“But, but, I have done nussing wrong Eileen,” said the trembling French Feminized Sissy Maid through his tears. “Eet eez not my fault that zee Master put heez hand on my pantees. Zee Mistress, she make us wear zeez sexee, sexee outfeets avec zee high heels, zee garter belts and zee sexee nylons.  Zee Master, he can not keep heez hands off of my bottom and my teets.  Eee touches all zee bottoms of all zee sissy maids.”

 “Silence!” shouted Eileen.  “You know very well that Madame likes to provoke the Master with all of us wearing sexy clothes, to include Madame herself.  But, you -  you little tart, you swished that sexy little bottom of yours right in front of the Master’s face.  Of course he was going to reach out and touch that pretty panty covered ass of yours. And now, well – now you must pay for your indiscretion.”

 Fifi began to sob almost uncontrollably, remembering the last whipping he received from Madame.  The welts on his buttocks and the backs of his thighs didn’t heel for two weeks.  Madame was a largish, mature figured, woman in her early 60s who knew how to swing a horsewhip with accuracy and power. Fifi knew that Madame was in her dressing room this very minute where other sissy maids -- some feminized with hormones and breast implants and emasculation of the genitals like him, others having been spared that level of complete feminization -- were helping the Mistress of the house out of the evening gown she had worn at dinner and were busily lacing her slightly plumpish legs into the custom crafted, black patent leather, extremely long, thigh high, six inch stiletto heeled boots that she always wore as a sign of dominance whenever she punished one of her household maids.  Fifi remembered those wicked looking boots from his last session under the lash of the Mistress of the house. They reached clear to her crotch, covering her stocking tops, garters and even the hem of her open bottomed girdle, and looking all the more ominous to a kneeling and submissive maid about to a receive a whipping from the hands of the large woman wearing them. Fifi remembered quite vividly the condescending and evil grin on Madame’s face as she pulled on her elbow length, stiff leather gauntlets and the cigarette holder in her teeth. Fifi could still remember the stern scolding he received throughout the administrations of the 20 or so lashes to his soft femininely white flesh, admonishing him for being such a brazen slut and a filthy little tart.

 After Eileen had finished lacing the tearful and frightened maid’s arms into the binding glove and led the sissy down the hallway to Madame’s room, Fifi thought he could hear the swishing sound of Madame taking practice strokes through the air to warm up her whipping arm. “Please, Eileen, please help me! Please tell Madame, zet eet was not my fault.” But adorable and sexy shemale maid's pleas fell on deaf ears. Any such action on the part of Eileen would only subject her to the same severe punishment at the hands of the Mistress of the house, who, by now, was appropriately dressed, completely warmed to the task, and would undoubtedly welcome the prospect of punishing anyone else who might question her authority.