I arose early, dressed and prepared the Master's breakfast and took it to him. Then I was allowed to eat something myself before staring on the day's work. I put the laundry into the washing machine and while that was working, I vacuumed and dusted the house. The washing finished it's cycle and I asked the Master where to put the wet clothes to day, expecting that there was a clothes horse somewhere in the house. "Go hang them out in the garden, sissy, it's a dry day." When I looked aghast at this suggestion, he laughed and said, "Don't worry, there's a high wall on one side and on the other is only an old woman. Now go put them out on the line."
Relieved I put the washing in a basket, opened the back door and walked to the line and started to peg out the clothes. I hung out the last piece and picked up the basket and turned to walk back to the house when a voice rang out, "Are you the new cleaning woman?" I froze, almost paralyzed and said nothing, maybe she would go away I hoped. She asked again and this time there was a reply from the Master who had come out, "Yes, she is, Miss Winterbottom, her name is Doris." He grabbed my arm and turned me to face a little grey haired woman in her late sixties.
"I wish I could afford a girl to clean for me," she said, "Even doing the washing up really sets my arthritis off these days." The Master made a sly smile and replied, "Oh, she's done here, you can have her for an hour if you want, dear." The old woman's face nearly lit up, "Oh, how kind, that would be wonderful, if you want to send her round, I'll open the door." With that she scurried away.
My mouth was wide open and a look of utter shock must have been on my face as the Master said, "Don't worry so much, her eyesight isn't that great, she can't tell you're a man dressed up as a woman. Now go to her front door, she'll be waiting for you." With that he pulled me towards the back door and gave me a good slap on my backside to send me on my way. I opened the front door, looked out, there was nobody about, I fairly ran round to the woman's door and pressed the buzzer. It seemed like hours before she answered but was probably only a minute or so. "Come inside, girl, you can get started with the washing up in the kitchen." She led the way and followed.
There was a pile of plates, cups, etc and I made a start while she sat at the kitchen table and started to talk. And talk she did, she was a retired school headmistress who had loved her job in an all girls school, I suspected it was the power she wielded that she loved. Then she went on about how young people these days had no manners, how common everyone was, no respect for their elders, and so on and so on. It was starting to be just a drone of noise and I must have lost concentration as the plate I was drying slipped out of my hands and went crashing to the floor.
"Oh, you stupid girl!" She shouted as she leapt to her feet, "that was my best china." I took a breath and replied in what I hoped was a girlish high voice, "I'll pay for the damage, Miss Winterbottom, or get you a replacement. If you phone my employer, I'm sure we could work something out." The Master knew I had brought some money with me. She went to the phone in her living room and rang him, there was a conversation that I didn't hear most off and she returned with a big smile on her face, rather like the cat that got the cream as they used to say. For some reason I felt faintly worried.
"Well, girl, he said since I have had experience of stupid girls, that I should deal with you in my own particular way. Come here, you silly maid!" As she was speaking, her hand reached out and found my ear, she twisted it and pulled me towards her. Finding a chair, she sat down and dragged me over her knee. Letting go of my ear, the hand pushed my head towards the floor while the other raised my dress up. Then once again, I felt a fingers reach into the waistband of my red knickers and pull then down.
"Right, girl, now you're going to find out why the girls at my old school, nicknamed me Miss Warmer Bottom!" Suddenly a hand landed with a resounding smack on my bare backside, I gasped as more landed. The old bitch might have arthritis in her hands alright but it wasn't stopping her dishing out a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking. I was soon whimpering as the burning pain in my cheeks increased. After what seemed an eternity, she stopped and cried, "Get to your feet, girl, let that be a lesson to you." I jumped up and started to rub my sore red arse. "Yes, Miss, thank you, Miss." I stammered.
"Now, pull your knickers up and be off with you." She said and pointed to the door. I quickly ran back to the Master's, still rubbing my bottom on the way. When he saw me and heard what happened, he roared with laughter and murmured, "Looks like the old girl still has it in her." I could only nod in agreement. And it was still only day two.

So, there I was in the eroprofile.com chat room which has webcam access, dressed in my maid's uniform and showing off my new red four inch heel court shoes. Mincing about on cam trying to get used to walking in the heels, flashing my little red knickers off under my short dress. There was over a hundred people in the room, not all on webcam but they could see me if they wished. Some were messaging me to show off more, lift my skirt and display my knickers, been somewhat of a slut, I did as they said. I was getting quite excited been the center of attention and was getting carried away, when some man told me to my knickers off, I did and showed him my bare bottom.
It was at that moment, my Master entered the room and he was not happy. "What do you think you are doing, you silly little pansy!" he typed into the message box. I didn't have his permission to do what I was doing and I knew it, "I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me, I should have got your permission, I was just showing off my new red heels," I grovelled. "And where are your knickers, you pathetic sissy?" he wrote. He got even madder when I told him I'd taken them off at someone else's request. "I'm your Master," he typed, "you obey only me, pansy!" Again, all I could do was beg forgiveness. I knew I wouldn't get it as I'd done wrong and deserved discipline.
"Well, since you like showing off your new red heels so much, I think we'll make your backside the same colour! Go get the paddle and cane, sissy." I got up and minced away carefully in my heels to get the implements.
On my return it was again bend over and 50 strokes with the paddle, I gave myself them and danced up and down clutching my burning bottom at the end. Then it was bend over and 50 strokes off the cane, my bottom already sore by now, started to burn with each stinging stroke. I didn't forget to bend over at the end and display my red arse to my Master for his approval. To complete my humiliation in front of the room and all those people watching it on cam, I was ordered to stand and show my red arse for five minutes and then five minutes showing off small penis. My bottom was sore and as red as my shoes and my face was also red with embarrassment and shame. But it was another lesson learned by a pathetic sissy maid from their Master.

Another true incident that happened on Monday 21st February 2016

It was early in the evening and I was stood to attention awaiting my Master to log into Skype. Dressed only in my red basque, black stockings, suspenders and red heels, Master had not given me permission to put on my maid's uniform or my red knickers, my hands covered my private parts. His image came on webcam and mine also, "Are you there, sissy?" he said, "Yes, Master, sissy maid doris here, Sir." I quickly answered. "Move your hands away from there, pansy!" he shouted, I didn't dare disobey and put my arms at my side. "What's that between your legs, sissy maid?" "Nothing," I answered. "Yes, it is nothing, not a real cock, is it, sissy?" he ridiculed. I hung my head in shame, I had seen a photo of my Master's penis and replied, "No, Sir, not as big as yours, Master, not a real man's cock, Sir."
I was going to beg permission to put on my maid's dress and my knickers but knew now from his tone of voice, that he wasn't in any mood for any nonsense from me. "You've kept me waiting for a long time, sissy maid doris, haven't you?" I nodded and answered, "Yes, Master, I'm sorry, Sir." Perhaps if I grovelled enough, he would be lenient with my punishment. "Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson to not keep me waiting in future again, get the implements, you stupid sissy maid!" I did so and showed him the paddle and cane. "Right, turn round, bend over and twenty of the paddle to each cheek, Begin!" he bellowed. Bending over, I started to count out the paddle strokes, oh, why had I ever ordered the paddle off Ebay, it was becoming best friends to my bare arse now and proving to be very efficient at inflicting pain. After the forty, I jumped up and started to rub my now glowing bottom, asking first for permission to do so from my Master. Ordered then to bend over to show him the first results of his discipline.
Then for the next half hour it was a variation of paddle and cane administered to my ever more sore bottom. Master constantly humiliated me with his taunts of that I was a useless, worthless excuse for a man, just a stupid sissy maid who deserved this punishment. I agreed with everything he said and repeated it over and over again. By this time, I only knew the burning sensation in my backside and now totally broken, I was begging and whimpering for mercy, telling my Master I was so sorry that I kept him waiting and it would never happen again. Finally he allowed me to stop and stand before him and as I was slightly aroused he would allow me to get relief by masturbating in front of him. I started to tug on my small penis but due to my stinging arse, I couldn't get more than a semi-erection, "You really are a useless sissy maid," Master said with total disgust, "You may go now, you pathetic pansy."
With that the screen went blank, my Master had left, leaving behind a sniffing pansy rubbing his now very sore red arse. He'd treated me with utter contempt and I'd been thoroughly humiliated by him. But I also knew it was exactly what I'd deserved and glad that I had a Master who would keep me under his control.

Another true episode which happened on 16th February 2016. I would very much like to hear any comments on how my Master is treating me and any suggestions for further treatment, please.

I arrived by train early morning and got a taxi to the Master's address, I had butterflies in my stomach and nervous about what I was doing. But I had agreed to come to my Master's home for a few days and put myself at his disposal as his personal sissy maid. I would be cooking and cleaning and other menial tasks for the length of my stay and be completely under his control. I walked up the path to a normal looking house which would prove to be nothing but normal once I was inside. Knocking at the door, it was soon addressed by a tall man with a stern face who was probably in his late fifties, he had the build of a wrestler and looked very strong indeed. "Come in," he said and led me inside to a small room with a sign pinned on it. "Sissy Maid's Room' was written on it, leaving no doubt that this would be my quarters. Opening the door, he said, "Get yourself changed, I'll be waiting in the living room." I looked around the room, there was a single bed, a wardrobe, a set of drawers and a chair but what took my attention was what was on the wall. Hanging on hooks was a number of spanking implements, a tawse, paddle, strap, hairbrush and a cane. I shivered and wondered which one be used on me first.
Opening my suitcase on the bed, I took out my sissy clothes and began to dress. First the black girdle with the open bottom and six suspenders, I put in the fake breasts and fastened black stockings to the suspenders. Pulling on a small pair of satin knickers and red three inch heels, finally the black maid's uniform was added with the white apron. I was ready to face the Master and serve him.
I tottered on the high heels into the living room, I did a very careful curtsy before him and then stood to attention. "Very good, girl, you look like a real sissy maid. The feather duster's in the corner, get to work, I've things to do in the garden. And no slacking or there will be trouble, you pansy." Then I was alone and began to dust around the room, I was enjoying mincing around the room and wiggling my satin knickered bottom. After a while after I smelled smoke and thought it was coming from the kitchen but when I entered I noticed out the window that the Master was having a bonfire in the garden. I thought nothing of it as he threw garden rubbish on to it, then he came back into the house for a moment before returning outside. Then he lifted a suitcase up and I realised it was mine as he opened it and let all the contents fall into the fire. I gasped as I saw my male clothes go up in flames! I banged on the window and shouted and pointed at him. He turned and strode back to the house, my clothes still burning away. Back in the house he looked at me as I berated him for what he'd done, didn't he realise that was my personal property, he couldn't do that, who did he think he was, I went on. Suddenly, he gave me a look or rather a glare as his face turned to thunder, not saying a word he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the maid's room, while I protested he opened the door and threw me on the bed. Turning to the wall, he took the paddle off it's hook and moved towards me. Getting me by the scruff of my neck, he sat down on the chair and pulled me over his knees. He was far stronger and despite my struggles, I couldn't break free, holding me down with one hand, the other lifted my dress up, then the same hand was in the waistband of the knickers pulling them down to my knees. Next there was a burning pain in my bare arse as the paddle began it's work, there was no counting of strokes, just the paddle raining down on my defenceless backside. It wasn't long before I was whimpering and begging and pleading for him to stop. As my bottom got ever more red and sore and kept saying, "I'm sorry, Master," over and over again.
Then it stopped and I let out a rush of air and started blubbering. "Get up, girl," he shouted, "rub your bottom and then get in that corner, face against the wall, lift your dress up, I want to see my handiwork, pansy!" I quickly did as I was told, sniffing and whining all the time.
"Now this was your first lesson, you stupid little sissy, you are never, ever, I repeat, never, ever to question what I do in future or you will get double of what you got this time, do you understand, you little worm?" he shouted in my ear. "Yes, Master, I do, it will never happen again, I promise, Master." And I knew I really meant it as the pain in my red bottom was the proof of that. I had been put soundly in my place, he was the Master and I was his sissy maid. And the day had only just begun....

It was exactly eight in the evening, the time the Master had ordered me to get ready for my discipline. I logged on Skype and prepared the webcam as directed. I was dressed for the Master, wearing my black sissy maid's uniform with a white apron, a red slinky basque with four suspenders, attached to them was black stockings, red heels completed my outfit. I was wearing red satin knickers under my dress but not for long...
I typed in the words, "sissy pansy doris here. Awaiting permission to sit down from Master." I didn't have to wait too long as Master replied that I was allowed to sit down. After the webcam was started working and the Master was happy with the picture and set-up, I was ordered to stand up. He carefully looked me over, remarking that I was dressed like a real sissy, which made me blush, I didn't know far worse was to come. "Lift your dress, sissy," he commanded and I did as I was told. "I see you've got your red knickers on, take them off now." I hesitated for a moment but knew better than to disobey and slipped my knickers down my legs over me heels and put them aside. The next command shook me rigid, "Get your dress up, pansy." Again, I was a bit slow but did as ordered and there I was standing on webcam exposing my small flaccid cock to the Master. My face reddened and a feeling of shame and degradation came over me. I didn't have to wait long for further instructions, "Turn around and show me your girlish bottom," came next, I obeyed at once, lifted my dress again and put my bare arse on full display. The Master seemed pleased as he took his time looking, every second felt like an hour.
"Stand up and show me your implements, sissy," was the next command, I held up a hairbrush, a strap and a cane for his approval. "Very good, we'll start with the hairbrush, 10 on each cheek, begin!" I began to spank my bottom, the 20 strokes as repeated with the strap and cane, the latter which hurt the most. After each dose of the implement, I was told to stand up, the bend over to show the results of each one to my Master. He seemed pleased.
When I had completed all 60 strokes, I was given permission to play with my little penis in front of my Master for his amusement. I didn't enjoy it as my bottom was starting to sting now, then it back to more discipline and this time it was 40 strokes with each instrument of pain. At the end I was bent over displaying a by now very red and sore bottom, the humiliation was now complete and I realised that I was just a pathetic pansy sissy who deserved this and much more, I knew my Master would see to this. My heart sank as I bent there as I also knew that humiliation and spankings and a sore red arse were now going to be a regular part of my life...

This was a true story and happened on webcam on the 13th January 2016

My Master had said I needed more implements of punishment, I had a hairbrush, strap and a cane and was to add to these. On Ebay, a paddle was for sale, it was very cheap and I thought it would be poor quality, soft and flexible, little did I know, I was to suffer for thinking I could fool my Master. While I waited for the paddle to arrive and inform my Master at once, he messaged me that I had I failed to add him as a 'friend' on another website. The website hadn't let me know this and it was their fault not mine but I knew this would not make any difference to my Master, I would have to answer for it and I apologised and begged and groveled for forgiveness, throwing myself on his mercy. To no avail, the Master sentenced me to 24 strokes of the paddle with my knickers off. I awaited the arrival of the post with a nervous quivering bottom. It came sooner than I wanted and instead of been soft and flexible, the paddle was hard and firm, my heart sank, this was going to sting...
I got dressed in my red basque with black stockings attached to the suspenders and a small pair of red knickers. Setting the camera up, I started filming, I minced and wiggled like a proper pansy into position, turning around to display myself to my Master. Then with my back to the camera, I lowered my knickers and took them off completely. Told to make sure I showed my small penis by my Master, I turned around in shame. Picking up the new paddle, showing it to the camera, I returned to bending over, bare arse ready for punishment. Then the discipline began, how that paddle hurt with each stroke, my bottom wriggled under it's use and I started to moan and whimper. 24 hard paddles and it was over and I was clutching my sore red arse and dancing around in pain. I didn't forget to cry out, "Thank you, Master," in gratitude. Finally, I bent over and displayed my now red arse for my Master's approval.