"Well I think that about finishes the easy part of this, oh wait there is one more paper. This is a contract between you and me; it is a statement of employment. You are to be employed as my maid. You will take all of your instructions, orders for uniforms, work schedules, and other services of my choosing. Your salary will be room and board. Your medical expenses of my choosing, and an allowance of monies, that will be used for the purchase of all the items that you need to do your job. And it finally states that I will have the power to do the spending from your wages and that you will not use any money unless first getting permission from me. Sign it!" I signed the paper where my name was printed. Julie chimed in, "I forgot to show you this one, Shirley, It is a legal name change form. It changes his mane from Don Hastings to Donna Hastings. This way at the wedding he will be able to take your last mane and have a feminine first one." "Sign it!" I signed the paper where my name was printed. There it was my fate all signed sealed and delivered to my new Mistress and soon to be wife. Oh what did I do in the name of love? I really wonder what it said in all that writing that she never let me really look at. What did I agree to? I was worried. "Stand up Donna. We are now going to enter my new playroom. I'm sure you wondered what was going on in the cellar during the days that the construction was going on down there. I have made some really nice reconstructions down there and I'm sure you will find them especially interesting. This is the room where your discipline will take place. Before you get to cum tonight you are about to find out just what I mean by discipline. Of course Sara and Julie will whiteness and participate in it. I was still leashed by my cock and balls by the scarf and Sara pulled me along the hallway. We came to the cellar door and Mistress Shirley tool a key and opened it. We all walked down the stairs with me in the rear. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like something out of a medieval dungeon. There was an X frame on the wall. A pummel horse stood in the open. There was also a table of sorts near it. On the walls were some things I couldn't make out but were straps of leather and chrome buckles and rings. On one wall were an assortment of paddles and crops. To say I was scared at this point was an understatement. I was brought over to the pummel and strapped down. My ankles had leather cuffs on them, also my knees and upper thighs. My panties were lowered and I was then cuffed at the wrists, elbows and upper arms. I couldn't move. I heard the doorbell ring and Julie went to answer it. Meanwhile Mistress Shirley had dressed in a leather outfit that would make a dominatrix green with envy. She had on a leather bra and panty set, a waist cincher that brought in her already slim waist down even smaller. Attached to her cincher was a pair of black stockings. They were so shear that you really had to look, and only the fact that her legs were darker and you could see the seams on the full fashion stockings let you know they were on her. On her feet was a pair of the highest heels I had ever seen and they shined, I'm sure they were patent leather. Around her neck was a very pretty scarf, rolled up and tied so the ends were on either side of her shoulder. She walked over to the wall and took down a leather slapper. As she walked over to me, Julie and a man I had never met entered the room. "Hello Shirley." He said. "Is this the sissy boy you told me about?" "Yes, I would like you to meet Donna. He, err, a, she has been shown my new playroom for the first time tonight. Sara and Julie have been invited to see what happens. And as for you, well, you are here to show Donna what a real man is like. She is going to be cuckold for the second time tonight, but with some discipline thrown in for grins." "Donna, I am going to give you 10 strokes and when I am finished you will either beg me to cuckold you or you will receive more punishment." With that she started beating my ass. When the first one landed it stung, it wasn't as bad as I imagined. By the third stroke my ass was on flames. I hadn't thought about how a repetitive stroke would add on to each other. By the seventh I started to cry. When the final stroke landed I was ready to beg. "Please Ma'am, would you make me a cuckold? I beg of you, have your way with this man in front of me. I can't take the spanking." "You beg nicely, but I don't think your being very sincere. I think I should impress you a bit more." The girls and their new friend started to laugh. "Watching this is great." Stated Greg. 'I have never seen a sissy spanking before." Whap, my ass stung again! "Please Mistress!" Smack, smack, whump, on it went till I had received another 10. Through my tears I pleaded with her again.