it's just the flowery aroma and the bubbles, I thought. I stood up when the tub was nearly empty. I decided to wash my hair in the shower before I dried myself. I scrubbed my face clean and washed my hair under the cool water of the shower. After I dried myself and my hair, I saw the pink lip-gloss by the bathroom sink. I carefully applied it. It took me three times till I thought it looked OK. On the bed I found a clean body shaper, pink ruffled panties, stockings and garter belt. As I put them on, I was aware of the flowery scent from the bath and the tropical aroma of the shampoo I felt a twitch in my panties and looked down. I noticed that despite how turned on I was there was not much of a bulge. I heard Miss Emily say "dicklette." I shivered at the thought. I walked over to the closet and grabbed the pink maid's uniform off the hanger. As I put it on, I noticed the sleeves were a little shorter than on the black uniforms, ending barely below my shoulders. There was lace at the collar, arms and hem. On the floor under the uniform was a pair of pink shoes. As I slipped into them, I was almost used to the ache I felt wearing heels. As I was about to go downstairs, I remembered my clothes and towels in the bathroom. "Everything in its place," I could hear Miss Emily say. I gathered the clothes, including the soiled uniforms, and towels and on my way downstairs stopped in the master bathroom to get the towels from there. After putting fresh towels out for Miss Emily I took the soiled laundry and set it on the washer. I then went to find Miss Emily. I could hear the TV playing in the den. As I entered, I saw Miss Emily curled up on the couch. As I approached, I realized she was asleep. I wasn't sure what to do. As I tried to think, I stared at her. She was beautiful, even in her ratty old clothes. She had a half smile on her face and she looked content. I decided to cover her with the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Seeing the clock, I saw it was after 6 o'clock. I decided to start dinner. I wanted to keep busy so I wouldn't think l about horny I was. Would she ever let me cum? I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. I decided a salad and a pasta dish with mushrooms and garlic would be a good choice for dinner. I got busy preparing the meal and stopped thinking about anything else. The swinging of the kitchen door and Miss Emily's voice startled me." Here you are, sissy," she said. "I wasn't sure where you had gone. This pleases me." I smiled to myself. She walked over and looked at the pots on the stove. "Smells good, sissy. I'm starving. I hope it's almost ready. Call me to the table when you have it set." As she left the kitchen, I started working even faster. When the meal was almost ready I went into the dining room and set the table. I filled her water glass and went to the den to tell her dinner was ready. As she sat at the table I set down her salad and moved to the side and stood silently. "Looks good, sissy," she said. "I'd like some wine." After I poured her wine, I returned to my position watching her eat. Waiting. My stomach growled. She looked up. "Hungry, huh?" she asked. "After I finish you may eat some pasta and salad. You've mostly been a good sissy today." "Thank you, Miss Emily," I said. I felt myself smile because she was pleased with my work. After Miss Emily finished her dinner, she went to the den while I was left to clear the table and wash the dishes. I ate my dinner at the kitchen table. As I ate, I realized this was the first real meal I had had in more than a day. I was starving and I ate quickly. After making sure the kitchen was spotless, I headed to the den. As I approached Miss Emily, I saw that she had the paddle on her lap. I immediately felt nervous. My mouth went dry and I my butt ached where I had felt the paddle before. "Kneel, sissy," she said and pointed to a spot at her feet. I complied quickly, not wanting to displease her. I watched without saying as a word as she picked up the paddle and slapped it lightly in her palm. I wanted to beg her not to use it, but I remained silent. Finally, she spoke. "You know, sissy, I was disappointed in you earlier today. Evidently, this paddle did not teach you the proper lesson last night," she said, the stern tone returning. My mind wondered how she went to from calm to stern and back so easily. Inside I was anything but calm. Miss Emily continued, "I really don't like to hurt you, sissy. But you must be disciplined. I've decided to take a different approach." I felt some relief at these words. Although I wondered what her new approach would mean for me. As I waited, Miss Emily crossed her legs. Her right foot swung up. I watched it. It wasn't exactly in front of my face. But I leaned forward and kissed her slipper. I heard her laugh. "Well, you have learned some lessons," she said. And then she patted my head. "Now for tonight's lesson," she continued. "Follow me, sissy." I got to my feet and followed her into the kitchen. I watched as she went to a drawer and removed a notebook and a pen. "Sit down, sissy," she said. She walked over and set the notebook and pen down. "Now, I have a little writing assignment for you," she said. "You will write the following phrase 500 times: 'A sissy must be obedient at all times.' I expect each line to be neat and in your best penmanship. "When you are finished, bring your assignment to the den. Do not disappoint me, sissy," she said. "Yes, Miss Emily," I said. I watched as she left the room. I was grateful that she wasn't going to use the paddle, but I felt like a 5-year-old. Here I was sitting in my kitchen with orders to write sentences for punishment. As I opened the notebook and started to write I was wondering how I had come to be doing this. I had no clue. I kept writing. When I had filled the first page, I counted the lines. Twenty-five. Oh my god. I have to fill 20 pages. I groaned. My hand throbbed. And then I continued. The work went slowly. After an hour I was finally finished. As I walked to the den with the notebook, I flexed my aching hand. I wondered if the paddle wouldn't have been easier. At least it would have been over more quickly. As I entered the den I saw Miss Emily watching TV. I approached her chair and waited, holding the notebook. She seemed not to notice me. I waited as she watched the show. Finally, at a commercial break she looked at me and put her hand out. I handed her the notebook. "Let's see how you've done," she said in a distracted tone. She flipped through the pages quickly. "Looks fine, sissy. I hope you have learned your lesson." "Yes, Miss Emily," I said. I was dumfounded. How could I have spent so much time writing and then watch her act like she barely cared? It was maddening. She handed me the notebook and said, "Now, sissy, put that in your room. You may need it again." My room? Well, I figured it was only for another day. But I wondered why would I need the notebook again. Oh, well, I figured she was just saying that. As I left the guest bedroom, I saw Miss Emily coming up the stairs. "Come along, sissy, " she said. "I have one more task for you tonight." I followed her in to the master bedroom and on into the bathroom. "Here, sissy" she said, pointing to a pile of her soiled lingerie. "Bring that down to the laundry room. They all need to be hand-washed." I looked at the pile. Every aching muscle in my body seemed to throb at once. I couldn't believe there was even more laundry. I looked at Miss Emily, and seeing that no-nonsense look in her yes, I walked over and picked up the lingerie. The panties and bras felt so silky and light in my hands. I could even smell her scent as I followed her downstairs. As we entered the laundry room, she told me to put the clothes down one side of the double sink. She instructed me to put the maid's uniforms I had brought down earlier in the washer before calling me back to the sink. "Now, sissy," she said, "this is important. These panties are bras are very delicate. They need to be washed with care. Fill the other side of the sink with cold water and add some Woolite." I put the plug in the drain, and did as instructed. As it filled my eyes focused on the pile of delicate clothes. I imagined Miss Emily wearing the items. My cock stirred again. "Earth to sissy," I heard intrude on my daydream. "Turn the water off." The words penetrated my brain and I shut the water off. Miss Emily then instructed me on how to rinse her bras and panties. She wanted them done one at a time and then rolled in a towel before being hung to dry. With that she left the room. I decided to start with the bras. They were all lacy and delicate. As I picked each one up I could imagine Miss Emily wearing them. There was a hint of her perfume in the air. I could feel a damp spot in my panties as I finished the fifth and final bra. That left the panties. As I washed the first pair I had a powerful urge to stroke my cock. But I resisted. By the time I got to the fourth pair I was so horny I was almost in tears. As I picked the panties up, I realized they were the pair she had worn yesterday. There was a layer of crust in the crotch. I looked at it. I ran my hand over it. And then, I was powerless to stop myself from bringing it my nose and inhaling. The image of Miss Emily bringing her pussy down to my face leaped into my mind. I inhaled again. "Smell good, sissy?" I heard from behind me. I felt so embarrassed. I dropped the panties on the floor. I heard Miss Emily walk toward me. She bent and picked the garment up. She put her arm around my shoulder and said in a sympathetic voice, "It's OK, sissy. Enjoy." As the last word reached my ears, she brought the crotch of the panties to my face and rubbed it across my nose and lips. Despite my humiliation I moaned. As I breathed in, I felt Miss Emily reach under my dress and place her hand on my panties. She slowly rubbed my cock through the material. I moaned again. "Go ahead, sissy," she whispered. "Sniff those panties. That's a good sissy." She now had her hand wrapped around my cock, trapped in the panties. I had never felt so excited. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. Her touch was soft and the aroma of her panties was overpowering. "Don't cum till I tell you," she whispered. I whimpered, but did my best to hold off. Finally, she put the crotch of the panties on my nose and said, "Breathe deeply, panty boy." I did. She rubbed faster. "Cum now, sissy," she said. Her breathing was faster. My cock exploded. I felt my panties filling. I cried out at the force and intensity of the moment. And then it was over. Miss Emily gave my cock a soft squeeze. I could hear a squish because of the puddle in my panties. She removed her hand from under my maid's dress. I was in a daze. I looked at her. I felt embarrassed. Her eyes caught mine. We both knew that something had happened that we didn't understand. But neither of us really understood it. After a few moments, she spoke in a voice that was less steady than I had been used to hearing: "W-w-well, sissy, I think you had best finish washing the panties. Then take your uniforms out of the washer and hang them to dry. "When you are done go to your room and get cleaned up. Be sure to rinse the cum out of your panties. Only sluts have cum stains in their panties. Then get ready for bed." I watched her leave the room. She was walking like she was in a daze. I felt like I was in one, too. As I got ready for bed I was still shaken by the intensity of my orgasm. I had never seen so much cum. I wasn't sure what to think. I tried not to think about it as slipped on the nightgown and panties I had worn the night before. The silky material felt nice. As pulled back the covers, I realized how exhausted I was. Miss Emily opened the door and walked in. "Good, sissy," she said. "I imagine you must be tired. Not easy being a maid is it?" "No, Miss Emily," I replied. She smiled. "Well, I can tell you have tried hard, sissy," she said. "I'll leave my breakfast menu downstairs. I have set your alarm. Goodnight my little panty sniffer." She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, Miss Emily," I said. She turned out the light and closed the door as she left. The words "my little panty sniffer" rang in my ears as my cock stirred and I fell into a deep sleep. 4. Emily's Thoughts Emily watched a light snowfall outside the den window while she cradled a glass of wine. She was still in a bit of a daze over the events off the weekend. She thought about the intensity of her orgasms. She had never felt anything like them. And she had never seen Dan cry out like that. She was amazed that her husband was so excited after a day of housework. She tried to understand what it meant. But she couldn't figure it out. At least, she thought, Dan won't be too mad at her after his weekend as a maid is over. She thought of the moment she walked to the laundry room and saw him sniffing her panties. She hadn't expected to see that. And he acted like a child being caught being naughty. What had made her pick up the panties and then jerk him off? It just happened so fast. Not that Dan seemed to mind. And the look in his eyes after. What was it? He was in a daze. But so, Emily thought, was I. She sipped her wine and watched the snow. She heard the clock chime and realized it was midnight. She yawned and headed to the master bedroom. Her bedroom for the weekend. After putting on her pjs, she crawled into bed. She enjoyed the feeling of fresh linens. She wondered what Dan was really thinking as she drifted off to sleep.