Please Bully Me, Master!

Of course she would be punished after making such a horrid mistake on her first day.

To think she had the audacity of spilling hot cider on her master's lap! She tried stuttering an apology about how it was an accident and that she didn't see the corner of the rug, hidden in the shadows cast from the fireplace's glow. The beloved master simply stood up, smiled, and calmly said he would have to teach her a lesson in maintaining grace and balance tomorrow. After all, mastering such things was of vital importance for any lovely young woman. She dropping her head low in a both a small bow of apology, and also an attempt to hide her glowing red cheeks. Giving her a final pat on the head, he told her to retire early and see him immediately after breakfast.

That night she went to sleep imagining all sorts of possibilities on what her master had in store for her, many of which involved holding her close and touching her -- of course, only for the sake of correcting her posture, to better teach her. It's not like it could lead to anything more intimate, right? Even if it actually was a very common theme in the rather large collection of steamy romance novels she had brought with her from the maid agency.  Not coincidentally, most of them had the common theme of a master entering a forbidden relationship with his personal maid. And as it was with the pages of her novels, her head began to fill with scenarios of this kind as she lay beneath the linen sheets, at least until imaginings eventually gave way to dreams, and she drifted off to sleep.

It was not until she awoke the next morning that she would finally realize that her beloved master had something else in mind.

Returning from her morning wash in the servant's bath, she had found her long uniform skirts missing from her wardrobe, all replaced with embarrassingly short mini-skirts. Similarly, all her cotton panties were removed and in their place was very thin lace panties with side-ties.

She approached him after breakfast as per his instructions, as he sat waiting for her in the sitting room chair, with the morning papers on the table beside him.

She entered the room awkwardly as she tried to move her thighs and tail as little as possible, lest she accidentally flair up her very short skirt, or work loose the knots of her black side-tie panties. For the same reason she kept her posture as straight as possible, since bending over even slightly would reveal far more than she wished. The beloved master smiled at the sight of this.

"M-master..." She whimpered, partly as a morning greeting, but also as an unconscious plea for mercy from this humiliating punishment.

The master stood up and walked towards her. Nervously, she tugged down the front of her skirt to better look modest before him, but soon realized this was a mistake, as he stepped around her and gave her bottom a sharp smack with his open palm. She let out a yelp and stumbled a half-step forward, and began to tear up in confusion and shame. Perhaps realizing he might have gone too far, the master again placed his hand on the lacy surface of her panties, but this time giving her rear a gentle rub motion, as an apology of sorts.

As he rubbed her, he leaned forward and softly spoke into her ear, his soothing voice and hot breath sending chills down her spine and warmth into her cheeks.

“The head maid tells me you have been causing some trouble since your arrival here.”

“M-master, I p-promise I won't--”

“Shhh...” He whispered, blowing harder into her ear and causing her to grow even more flustered. The smell of Master wafted into her nose and caused her heart to beat even harder.

Removing his hand from her bottom, he began to stroke her feathery tail to help calm her.

Continuing to speak softly into her ear, he said, “Today forth until such a time as I find you worthy of me, I shall take your discipline into my own hands. A poor servant reflects a poor task master, as they say.”

“Your failures I will punish.” His free hand gave a light tug on one of the side-ties of her panties, causing it to gently slide down between her legs to the floor. She instinctively tried to drop to the floor to conceal her exposed underside, but found that her masters arms had wrapped around her waist and prevented her from moving. Her heart felt like it ready to pop out of her chest.

“But your successes...” The beloved master moved a hand from her waist to brush over her small but sensitive chest, “...I will see reward. Do you understand?”

He finally released her and stepped back. No longer leaning on the master for support, her weak legs finally gave way as she collapsed to the floor in a sitting position. It took her a few moments to recover from the shock of this mornings' events and turn to look for where he panties fell.

The master cleared his throat. Turning to look over at him, she saw him hold up the ball of black lacy fabric in his closed hand. “I believe today is good weather for shopping, wouldn't you agree?”

She opened her mouth to say something – what exactly, she wasn't even sure yet – but before she could, he tucked the cloth into his coat pocket and turned to leave, only adding, “I believe today is good weather for shopping, wouldn't you agree? Now's as good a time as any to show you around the town...”

She let our a sad whimper as if a lost puppy, but stood up and followed her master to the entryway despite the very uncomfortable sensation of the cool air brushing past her exposed privates. Her heartbeat was as strong as ever as she approached the front door. But it was only when she consciously tried to stop herself from wagging her feathery tail (to prevent it from pushing up her skirt) did she realize that maybe it was more than just fear that was causing her heart to beat so quickly.