A horrible alarm woke me up the next morning. The rubber mattress was uncomfortable and humid, I had a splitting headache, and my throat was dry as a desert. You had placed the old alarm clock next to the mattress and as I hammered the button to stop the shrieking noise, I saw that it was only 6:45 am. Next to the clock was a handwritten message, but before I could read it, I needed to pee. My cock was securely locked up in the cage, so I had to sit down and hold the cage to avoid messing all over the toilet.

A glass of cold water stilled the worst thirst, and I looked at the message on the floor. It was a long list of house chores – I had to vacuum and wash the main floor as well as removing the punishment mattress as well as cleaning the bathroom, before waking you with freshly brewed coffee. My ultrashort maid dress was laid out, including the white apron, but I was not allowed any underwear, so my cock-cage would be swinging free between my legs.  

I blushed as I pulled the dress over my head. Looking in the mirror, did nothing to reduce my humiliation - it pictured a big musculus man dressed in a tight and super short black dress with white trim and a white apron. I knew that any movement would reveal my caged cock and belted behind. I started the work still feeling hungover and knowing that any spots would result in additional punishment.  

I knew that I would have at least three hours of work before waking you up. Walking into the kitchen I gulped as I saw my belt on top of a message from you. "Just leave the belt – naughty boy, it will be needed for more spankings throughout the day." I knew too well that I would have to accept several punishment sessions – and I also knew that no matter how hard I tried, you would find something to pick on. 

Finally, I was done with the living room and downed another large glass of water. It was medicine for my hangover. Luckily, our house had a perfect location with a beautiful view and was hidden from the road, so my outfit was not spotted by anyone. But as I lay on the bathroom floor scrubbing the floor tiles, I felt quite ridiculous baring my reddened behind as the dress was piling around my chest.  

Soon only the kitchen remained. I turned on the coffee machine and started to empty the dishwasher. I prepared your favorite coffee and a piece of chocolate on a small tray. Before entering the bedroom, I politely knocked on the door. "Come in, slave" you mumbled sleepily.

I opened the door and placed the coffee on the nightstand before obediently kneeling by the bedside. I remained quiet and in position as you sipped your coffee and gradually woke up. I could not resist staring at your beautiful legs. My eyes traveled upwards admiring your 32D breasts – I loved the size and the softness and forgot that as a slave for the day, I should look down. You caught me staring and teased me by removing the cover and showing me your body in all its glory. "Naughty boy – you should not stare," you smiled. "That little obedience will result in some additional punishment."  

"You are probably speculating about today's punishment," you said nonchalantly. "I have made a lot of plans for today, but your staring made me hot, so now I just want you between my legs. I want your tongue, I want to come, and when you have given me an orgasm to remember, I will outline the rest of your punishment."  

Obediently I crawled between your legs. Your musky smell and the sight of your tempting nakedness made my lust rise and my cock uncomfortably straining in the tight confinement. Trying to please you as best I could, I positioned my tongue on your warm and inviting flower. You pushed into me, craving for more, almost suffocating me as I licked, sucked, and explored you – as I knew would drive you crazy. It did not take long before you locked your legs behind my back and squeezed me hard as your body started to shake in a powerful orgasm.  

We lay close together without moving. I was still tired, and the soft and comfortable bed felt good compared to the punishment mattress, so I could hardly stay awake and dozed off. But after a few minutes of relaxing your breath was normal and you pushed me onto the floor.

"Now I must go pee and I will take a quick shower, but when I am back, I expect you on the bed, bare but in the air. The first punishment will be six of my best with the cane."

I gulped when you mentioned the cane, but I picked it from the closet, and positioned myself as requested with the cane next to me – the short skirt did nothing to cover my behind. I waited – but soon you turned the shower off. My heart was hammering in fear of the pain I knew would come. The wait was torture and a real test of my self-control.  Half of me wanted to escape, but the other part wanted to stay and take my well-deserved punishment with pride. 

"I can see there is a naughty boy ready for his punishment," you coyishly laughed entering the bedroom.

I admired your body as you teased me by seductively putting on black lacy panties and a matching bra.  "You are a good, brave boy accepting your punishment," you said and gave me a kiss on the cheek and took the cane in your hand.

The comforting words made me proud – and I steeled myself to take my punishment without protests. I heard the cane whisper through the air and a searing pain spread in my buttocks. I breathed hard but held the position as the next stroke hit. I groaned in pain but managed to keep my position. You waited a bit longer, so I had time to compose myself before the third stroke hit just below the two previous. I wailed in pain and felt my eyes starting to get wet. The fourth and fifth were delivered quite rapidly leaving me screaming in pain.

"Relax, or it will be even more painful," you ordered as you observed me clenching my buttocks in fear before the sixth stroke.

I managed to relax and knew that was a signal for you to deliver the final stroke. My ass was on fire, and I gladly accepted your invitation to relax on the comfortable bed.  

"You know that I am hosting the wine club today," you said. "I expect you to help me in the kitchen and I expect you to serve us during the evening. I will buy you a new maid outfit – you can only pray that the skirt is a little longer than the one you are wearing now. When everyone has arrived, you will address them and explain why you are punished." 

"I would recommend that you do your very best, because we will all have scorecards, and at the end of the evening, we will summarize your score and decide on your final punishment before you are to be released."  

All the blood drained from my face – this was going too far. I knew all too well who was coming tonight. "You can't be serious," I protested. "Remember Kate is working for me now!" Just by wording the protest my hands were shaking nervously. I had hired Kate as marketing coordinator a year ago – how could I face her in the office on Monday after this? 

You held my face and looked me deep in the eyes. "Trust me – it will be a humiliating punishment, but I will tell you a secret about the wine club. We are not entirely focused on wine; we all share a curiosity for dominance and submission. Among us there is one Domina, two subs and two of us are switches. You can spend the day trying to figure out who is what," you said with a teasing smile. "To make it easier for you – you are not the only one up for some punishment today, and if you are obedient and do as you are told – you will be rewarded by watching the rest of the punishments." 

“But now I want you to shower so that we can go shopping. You will be allowed to wear regular clothes, but to remind you of your punishment, I will replace the boxer with one of my lacy panties. It will be a tight reminder of your punishment day.”