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away with, just because you wear a gaff under your panties. The fact that you happen to be a sissy instead of a girl doesn't matter in the least to me. First and foremost, you're my MAID, — and rather well-paid at that, I might add!"

When my mistress had finished her lecture and my "lesson" with her hairbrush, I meekly stood up and rubbed my spanked bottom. My stiff, frothy petticoats were tangled in disarray and the skirt of my little taffeta maid's dress was bunched up around my waist. Cindy handed me her hairbrush, firmly instructing me to put it away on her vanity. I did as I was told. Miss Cindy was certainly in no mood for any back talk tonight.

Without even realizing it, I sniffled and wiped a few tears from my eyes as I put the hairbrush back on Miss Cindy's vanity. The pain of the spanking was as much psychological as it was physical, but that didn't mean my behind didn't actually sting! "Well, at least she pays me a good salary, I rationalized as I straightened my petticoats and pulled my short, full skirt down over the rustling crinoline. Miss Cindy had always paid me more than the going rate for a live-in personal maid, but she expected much more than average service, of course. (To make everything legal, my position was listed as "Houseboy" with the IRS. The government was apparently unconcerned with how Cindy might choose to dress her little employee.)

"And what's so awful about being spanked now and then?" I thought as I quietly straightened up Miss Cindy's vanity. This wasn't the first time she'd spanked me, but she didn't do it very often. She had to be in just the right mood when I happened to do something she thought was stupid.

"It's O.K., Cissie" Cindy said softly, apparently noticing my moist eyes reflected in the vanity mirror. "I'm sorry I had to spank you, but I expect excellent service from you. I always dreamed of being successful enough to afford a maid, and I want it to be like my dreams.

"You have to try to be as good as any girl servant would be, Cissie. If you can't do it, I can always hire someone else. Either way, I'll have a maid, it's up to you whether it's you, or some cute, submissive girl. I hope you understand, Cissie. See it as an experiment if that helps. We're kind of breaking new ground, Cissie, O.K.?" Cindy told me.

"I understand, Miss at least I think I do," I answered meekly, feeling none too sure of myself after being made fun

MAID IN FORM "A" -49 of in front of Miss Cindy's friends and being spanked, all in the course of one evening.

"Well, off to your little bed now, Cissie," Miss Cindy said as she slipped between her sheets. "I hope you don't have to sleep on your tummy because of your spanking!" she teased.

I actually smiled a little as I rubbed my stinging rear through the layers of nylon. "It's O.K., Miss; I'll let it cool off before I put on my nightie," I joked, strangely in good spirits.

Cindy laughed at my little comment and said "Good night, Cissie," as she snuggled into the soft sheets of her king-size bed, her silk tap pants and camisole sliding over her delicious skin.

"Good night, Miss," I said as I dropped into an unusually low and respectful curtsy. As I turned and walked out of the bedroom, I suddenly realized I was still in love with Miss Cindy. (Except for helping her dress or bathe, of course, I'd never even touched her!) Now, moments after being spanked by the haughty rich girl and casually dismissed to the maid's room, I both respected and desired her.

"People certainly can have strange attractions, sometimes," I thought, shaking my head in wonder at my confusing feelings.

I straightened up the kitchen and made sure the apartment door was locked before turning off the lights and retiring to my room. I stripped down to my bra and panties, and hung my pretty taffeta uniform and frothy petticoats up in the closet. It was odd that I had quickly become so used to wearing a bra and panties they had felt very bizarre at first, but now I felt a little naked without being dressed in the silky underthings.

I stood on my toes in front of my full-length mirror and pulled down the rear of my panties by hooking a finger in the frilly little waistband. Still balanced on my toes, I twisted and looked over my shoulder to see if my bottom was pink from Miss Cindy's hairbrush. Although most of the sting had faded, my rear was still bright pink from my spanking.

For some reason, I grimaced as I looked in the mirror at my blushing behind. Miss Cindy had spanked me pretty hard. Although the hairbrush made a loud "Smack!" on my pantybottoms, I knew that it hurt my pride as much as it hurt my bottom.