by sissy karen josephine
It has been almost a year since Mistress Rosemary entrapped sissy sally and sissy jamieanne at Fairbourne Hall. Since then, there have been significant changes. Only a week before the sissies arrived, Mistress had met with her accountant, Mr Ledger. Mistress learned that Fairbourne Hall was in a very dire financial position. The costs involved in paying the staff and the cost of upkeep were high and there were major repairs like the tiling of the roof that needed to be done. The cash reserves that Grandpa Rolly left for upkeep were dwindling and something had to be done. It seemed Aunt Agatha was not very good when it came to finances and had wasted a lot of money. Unfortunately, some of the paid staff needed to be let go to get costs under control. Luckily Mistress Rosemary was able to keep Frau Bertha and Hank Strongbow in employment.
Mistress Rosemary then came up with a wonderful idea that proved to be so successful that she was now regarded as a business genius by many in the village. Her idea was to turn Clive’s old worker’s cottage into a luxury 5-star accommodation for tourists. She decided that the sissies could run it, who of course did not need to be paid, except with food and lodging. This was great for the bottom line. The first job was to get the three sissies to renovate the cottage. It was quite run down and filthy but had the essentials. A small kitchenette, a bathroom with a shower, a small living area with a fireplace and a bedroom. It was a big job, the walls had to be scrubbed and sanded before painting, the outside needed to be painted, the floorboards needed sanding and polishing, the bathroom needed a makeover and the kitchen needed new appliances and a deep clean. The fireplace and chimney also needed cleaning. Structurally the building was fine. There were costs in doing this, but the free labour made it manageable for Mistress Rosemary.
Once the cottage was ready, the sissies would then be required to run the cottage. Doing all the serving, cooking, and cleaning that was required. Mistress Rosemary put sissy karen in charge of the other two sissies. The upside for karen was she could delegate a lot of the dirty work to the other two and she was also given the power to award demerits to the other two sissies for any poor performance or disobedience. The demerits were purged at the Sunday punishment hour. The downside for karen was she was ultimately responsible to Mistress for everyone’s work.
For example, sissy jamieanne was given the job of getting the kitchen clean and ready for the first guest after the new appliances were installed. She had worked her pretty little butt off, cleaning and polishing every inch of the kitchen. karen was impressed with her job. When Mistress Rosemary came for inspection both jamieanne and karen were all smiles, thinking Mistress would be impressed. However, she opened one of the cupboard doors and ran a finger along the top of the door of the cupboard. There was a patch of dust on her finger! Mistress was furious!
“You call this clean? You expect me to welcome guests into this pig sty? How do you think this would reflect on me?”
Both the sissies were cowering, hanging their heads in shame.
“This isn’t good enough karen!”
Karen, panicking, said,
“It was jamieanne who was in charge of cleaning the kitchen.” Replied karen, trying to put all the blame on jamieanne.
“Well, it is you who is responsible karen, this will be dealt with harshly at Sunday’s punishment hour.”
“Yes, Mistress. I beg your forgiveness Mistress and promise it will not happen again.”
“It better not karen!”
Karen was furious with jamieanne after that and for the next four days until Sunday, she kept awarding jamieanne demerits on top of demerits. Her uniform had a crease, the bow on the back of her apron was not symmetrical, and there was a drop of water on her shoe. Every slightest fault, jamieanne got demerits. If karen was going to be punished, jamieanne was too! Any fair-minded person would say karen went too far but there was no recourse for jamieanne.
When punishment day came around both karen and jamieanne were filled with dread. They arrived at Mistress Rosemary’s office at the appointed hour and were made to wait for an agonising 5 minutes. Finally, sissy sally opened the door to the office and let them in. sissy sally quickly moved to the back of the room, keen to keep a low profile, glad she was not facing the music this week.
Mistress Rosemary was seated at her desk with Frau Bertha and Hank Strongbow standing on either side of her. She began her tirade.
“Do you know why you are here karen?” She spoke in a very firm tone, sending a shiver of fear up all the sissies’ spines.
“Yes Mistress, because of the dirt on the kitchen cupboard door.”
“Correct karen, and how do you think this reflects on my business?”
“Poorly Mistress.”
“Poorly! That’s an understatement! It is an absolute disgrace!”
Her voice became louder, and karen was filled with nerves.
“We are running an exclusive, top-line, 5-star accommodation and dining experience and something like this could ruin it for our guests! Imagine if they complained in the online comments, what damage it could do to my business!”
Karen was getting scared; Mistress was sounding very angry.
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress, it won’t happen again Mistress”.
Her tone of voice was apologetic, submissive, and passive.
“I am telling you young lady it better not. And to help you remember I am ordering you to get 24 strokes of the tickler.!
24 strokes, karen was horrified. She had only received 6 before and they were agony! She couldn’t sit for days. How was she going to handle 24?
“Hank, will do the honours?”
Karen thought Hank! No! He is so big and so strong!
“Drop your panties and lift up your dress karen!”
Karen did as she was told. She was shaking in fear, her knees were knocking together. Hank smiled. An evil smile, he was going to enjoy thrashing this sissy. He was a straight alpha male and a little homophobic if truth be told. He hated the sissies, he thought they were a bunch a fags and treated them like dirt. He put up with them only because it was part of the job. This was a chance to let some of his frustration out.
Karen stood there, her panties around her ankles and her dress held up. He could see Frau Bertha looking at his tiny sissy clitty, shaking her head in disgust. Hank picked up the tickler and walked behind karen. The first stroke was a killer, it came down hard across both cheeks and karen screamed to high heaven.
“That’s 1.” Said Mistress Rosemary
“And if I hear another squeal from you, I will ask Hank to start again.”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress,” Karen replied in a weak fragile voice.
The next 23 strokes seemed to take a lifetime for karen. It took all her inner resolve not to cry out. Each stroke burned and seared, especially where they overlaid previous strokes. Hank gave her a few strokes on her upper thighs and the pain was even worse. Tears began to stream down her eyes. The punishment was an ordeal and an absolute misery. When it was finally over, karen was sent to the back of the room with sally. She glanced back at Hank and couldn’t help noticing the big bulge in his pants. He was getting aroused delivering the punishment! Mistress Rosemary then spoke,
“Right, jamieanne, step up next to Hank.”
Jamieanne stepped up.
“I see you have 120 demerits to your name. That is shameful! What have you to say for yourself?
“Sorry Mistress, I will try better next time.”
“You won’t TRY! You WILL do better next time. This is no little sissy game jamieanne, this is a 5-star establishment you are working in. You will need to lift your game, or your life will be a misery. 120 demerits, that deserve 12 strokes of the cane. Hank, will you do the honours?”
Karen couldn’t believe it! It was jamieanne stuff up that got them into this mess, and she only gets 12 strokes while karen had to have 24. It wasn’t fair! Hank proceeded to cane jamieanne. After just two strokes, tears were running down her face, spoiling her make-up. Karen was secretly enjoying watching her suffer. The last stroke hit jamieanne on the tops of her thighs and she screamed like a banshee! Mistress awarded her a punishment stroke and the stroke had to be repeated. So, she ended up receiving 14 strokes.
Mistress then said,
“I think that is it, everyone back to work.”
Frau Bertha then said,
“Excuse Ma’am but after sally did her baking, she used all the icing sugar and did not report it to me, and I didn’t buy more when I went to the village shopping yesterday. So, we are out of icing sugar.
“Sally, step forward!’
Sally sheepishly stepped forward; she had thought she had missed out on this punishment session.
“How can you expect us to run a first-rate establishment if we do not know when we need more supplies? That was totally thoughtless sally, something I would expect from an airhead, bimbo sissy, not from you!”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”
Sally was wracking her brain; she was sure there was still plenty of icing sugar after she had finished her baking.”
“You will walk into town, fully dressed in your maid’s uniform this afternoon, in your highest heels and buy another packet of icing sugar. You will also put rings on all your fingers and toes. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress. “
It was a good one-hour walk to the village, this was going to be murder to do it in heels, she was imagining the blisters already. Funnily when she returned Bertha saw her and told her she found the icing sugar, it hadn’t run out after all! Oh well, it’s too late for sally.
Another challenge for karen was Frau Bertha could request sissy labour for help in the household and Hank Strongbow could request sissy labour in the garden whenever they pleased, so karen had to manage that and often found herself having to take up extra chores if the other two were needed elsewhere. It could get quite stressful for karen. Each morning karen would serve breakfast to Frau Bertha and Hank and find out if they needed the sissies for anything. It was rare for a day to pass without some call on the sissies. Karen would then have to rearrange the plans she had made for the sissies. When she tried to explain this was sometimes a challenge to Mistress Rosemary, she was given short shrift. She had to be flexible and learn how to ‘pivot’. Mistress Rosemary had been reading a lot of business books and liked to pass her wisdom on to karen.
Mistress Rosemary also liked to give karen sewing and embroidery tasks to add to her workload. A simple off-the-cuff comment like “that apron would look nice with a lace trim.” Could result in 8 hours of hand sewing in what little free time she did get. Karen had learnt not to complain and just suck it up though.
Karen was also accountable for the feedback from the guests. All guests were asked to complete a feedback form before they checked out and even a 4 out of 5 score would mean a punishment for karen. So, there was a big incentive for karen to drive her two sissies hard. If she were going to be punished, she would make sure they were punished too. Karen would often take her revenge on the other two sissies if there was a less-than-perfect score from the guest. She could be quite mean in fact. Picking on the slightest flaws in the sissy’s appearance or the slightest mistake in any of their work, that no one would ever notice. There is nothing worse than an underling who is given power above her station and takes to lording it over the others is there? That was karen to a tee. The other two really started to resent karen but there was nothing they could do.
Mistress Rosemary did the marketing and took the bookings as well as all the praise for running such a fine establishment. She came up with a brilliant slogan:
“Be a Lord or the Lady for the day, at Fairbourne Hall Manor stay.”
After she thought of that, she then came up with the feature that would set her manor stay apart from any other accommodation in the country. Each guest was given their own personal maid, on-call 24/7 for the duration of their stay. The sissy would be on call and do the guests bidding, it could be fetching food or drinks, laundry, ironing, a foot massage, or whatever the guest wanted. Mistress Rosemary even started a little ceremony when a guest checked in. Their allocated sissy maid kneels before the guest, Mistress clips a pager onto the sissy’s collar. The guest is given the remote control and they test the pager, hearing the beep that goes off in the sissy’s ear when they are paged. When the sissy hears the pager beep, they must drop everything and attend to the guest. Mistress even gets a report automatically of the time taken for the sissy to attend. Every sissy has a Key Performance Indicator of reporting within 1 minute of receiving a page or else!
If there was a female guest, Mistress Rosemary would reassure the lady that the sissy was not only forbidden but unable to do anything inappropriate because her personal sissy maid would be locked in a chastity device for the duration of the guest’s stay. Mistress Rosemary included the locking of the chastity device as part of the welcome ceremony at the beginning of each guest’s stay. All the sissies would feel so embarrassed at this event and hated it, having to display their tiny sissy clitty’s to the women and see them get locked into chastity. They could do nothing about it though, they had no choice but to obey.
Meanwhile business absolutely flourished. It was a huge success and after only one month of operation, bookings were flooding in, and many guests were booking to come again. Mistress Rosemary was now running Fairbourne Hall at a nice profit and not needing to touch Grandpa Rolly’s account that was set aside for upkeep. She increased the prices and received even more bookings! Mistress Rosemary was able to pay for the new roof on Fairbourne Hall without touching the maintenance fund. It was an amazing success.
For the sissies though it was busy busy busy. There was so much to do! Sally was a very accomplished cook; her baking was superb. Cakes, biscuits, and other delicious treats were her specialty. Of course, karen never let her taste any of her own creations, but it was not unknown for her to pinch a biscuit or two. The sissies’ meals were very bland. Mistress’s instructions were no spices or seasonings, the food must be cheap and healthy. The sissies’ only drink was water. Bland unseasoned lentil soup was their most common meal, with a grapefruit for vitamin C. All their clothing had to come from the church’s charity store, so they were very cheap to maintain. Mistress Rosemary could now afford to go to the hairdressing salon where she used to work and have her hair done weekly now. Oh, how she loved to skite about her sissy success story of a business to the girls in the salon!