I remember being desperate for my first spanking. In these days there was no net and finding anyone who would take on this task was almost impossible. I dropped hints to girlfriends and in social groups in the form of a joke, which were always met with an eerie silence.
The only way of getting in touch with a professional mistress was through an advert in a magazine bought in a seedy magazine shop.
I contacted a mistress from one of the advertisements in the magazine that I had just bought and nervously asked for some details. She worked from a large house in the country and asked me to write a scenario of my fantasises and sent it to her. This mistress looked very attractive and bone shimmeringly evil just what I thought I wanted!
Long blonde curly hair falling over a bitchy face, big boobs bursting to get out of her tight bodice, silk panties, black silk stocking and high black shiny heels.
In my scenario she would have me strip in front of her and then have me step into a pair of her white cotton panties. She would read out her rules, one of which would be that no erections were allowed in her panties. If I did get hard she would punish me anyway she liked.
I'd serve her drinks and food and every now and then she would put her hand into my panties to check if I had an erection or not. If I did I would be punished for having an offending hard cock in her panties. I would be put over her knee, my panties lowered and soundly spanked until the offending phallus had softened.
The mistress would sometimes call me for an erection inspection and luckily for me, find me soft. That was until she rubbed the front of my panties deliberately getting me hard so she could have me over her knee once again.
Every now and again she'd come into my kitchen, her black high heels clicking on the tiles, bend me over the sink, lower my panties and whip me with her crop just for the hell of it, because she could!
It was a fantasy that looked great on paper and I sent it away to her hoping for the best. I soon got a reply saying how much she loved my idea and said I could also be dressed as a maid and help around the house and would be punished if I got into trouble. I didn't take much notice of that last line as I was so happy that she was going to take me in hand.
It was quite a long car journey as from what I had gathered the mIstress had free use of a mansion weekends. I drove up the long gravel drive to the large ominous house, my nerves on edge the whole way. It was a long way to go for a first spanking and having to leave so early didn't exactly get me in the mood.
I pulled into the large gravel parking area in front of the old impressive mansion and went to the door. I was greeted by a large burly man in a maids uniform who looked hideous.
I was very nervous already but now I was scared. He curtsied and introduced himself as maid Amber and welcomed me in. I stood fixed to the spot as I was having very big doubts already.
"Come on in, don't be shy." He said with an awful attempt at a female voice. Against my better judgement I stepped in and the sound of the huge door slamming behind me set my nerves jangling.
As soon as I was in I another maid greeted me. This one was smaller and more feminine in appearance and introduced herself as maid Clair. He had more grace and charm and came close to pulling off looking like a woman.
They took me to a small musky room that had clothes pegs and a door leading to else where.
The two maids stood between me and the door I had just come through, which kept my nerves on edge.
The maid Clair held out a pair of white ruffle fluffy panties.
"Take your clothes off and hang them on the pegs provided and then slip on these."
I gasped in shock.
Maid Clair shook the garment and then held the panties open for me to step into before I could even speak.
"Come on get your clothes off," she ordered.
I over come my inertia took a breath and protested, "No, no, no! This isn't what I asked for."
There was one thing on my mind, 'Get out' and I moved towards the door only for the two maids to block my way.
"Excuse me," I said as I pushed lightly against them, the frills of the more petite maids uniform right under my nose. They were unyielding, standing in silent resolution against my obvious need to get out.
"Excuse me!" I shouted louder and straight away an old lady came in from the door behind me.
"What seems to be the problem?" She politely asked.
"He won't get undressed," informed the maid Amber.
"There's been a mistake, I didn't want any of this, I just wanted to see Mistress Liz," I nervously declared, my body beginning to hyperventilate.
"And so you shall," soothed the old lady, "don't worry about them just come this way," She beckoned.
Once again I tried to explain that I had come to see Mistress Liz and not be involved with other men. I was very adamant I was leaving. The old woman was very understanding. She explained it was just part of other activities that were going on and I would get to serve Mistress Liz without the maids around.
I calmed down slightly when she ordered the maids out of the room but I was still on edge. "Come on through, once you relax you'll be okay, come on," She coaxed, "Mistress Liz will be ever so disappointed if you don't see her."
That was the line that got to me and finally had me following her into her room. It had a large lighted mirror with a table before it with all sorts of make-up on. Before it was a large leather bound reclining chair.
I soon found her name was Angela and she certainly knew what she was doing and I'm sure she was well practised in soothing novices. "Didn't you know you were going to be dressed as a maid to serve Mistress Liz?"
The "to be dressed as a Maid." Line reverberated around my head as I struggled to recall the letter I had received. In my mind I honestly thought that I would be teased in panties only. Thinking about the letter hard, line by line, I now knew I had made a silly mistake. I had got carried away in my own fantasy and it was obvious what she had in mind all along.
I gave in and Angela persuaded me out of my clothes. I stood naked in front of her remarkably composed as in my dreams I thought I'd be blushing like a virgin bride.
She held open a pair of white fluffy panties and I obediently stepped into them. She quickly pulled them up hard under my balls and laughed as I swallowed noisily giving my package a cheeky squeeze as she did so.
"Sit back in the chair," Angela instructed and I obeyed. I lay back as she applied foundation make-up, blusher, mascara, lipstick and gloss, talking to me all the time, relaxing me and taking me away from the fact that I was being feminised wearing just a pair of white ruffle panties.
She painted my nails and fitted on my long brunette wig and then took my measurements. It was only as I lay reclined in that chair that I had time to think of my position. I was alone in full make up, naked bar a pair of panties. I began to feel vulnerable as the loneliness brought thought and doubt and I longed for the return of Angela.
It felt like she had been away an age when she returned with a few maids uniforms. She handed me a black lacy garter belt.
"This should fit you," she informed, "slip it on and we'll get a pair of stockings on you."
