It was pathetic, you tried to throw a tantrum but in your high heels and short maid dress you didn’t display more than a sad little show, one heel stomping on the ground and your fists clenching at your side while they both just sat on the sofa and watched your reaction. This one hurt, they agreed that you’d been perfect, chores done on time and to an excellent standard, you had been respectful using ma'am and sir while your feminisation had progressed even further, long hair replaced wigs, your makeup was improving as well. It was all for nought. They called you to the living room the last Saturday of the month and for the second month in a row you’d go without release. No matter how complimentary they were about you didn’t help soothe the pain and disappointment across your face.
“Can I be excused?” You asked meekly and you saw it in his face, he was going to say no, you were going to have to stand there and process your undeserved denial quietly waiting for them to need you but your wife spoke first answering with a soft smile.
It earned a raised eyebrow from her bull but you didn’t care, thanking them with a deep curtsy you left all but running to your room where you fell straight onto the bed, head sinking into the fabric to hide your face as you pulled the pillows around you as you tried your best to contain your crying but sniffling and tears still broke through.
There was a soft knock at the door before it opened, you didn’t need to look you knew who it was, only your wife knocked whereas her bull would’ve just walked in. You felt her sit on the side of the bed and her hand ran through your hair, the comfort sent a warm thrill down your back.
“It wasn’t the answer you were expecting?” She asked and you nodded into the bed, her voice was soft and soothing just as her hand in your hair was calming.
Turning your face to the side so she’d easily hear you. “You both said I did everything r-right.”
It was the way your voice broke at the end, it was pathetic being reduced to a whimpering mess about being denied an orgasm.
“Oh baby I know it doesn’t seem fair but he has a point right?” She asked knowingly, you could hear the smile in her voice, she knew what the answer was and you hated that you knew it to.
She was right she always was, after the first month of denial your service had improved dramatically, you cleaned his car and took over the chores of his house as well as your own, even with the extra work load your standards only improved and you even found time for your tutorials to increase your feminisation, the breast forms blended into your skin more while the care you put into your nails was easier now to maintain after watching videos online.
His words haunted your mind.
“Yes you were excellent, you ticked all the boxes and you certainly deserve a release but you’re not going to have one.”
“What?” You had asked surprised, he tilted his head with that reminding smile and you quickly added. “Sir.”
Nodding his approval on remembering his title he added. “We’ve been doing research online.” pausing to move his hand onto your wife’s leg he squeezed it. “And they recommend trying three months of straight denial. So, if you want to think positive about it this time next month you’ll definitely be getting a release… If you keep up this level of effort of course.”
He added the last bit as if it was to be expected, the new level of normal but your mind only focused on one thing, you’d done enough to earn a release yet they were still denying you, that was when you asked to be excused.
“Yes.” You answered your wife’s question quietly.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asked before quickly adding with a soft chuckle. “Besides that of course. Sorry I shouldn’t joke so soon.”
She moved along the bed gently leading your head into her lap now running both hands through your hair while occasionally rubbing your back and arms, it was all encompassing and in moments like this it truly felt safe.
“I could spank you if that would help.” She offered and you froze in her lap, were you in trouble?
Reading your mind she added. “You’ve not been naughty dear, as he said earlier you’re perfect, everything somebody could expect from a sissy maid and more. It’s just at the moment you’re focusing on what’s in your cage so maybe a small one to refocus you, it could help.”
“A small one?” You asked in a whisper.
“Yes, you’ve been a good girl after all so ten to fifteen gentle blows, I’ll use my hand and we can do it right now, just the two of us.”
“You really think it could help?” You hated how you were latching onto the offer especially because it would be the two of you.
“Of course. You’ve taken the news really well, you didn’t argue or shout, just asked to be excused and sought to suffer in silence but you don’t have to be alone baby. I’m here and we can work through it together.”
“Please… Just the two of us.”
“Of course dear, now you know how to ask.”
Taking a deep breath you asked with well-practiced ease.
“Please Ma'am, could you spank me?”
She ran her hand through you hair one final time before answering. “Yes sweetheart, I’d be honoured. I think fifteen should suffice, enough to make you forget about the denial in your cage and just shy of causing you to fidget when you sit down.”
As she spoke she shuffled down to the middle of the bed pulling you so your stomach rested across her knees and lifted your short skirt over your rear bundling it around your waist. Her left hand snaked up into your hair again but this time she wrapped your hair around her hand and gently pulled forcing you to look up, there was a mirror in front of you and she looked down into your reflection with pride.
“Watch and count for me sweetie.”
Counting would be easy but she knew you’d struggle to watch so her hand remained anchoring you with your hair forcing you to watch as she pulled back her arm and struck you.
“One.” You whispered, she didn’t lie, the strike was soft and nurturing. Not a punishment as she emphasised earlier.
“What was that baby? You’re too quiet.”
“One.” You repeated louder and she rewarded you with more soft words.
“Good girl, just forget about the thing in that cage.” She struck you again and you counted out on instinct.
She tightened the grip of your hair, not enough to be painful but enough to make you look up into her eyes in the mirror.
“You feel it sweetie? All your anger and frustration slipping away?”
“Good I’m glad I can help. Now after we’re done we can wipe away your tears and go thank him for making the tough decisions. Alright?”
“Yes Honey it’s important. He made the hard choice even though he knew it would upset because it was for the greater good. I know it might seem humiliating but it’s important to be respectful like when you asked politely to excuse yourself. I was so proud of you for not arguing.”
She hit you as you processed her words and attempt at denial was pushed aside with the strike, your grief, anger and anxieties swirled around and were dispelled by her firm hand, firm but soft hands. All that remained was your submission.
“Have you lost count?” She asked rubbing your cheeks.
“No, uh five?” You answered but your tone made it sound more like a question than an answer.
“You sure Babe? If you’re wrong we’ll have to start again.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you what number we’re on okay?”
You nodded as she spanked you again and you whimpered in fear at her saying one, at starting again.
“Six, well done baby but please try to focus.”
“Seven.” You took back over counting and she hummed approvingly.
“Eight.” Smack. “Nine.” Smack. “Ten.”
“I’m sorry.” You spoke on instinct, unintentionally the words fell out from your lips and you didn’t know what you were apologising for. Was it for running away? For being bad in bed? For needing her to spank you? She paused before spanking you again.
“You have nothing to apologise for.” Her words were stern, she meant them with meaning behind them and you believed her.
“Twelve.” As your behind was struck it felt like a weight slipped from your shoulders. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart.”
Smack. Smack. “Thirteen fourteen.”
She did two in rapid succession one on each cheek, a crescendo to build up to the final strike, she paused and you held your breath waiting for the strike to come and you waited, except it didn’t come so you let out your held breath and that was when she struck you. Firm and central on your rear, it robbed you if your breath causing an unintentional yelp from you but you still managed to make the word. “Fifteen.”
“I’m so proud of you and I hope you feel better.” Her hand went from holding your head up to running her fingers through your hair. You sunk your head back onto the bed as you nodded into the pillow, you did feel better, your cage was limp and your behind warm while the spiralling sulk you were in had been put to rest.
“Good, now you know what to do next.”
You whined into the pillow and she laughed but you knew she was serious.
Standing back in the living room you were in front of them again as they sat on the sofa, your makeup was cleaned and your wife smiled up proudly at you as you curtsied, the words fell from your lips with practiced ease helped on by the fading heat that radiated off your cheeks.
“Thank you sir for denying me, I know it was a tough decision.”
“No worries, I’ll keep making the difficult choices for you and you focus on serving, alright?”
“Good, now get me a drink.”
“Of course sir.” You curtsied again as you made your way towards the kitchen and at first being denied a month drove you crazy but it took all you had to not spiral after two and so you feared trying to survive waiting a third month.
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