I could hear Hannah reaching her edge and then falling over as I stood in my corner, locked in my cock cage, my nose pressed against the gusset of a pair of her pretty panties. I heard her breathing return to normal, slowly, and, eventually I heard her say,
“You were very good this morning darling. I have to say that the practice you are getting on our little maid is making you all the better at your duties. Come here.”
I walked over to our bed from my corner holding Hannah’s panties.
“Now I know it has been some time since you have ejaculated and it will be a while longer. But don’t look so disappointed. You know I like you chaste and a month or two, especially if I have Mady milk you once in a while, is not unbearable. But, my dear man, I am afraid those summer beers have taken their toll. Time to get back to your exercise routine and, delightfully, now that the weather is cooler, a good firm girdle is going to be part of your daily wear. I’ll have Mady lay one out for you after your shower. Now off you go and make sure your shower is refreshing. You can have a little hot water this week but unless I see three pounds gone by next week, you’ll be enjoying a cold shower every morning. Now give me a kiss and have your shower.”
Three pounds isn’t much and the threat of a cold shower every morning, while unpleasant, was not that serious. I washed carefully making sure to soap and then rinse my little cock cage. I was quite used to showering in my cage. It was not difficult but I had to make sure to dry the area very carefully to prevent any chaffing. I emerged to my dressing room where I found Mady.
She is not in uniform in the mornings simply because she has all manner of cleaning and housework to do. But she likes to wear a long linen skirt and one of many cotton shirts Hannah has been buying her. Her hair is usually up. She is often waiting for me when I finish my shower and takes advantage of my lack of clothing.
“So, a girdle for sir this morning. What fun. But I expect it will be even more fun with a few stripes. You know the position.”
There is a couch in my dressing room with overstuffed high arms. I went to it and bent over.
“Now sir, you know the rules. Stretch your arms out and make sure your chin is right on the seat. In yoga this is the Dog position, here it is the Naughty Dog. Ready?”
Since Hannah told Mady to begin to whip me regularly to establish her authority she has become very skillful with the cane. She does not bother with warm ups, she simply draws the cane back and whistles it towards my bottom. A bottom which usually bears bruises or welts from the last session. Unlike Hannah, Mady likes to cane me regularly and hard. “No point otherwise.” she says.
Four strokes in I was vocalizing and dancing a little at the end of the couch. Mady never tells me how many strokes she will give me. On Hannah’s instructions, Mady whips me until she is certain she has mad an impression. Apparently, today, eight hard strokes with a medium weight cane were sufficient.
“There,” she said on what proved to be the last stroke. “Now there is something for your pretty girdle to bite. Step into this sir. I’ll zip you up.”
The girdle pushed my caged cock back between my legs and I could feel my welted bottom being squeezed by its firm back panels.
“Well sir, now your pants will certainly fit nicely. And you look so smooth. Not like a man at all. Just as Madam prefers. And, I must admit, I prefer you this way myself. All so neat. Now all that’s needed is a good exercise program and you’ll look gorgeous for Christmas.”
With that she left me to dress and make my way downstairs to my office.
Back to school indeed.