Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 6 for context.

I awoke next morning to the sound of traffic. The healing power of sleep hadn’t done me much good. I ached all over, my bottom was the worst. It started and stung when I moved, a reminder, if I needed one, of last evening activities. I had to peel my body off the floor as it was stuck to it with a mass of dried in secretions. I was naked apart from the black panties which were down around my knees where Mistress Keera had yanked them at the start of our “session” last night. I ripped them off, tossing them on the floor. Passing the mirror in the hallway I caught sight of the mess that I was, back, thighs and buttocks heavily striped and welted, my pink hair a mess and the black high heeled shoes padlocked firmly in place. I reached into the only bag left in the hallway and found a pair of my old underwear, a blue boxer shorts. I was finally clad in something masculine. I checked my bedroom upstairs.

Written on the demerit board was written:

Zero Demerits maintenance spanking only twelve strokes.

On the Task Board was written:

Bonfire. Tuesday.

Finish cleaning windows Tuesday.

Medical check up. Tuesday.

Financial check up. Tuesday.

Hair salon. Tuesday.

New opening. Tuesday.

Stuart consummation. Wednesday .

I was puzzling over these when I heard a key turn in the door. I thought for a split second it was my mistress coming back but then I remembered , Tuesday, Olga, my cleaning lady. Once again I found myself running to hide in my own house, swiftly down the stairs and out the back door, I tried the garage, in vain, locked up tight. I hid amongst the hedging beside the house.

Olga threw the windows wide open as she went about cleaning so I could hear her talking to herself in a mixture of English çankırı escort and Polish as she went. I also heard my phone ring on a couple of occasions.

“Co za hanba…Dziewica Maryja…what filth…majtki…whips…catkowita deprawajca…co za brudny chtopak…no windows…no spanking..I quit…I have to go…ostatnim razem czyściłem tutaj świętych .’

I could hear her going around shutting windows and locking doors. Then she set the alarm as she slammed out the front door. I was trapped. Then of course, it started to rain. I spent at least two hours hiding out and miserable. I heard a car pull up to the front of the house but didn’t dare move, finally I heard my Mistress call “Cooee!”

I went to her. She simply gestured down and I sat on the step gingerly and explained what had happened. We laughed together at the absurdity of it all. As we sat together she told me what an idiot I was. I agreed.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

I explained that when I heard the cleaning woman that I panicked and grabbed the first thing to hand.

“Not good enough bitchboy, you were wearing black panties when I left you lying in your goo this morning?”

I hung my head, I had disappointed this lovely woman again. She, who cared for me, who was developing me. She, who in such a short time had made me feel whole and with a purpose in my life again.

She bade me come in and stand inside the back door.

“I was really worried, I rang you several times, eventually I had to take some time off from work to find the reason I couldn’t contact you was your own stupidity.

She held up my mobile phone.

” Now that I have found you wet stupid ass safe I’m just going to delete my messages, what’s your code?

Without thinking, I called it out.

She inputted the numbers çapa escort rapidly, then again and seemingly again.

“I’ve changed it to something I can remember easily.”

I asked what it was and was simply told that I didn’t need to concern myself with silly little details like that. She went back to the phone laughing as she played a message from Olga, saying I was a dirty man and that she did not work for me anymore. Mistress laughed as she played the message.

‘It sounds like you have saved yourself some money and given yourself some more work. Back in a second, stay there oh and drop those horrible pants.”

I did as directed, shivering on the step. She was back saying that she would hold onto my phone for a while and that because she had time off work, we could move up our schedule by a few hours. She threw me some clothes, a short red crop top, the black panties that I had discarded this morning and a red skirt so short it did nothing to cover me. Putting on the clothes was so painful as anything that rubbed or chafed against the welts set my nerve endings afire once again.

She grabbed the bags containing my underwear from the hall and simply said, “bonfire.”

I was directed to the garage for some petrol. She threw all my underwear in the trash barrel and watched as I poured the contents of the can all over them. She made me light a match and throw it in, all my male underwear went up in flames with a WHOOSH! We watched it burn.

“Hello gals,”

I groaned inwardly, recognising the voice. It was George, my insufferably nosey neighbour. He was ex British Army, a tall heavyset man, who together with his large wife Eleanor seemed to be always looking over my fence.

“Hello ladies, George is my name, I’m young Tim’s neighbour.” ” Howdydo.”

” çarşamba escort Hello George, Tim is away so I am looking after things for him. This is Servina, she is helping me out.” She rested her breasts on the fence as the old boy almost fell over trying to get a closer look at them. ” I say George, could you do me a favour and hold the ladder while Servina cleans the top floor windows?” She rubbed her hand up and down his arm.

“Of course, old girl, on the way…”

I have never seen him move so quickly before I had the bucket and cloth ready he appeared around the corner with a large ladder.

“Ever Ready George here, Milady, reporting for duty. Brought my own kit. Ready to go aloft little girlie?”

Eight times I had to go up and down his bloody ladder, each time gave him an opportunity to painfully grope my arse as I climbed up and down.

“I say girlie, has someone caned your little bottie?” he said as I passed him for the fourth time.

I muttered something and said, “No spik engleesh Sir.”

“Jolly good girlie,” groping me for the umpteenth time, to the sound of Mistress’s laughter as she looked on.

Finally we were finished.

“Myself and Servina will come and visit you to meet your wife soon.”

“Coffee, George?” She asked as I groaned again inwardly.

When I had brought out the coffee tray to them outside Mistress had unfastened the top few buttons on her blouse, which ensured that she had the old codgers full attention. That didn’t stop him running his hand up my thigh as I served him.

“A shot of Cognac in your coffee George?” Go with Servina and she will show you the drinks cabinet. He was after me like a shot and grabbed me as I bent down to get the bottle. He rubbed his old crotch across my backside as he held me firmly in place as he groped my chest and belly.

It was sore and sordid and Wong and exciting and got my blood flowing and my pulses racing and it was everything it should not have been.

I thought can this day get any worse…

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