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  MISTRESS REMINGTON’S VISIT
by Constance Pennington Smythe

An Excerpt from
Mistress Karin

By

Constance Pennington Smythe

© 2006 ISBN 978-1-60054-052-X

CHAPTER 4.

MISTRESS REMINGTON’S VISIT

As soon as the doorbell rang she quickly stopped what she was doing and rushed to the door. Suzette would be punished for tardiness if a guest had to ring twice. Mistress Karin did not like for her guests or visitors to be kept waiting.

Unfortunately, rushing to the door was not so easy. The maid’s day uniform required the wearing of five inch stiletto heels and Suzette had been rigorously trained to take small, dainty, heel-to-toe steps. Complicating matters was the visitor’s impatience, after a short pause following the first ring; the visitor rang two more times in quick succession. Though punishment was now assured, Suzette quickened her pace, knowing a fourth ring would make it worse. The quicker pace on the tottering heels drove the tightly-strapped anal plug deeper into the maid’s ass with each mincing step.

Suzette reached the door before the fourth ring and took a quick second to straighten her maid’s dress and apron before opening the door. She recognized Mistress Karin’s visitor as Miss Sheila Remington. Suzette curtsied daintily and greeted the visitor. “Good morning Miss Remington.”

Sheila Remington was an attractive woman in her mid-40s. She was a bit overweight, not what you would call fat, but with a woman’s voluptuous curves. Her auburn hair was elegantly coiffed and her makeup impeccably applied. She wore an expensive, tailored, skirted suit that was well fitted for her figure. Expensive pumps with stylish four inch heels adorned her feet. She slowly removed her kid leather gloves and eyed the maid before her.
The maid was of average build and at five-seven in her five inch heels should have towered over Mistress Remington. But Suzette had been trained, even when wearing the highest of heels, to crouch and stoop so as to be shorter than the ladies she served. So Mistress Remington gazed down at the frilly, feminine thing before her.

Suzette wore a knee-length black satin maid’s dress. White petticoats filled it out and nicely accented the white lace apron and lace accents on the dress. Wrist-length lace gloves, a satin neck choker and a white lace maid’s cap completed the outfit. Her legs were encased in black seamed stockings and her feet crammed into black-patent stiletto heels with pointed toes. She remained silent, crouching, hands folded demurely in front, awaiting the next command.
Mistress Remington circled the maid, her stylish pumps clicking on the foyer tile floor. She touched the maid’s waist. “I see your Mistress has corseted you. Do you like it?”


“Yes, Miss Remington” the maid said softly.
Sheila Remington stepped in front of the maid and, with an elegantly manicured nail, lifted the maid’s chin. “Why Suzette, you’re wearing makeup!”

Maid’s lips were a crimson red and the eyes highlighted with blue eye shadow and extremely long false eyelashes. A short black wig and long earrings completed maid’s look.
“Yes, Suzette, you’re turning into quite the lovely little thing. I bet Karin’s male guests can’t keep their hands off you.” A pained look came over the maid’s face. “Now run along and put my things away.”
Suzette took the gloves, hat, and coat of Mistress Remington and teetered off to put them away. As she walked away Sheila slipped her hand under the maid’s dress and pinched her ass. “Remember dear, small, dainty steps.” Sheila laughed to herself as she walked into the living room.
Karin Calloway rose from her chair to greet her guest as Sheila Remington entered the room. “Sheila, you look stunning! Are you ready for some shopping?”

“Karin dear, of course, and you also look wonderful. And your shoes! Are those new Manolos?”
The two women lightly embraced then stepped back. Karin Calloway extended her right foot to exhibit a stylish sling-back pump with a stiletto heel. “Yes, these are new. Aren’t they divine?”
“Oh yes,” replied Sheila. “I must look for some today.”

The women seated themselves on the couch in Karin’s tastefully decorated living room. Karin Calloway was also in her mid-forties, tall, and still with a decent figure. Her medium length red hair framed an oval face with features that could, at times, be stern and taciturn. But her expertly applied makeup and tasteful jewelry softened those features and gave her an attractive, almost aristocratic air. She wore a well fitted Chanel suit that flattered her long legs, ending in the stiletto heels. The overall effect would surely catch the eye of many, men and women alike, when she entered a room.

“Would you like some wine?” asked Karin.

“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you,” replied Sheila.

Karin picked up a small crystal bell from the table and gave it a couple of quick rings. The two women looked at each other and exchanged wicked smiles. A few seconds later Suzette entered the room, approached with the required short, dainty steps, and stopped, executing a deep curtsey before the two women. “Suzette, we’d like some white wine before we go shopping and bring me a cigarette.”
Suzette quickly retrieved Karin’s cigarette holder from the wooden box on the table and inserted a dark, European cigarillo. Suzette stood before Karin and handed her the cigarette holder, bending over deeply at the waist to expose her ass. Sheila nodded approvingly at the submissive display.
Karin took the cigarette holder from her maid and waited while the maid proffered a light. Suzette remained bent over while Karin lit her cigarette and then exhaled a stream of smoke into Suzette’s face. “Perhaps our guest would also like a cigarette,” said Karin. Suzette turned to face Mistress Remington who had already removed her own cigarette holder from her purse. The cigarette lighting procedure was repeated for Mistress Remington and then Suzette was dismissed to fetch the wine. The women laughed.

“Karin, you’ve done a wonderful job of training him. He’s becoming extremely obedient, docile and feminine,” said Sheila.

“Yes,” replied Karin, “everything a husband should be.”

After Suzette served the wine Karin said curtly, “You may dust in here while we talk.” Suzette curtsied and returned with the feather duster.

In preparation for Mistress Remington’s visit Suzette had cleaned and dusted the room the night before and again that morning. She knew that the room didn’t need any cleaning. The damned room is spotless! I’m just dusting to entertain the ladies. With the duster in her right hand and her left hand placed sexily on her left hip, Suzette proceeded to mince around the room with short dainty steps. When dusting low objects she made it a point to bend low, at the waist, to show the frilly panties that Karin made her wear. The two women continued to sit on the sofa, drink their wine and make small talk. They hardly seemed to pay attention to Suzette’s chores. But Suzette knew that the slightest dereliction in her duties would be noticed and would earn her immediate punishment.


“I noticed that Suzette was wearing makeup, that’s rather new isn’t it?” asked Sheila.
“Yes,” replied Karin, “it’s something we just started a few days ago. And it hasn’t been easy.”
“Really?”
“Oh you should have seen it, Suzette threw such a little hissy fit.” Karin snapped her fingers and curtly said “Suzette!”
Suzette immediately assumed her position.
“Turn around and show Sheila your ass,” ordered Karin.
Suzette turned and bent at the waist. She lifted her maid’s dress and petticoats and pulled down the pretty panties to reveal an ass covered with purple welts.
“Your crop?” asked Sheila.
“Yes, after an extended session with the crop, Suzette became more amenable to the idea of makeup, didn’t you dear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Suzette.
“Come closer,” ordered Mistress Remington.
Suzette backed up, tottering precariously on her heels.
Sheila used one long and exquisite fingernail and slowly traced a line over one of the welts. Suzette flinched, the area was quite tender. Karin picked up the ever-present crop from the table and quickly and expertly laid a blow directly over one of the welts.
“Don’t fidget!” barked Karin. “My guest wants to examine you.” Sheila continued her wicked examination of Suzette’s ass.
“You know I had to ring three times today,” said Sheila.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that,” replied Karin. “Of course you may punish her for that.”
“Thank you, I’d enjoy that,” smiled Sheila. “I think I’d like to redden that little ass with a paddle. Perhaps Suzette can fetch the wooden paddle?”
Karin clapped her hands. Suzette stood up, straightened her dress, and curtsied to the women on the way to her errand.
“Karin, darling, she is an absolute jewel! You’ve done a wonderful job.”
“Well,” replied Karin, “some parts of the training have been easier than others. Strict discipline and punishment had to be used.


A lot of submissive men like that, up to a point. Taking them past that point, to the unknown and unfamiliar is where we really break them and begin to control them completely. And yet, Suzette was easier than most. As a husband he worshipped me and was devoted to me. So it was really only a matter of reinforcing those submissive tendencies and then feminizing him into Suzette the maid.”
“But don’t you miss men?” asked Sheila.

Karin laughed. “Darling, I have lovers whenever I want them, but it is always on my terms. And of course when they come to call Suzette greets them and waits on them. She prepares me for my dates, bathes me, does my feet, and shines my shoes. It torments and humiliates her so. But she knows it pleases me so she accepts it, not that the little bitch really has any choice in the matter. Of course many of my lovers want oral sex, but I simply abhor the idea of taking a man’s cock into my mouth. But men do seem to like it don’t they? I’ve considered relegating those duties to Suzette.”
“You’d have your husband suck your lover’s cock!” exclaimed Sheila.
“Suzette, my maid, would perform those services for my lovers. I don’t imagine my lovers really care who it is sucking them off as long as they get to shoot their load into the pert, soft mouth of some slut. I’d dress Suzette in a short, tight skirt and fuck-me pumps so my dates could get sucked off by a real slut. I’ve had her practice on a dildo. I do want her to be proficient at it. Oh, here’s our little slut now, with the paddle.”
Suzette returned with the paddle, stood in front of the two women and curtsied.
“Miss Remington, I apologize for my poor performance in answering the door today and beg you to administer discipline with this paddle.” Suzette bowed low, extending the long wooden paddle to Miss Remington.
“Thank you Suzette, depending on how well you accept my beating I may accept your apology.” Sheila took the paddle. “How many strokes do you recommend?” she asked Suzette.

“Perhaps six would be sufficient, Miss Remington?” asked Suzette. Her voice was halting, with a trace of fear and trepidation.

“I shall deliver twelve of the best, dear, and expect you to earnestly beg for more when I’m done,” said Sheila. She and Karin exchanged wicked smiles and laughed.

“Thank you, Miss Remington.” Suzette’s reply was resigned and fearful. Twelve with the wooden paddle across my crop-marked ass is going to hurt. And Mistress Remington is expecting me to beg, and beg sincerely, for more. Shit!
“You marked her up pretty good with your crop Karin, I’m afraid the paddle is only going to make things worse,” said Sheila.
Karin idly shrugged her shoulders in a ‘so what’ gesture. If they do what they’re told they won’t get beaten, well, most of the time.

Sheila rose from the sofa and led Suzette to the center of the living room. Suzette was bent over and made to pull down her panties and hold up her dress and petticoats, exposing her ass. Sheila raked her nails over the welts and Suzette flinched. Sheila smiled and cooed, “So tender, poor baby.”
The first blow landed on the right ass cheek directly over a couple of welts from Karin’s crop. The second blow landed in exactly the same place, as did the third. Suzette’s knees were shaking. Not fair, not fair! Suzette moaned to herself, they’re supposed to distribute the blows, move them around.
Sheila stopped to rake her nails over the reddening ass and purple welts before delivering a fourth blow to the same place.

Suzette’s ass was on fire, her knees shaking uncontrollably. She wanted to use her hands to protect her ass, but to do that was to invite a worse and longer punishment.
Sheila continued her assault, placing the remaining blows in different places, but always over the red crop welts. The sixth blow landed, mercifully enough, lower, on the back of the right thigh. Sheila walked in front of Suzette and held the paddle to Suzette’s face. Suzette kissed the paddle saying, “Thank you Miss Remington.”
Sheila moved behind Suzette and delivered the last six blows, alternating them between the left and right ass cheeks.
Sheila walked in front of Suzette and lifted her chin with the paddle. Tears were streaming down Suzette’s face. Sheila smiled and said, “Well?”

“Thank you Miss Remington,” stammered Suzette between sobs, “may I please have six more?”
Sheila reached around and raked her nails across Suzette’s sore and reddened ass. “SIX!” Sheila yelled. “You think I should waste my time with another measly six!?!” Sheila yelled and pinched Suzette’s ass.

“Please, oh please Mistress, another seven…please?” begged Suzette.

“Bitch!” yelled Sheila and slapped Suzette’s face. Karin nodded approvingly.

Suzette was beside herself. “Please Mistress, another ten, please I beg you.”
Sheila stood silently before Suzette, idly and menacingly slapping the paddle against her thigh.
Resignedly, Suzette, her voice near breaking, pleaded, “Please Mistress, please, another twelve, I beg you, please.” She was near panic and desperate at the thought of begging for twelve more, but to refuse, to refuse, that would only invite something worse. Suzette was going to have to dig down and find a way to get through it.
“Yes”, nodded Sheila, “yes, I believe you do beg me. Stay bitch!”

Suzette remained bent, holding up her dress and petticoats. Her back and legs hurt from holding the position, her ass was a sea of pain, and yet there was more to come. She was in despair. She could hear the women behind her talking in hushed tones and laughing. Then she heard a ripping sound, like tape being torn.

Sheila walked in front of Suzette and showed her two pieces of duct tape, each piece about two inches by six inches. Smiling, Sheila walked behind Suzette and roughly applied a piece of tape to each tender, swollen and red buttock.
The next twelve blows with the dreaded wooden paddle were applied evenly, six to each piece of tape. After the last blow Suzette was sobbing and shaking, but had held her position.
Sheila once again appeared in front of Suzette and held the paddle before Suzette’s trembling lips. Through her tears Suzette cried, “Thank you Mistress,” as she kissed the paddle.

Sheila laughed. “I accept your apology Suzette, and now we must remove the tape.”
Suzette felt hands probing her bruised and battered ass and sharp fingernails digging in the tender flesh around the tape. Mistress Remington finally got an edge of the tape loose and started to s-l-o-w-l-y pull it off.
“You may cry, and wail and beg me to stop Suzette. In fact it would please me to hear you do so,” said Ms. Remington. Sheila continued to slowly remove the tape, using her free hand and her elegant fingernails to scratch and pinch the bruised and raw flesh.

“No! Stop! Please stop, no, no, please stop,” wailed Suzette. After the first piece of tape was removed Sheila gave the exposed flesh a stinging slap with her hand. Suzette shuddered. The entire process was repeated on the other ass cheek, the tape slowly removed and the exposed flesh violated.

Finally finished administering the punishment, Sheila Remington sat down on the couch saying, “I need a cigarette.”
Karin clapped her hands. “Suzette, get us some more wine and a cigarette!”
Suzette stood up, straightened her dress, petticoats and apron, put cigarettes in ladies holders, and then lit the cigarettes. She curtsied, rather clumsily, and left to fetch more wine.
“Well done,” said Karin.

“Yes,” replied Sheila, “she won’t be able to sit down tomorrow, but she took it well enough.”
When the women finished their wine and cigarettes they stood and prepared to leave. Karin rang the bell to summon Suzette.

Suzette entered and curtsied, crouching so she was shorter than the dominant and superior females who stood before her. Her eyes were red from crying.
“We’re leaving, get our things,” commanded Karin.

Suzette curtsied and left to get the women’s coats, hats, gloves and purses. The two women walked into the foyer where Suzette was waiting. As Suzette assisted them with their coats Karin snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet. While the women pulled on their kid leather gloves Suzette knelt to give their shoes a final cleaning with her tongue.
The two women made small talk while Suzette lavishly tongued their fashionable pumps clean. Finally satisfied, Karin kicked Suzette away. “Up!” she ordered.
Suzette rose to her submissive crouch.

“We’re going shopping, you have your list of chores,” said Karin. “Oh, be sure to practice your dancing. I’m having a party this weekend and I expect my guests to be suitably entertained. I want a lot of hot, slutty moves. Trudi says you’re coming along nicely so we’re expecting quite a show.” Both women turned on the heels of their elegant footwear and walked out.

Suzette slowly walked to the kitchen to get the list of chores she would perform. On her way she stopped and turned on the stereo. Might as well have some music and practice my moves while I work. Suzette picked up the list and saw that she would never finish everything by the time Karin returned. Can it get any worse?
It could and it would.


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