I had settled down to the routine at the house deep in the Canadian woods. The house was warm, food plentiful, and my small room was comfortable. In the day I worked under the oversight of Mrs. Nichols, the stern housekeeper, helping in the kitchen, doing laundry and carefully accomplishing a variety of light chores.
The Master was gone from the house much of the time; he apparently had numerous financial interests that required him staying often in the nearest city While less demanding than upon my arrival, Mrs. Nichols was a strict mistress. If I was careless or slow, she would make me extend my soft palm, and deliver several painful blows with a wooden spoon, causing me to dance around pressing my wounded flesh under my arm till the agony subsided.
In the event of a more serious offense, like letting food burn or breaking a valuable ornament, she would order me to remove my underwear and bend over the wooden kitchen table, gripping the opposite edge with my hands. Taking a lithe cane from the bucket that stood in the corner, she would deliver six or seven hard strokes to my tender buttocks.
I was forbidden to move my hands before the caning ended, so that the cumulative effect of the stripes -- she had a very straight eye -- had to be endured without any soothing. These more serious punishments usually moved me to tears, and made me resolve to do better and be more obedient. Generally it was a day or two before I could sit comfortably
Mrs. Nichols seldom smiled, or spoke very much. But she did seem to take pleasure in chastising me. There was usually a faint smile and a flush on her handsome face when she was swinging a cane onto my bottom, and she would be breathing excitedly as she punished me. Nevertheless she was not capricious or unjust in punishing me. It was just that every offense required prompt, proper correction.
My daily costume was a simple, short cotton smock over tight white cotton panties, which hugged my round buttocks and rode up into the divide. Usually I was barefoot; the house was kept warm in the cold Canadian weather. Using ice and a needle, Mrs. Nichols had pierced my pretty little ears and nipples, and I wore several gold hoops there.
My hair, which is soft and silky, was growing long, and I regularly shaved my legs, underarms and pubis. I've always been of a submissive feminine nature, and I was quietly pleased with how much I resembled an attractive young woman. My Master's regular penetrations of my mouth and rectum had guided me to a state of surrender; I strove to please him in bed, and studied his responses carefully to see what gave him the most pleasure. His arousal greatly excited me, so that my small, but perfectly formed cock was in a constant state of erection while I was servicing him.
I was later to have my flat belly, small nose and pink tongue pierced as well, but those were done professionally. I had learned to highlight my eyes, cheeks and lips with makeup, and applied a light perfume and carefully rouged my nipples when summoned by the Master to his bed. When he was home, this occurred two or three times a week. For those occasions, I would wear brief, silky underthings; a lacy thong, a garter belt with long translucent white stockings that focused attention on my pale round bottom.
