Sissy Karen's Beauty School Adventure

by Sissy Karen

 

Today I was up at 5am, an hour earlier than usual because I had my class at Beauty School to attend. I needed the extra time to get my chores done before leaving the house. Mrs Birch had enrolled me in a course in manicure and pedicure as part of my Sissy training. It was a 10 week course and each Friday I had to attend class from 9:30am to 12:30pm.

It was a brisk morning and the cool shower soon washed any tiredness out of me. Once out of the shower it was time to get dressed but after the caning I received yesterday for my 'less than satisfactory dress standard' I was certainly planning to be extra careful about dressing today! First I put on my suspender belt, then laced myself firmly into my corset. When it came to putting on my stockings I was a little nervous about laddering them so made sure I slipped on a pair of cotton gloves first before I rolled the delicate stockings up my legs. Wearing the gloves to put on the stockings prevented them from catching on any ragged cuticles or rough skin. I learned that little trick from one of Mrs Birch's friend's sissymaids. I double checked my seams were perfect and the stockings ladder free. I put on my black panties before finally donning my adorable new sky blue sissy maid dress. The name of the dress is 'Alice' and it makes me feel like Alice in Wonderland when I wear it! Then on with my wig giving it a good brushing to make sure sure the hairs were perfectly straight. Last, I applied a little lipstick and blush before stepping into my patent leather stilettos.

There was a basket of ironing to attend to and I got stuck into it straight after I had a quick breakfast. I checked each item thoroughly on completion and made sure there was not even the slightest crease for Mistress to spank me for. I recalled gingerly the torturous lessons I endured learning to iron when I first came to Mrs Birch. I had never had much experience with ironing before then so my first efforts were (as Mrs Birch described each of my finished offerings), 'an abysmal disgrace.' It took many baskets and many strokes of the cane before I finally perfected the art of ironing, but that is a story for another day! It all seems so long ago now.

By 7:30 I had made a good dent in the ironing basket but had not quite finished. I hoped Mistress would not be disappointed. I had to stop to prepare Her breakfast and didn't want to be late. It was Her usual breakfast of sliced fresh fruit and berries in season, with a serving of light vanilla yoghurt and a flat white coffee. This morning I was planning to surprise Her by serving Her favourite tropical delicacy along with the assortment of fruit; Black Sapote; a very exquisite tasting fruit known more commonly as Chocolate Pudding Fruit. I ran into the garden to fetch Her morning paper and picked a single grevillia and a sprig of jasmine to put in a slim vase to place on the tray with the rest of the breakfast. All was ready at exactly 8:00am and I knocked on Mistress's door.

"Enter"

Mistress was sitting up in bed wearing the most spectacular Japanese silken pyjamas. They were mainly red and had a wonderful black print of birds and Japanese characters. Her golden red hair cascaded over Her shoulders and She looked absolutely divine. I placed the tray on Her lap and announced, "Your breakfast Mistress."

I stepped back and bowed my head submissively.

"Thank you Karen, now turn around and let me inspect you." I obeyed instantly

"That is an improvement on yesterday Karen but there is a scuff mark on each of your shoes. That better be rectified ASAP."

"Yes Mistress, I'm so sorry Mistress."

"You will be Karen, you know my thoughts on untidy attire. I will deal with that infraction tonight."

"Yes Mistress," I replied sorrowfully. I knew an infraction such as this was going to earn me a punishment plus a lengthy chore before bed.

"Now today is your 6th manicure and pedicure lesson Karen and I was chatting to your teacher Mrs Lee yesterday who told me that today you will be doing role plays. This is the first assessment task in the course and will contribute 25% of your mark. Mrs Lee has kindly agreed to ring me and let me know your mark when you are done so I will find out before you do. That should make you feel thoroughly nervous I expect?" Mrs Birch gave a wry smile.

"Yes it does Mistress." My throat went dry and I felt my stomach somersault at the prospect of facing Mrs Birch after the assessment.

"Now I hope you are well prepared and remember to treat your customer with the utmost respect and courtesy and to be completely focussed on the task."

"Yes Mistress, I will do my best." 

"You may go and change into your male clothes but leave all your sissy underwear on. Good Luck, you may go now."

"Thank you Mistress."

"Oh, and Karen."

"Yes Mistress?"

"Thank you kindly for my special treat! I will savour every mouthful! It was very thoughtful of you to go to the trouble of finding a Chocolate Fruit for me. You may go now, and don't forget. I expect you to do exceptionally well today!"

"Yes Mistress, I hope you enjoy your treat, and yes of course I will do my best Mistress." I curtsied deeply and felt a warm glow as I turned and left the room.

I hurried to get changed but first took great pains to carefully clean all traces of my makeup off. I dressed in a crisp white shirt, burgundy tie, long black trousers and a thin pale lemon jumper. I double checked in the mirror for any telltale signs of ladies undergarments showing and when I was satisfied all was safely concealed I set off on my pushbike and rode the 45min trip to the beauty school. Mistress didn't allow me to use the car for this trip. It was better for the environment and better for my fitness to ride, she said.

As I rode I thought about the bike. I didn't mind riding a bike at all, and I was really very grateful for the opportunity to keep fit, but this bike took a bit of getting used to! Not that I complained or displayed any attitude when Mrs Birch first presented me with it, it was just that it was a girl's bike. A Malvern Star girl's bike with a white basket on the front of it. The basket had pink plastic roses all over it which really made it a perfect sissies bike. I did receive a strapping though when I asked Mrs Birch if I could possibly ride without the basket. Mrs Birch said the basket was a practical addition and it was a deliberate purchase especially for shopping expeditions.

I arrived at the beauty school with 10 minutes to spare. I was the only male in the class and Mrs Lee seemed to enjoy picking on me to answer questions and expose my lack of knowledge. There were a group of six girls from Hong Kong in my class and whenever I said something I would always hear them whisper to each other in Cantonese, followed by raucous laughter. I couldn't understand what they said but I was sure they were laughing at me. It was very humiliating. When I arrived they were all there waiting. Straight away the ring leader of their clique group Sue-Wei said something and they broke into hysterics. Sue-Wei then opened a magazine and it had a picture of one of our well muscled male Olympic swimmers. "Is he your type Kelvin?" Again they all had a good laugh at my expense.

We then went into the class and I was feeling very nervous. If I failed this course Mrs Birch would be most displeased and disappointed. Especially since one of my important duties as a Sissy Maid would be to attend to Mistress's manicures and pedicures along with foot worship and massage, and of course it offered me the chance to learn a new skill. Mrs Birch would see my failing as an enormous display of ingratitude and I dared not think of the punishment that would follow.

Mrs Lee explained how the assessment would work. We were put in pairs and each would play both beautician and customer. The first person would do a manicure and the second person a pedicure. Mrs Lee would evaluate us on customer service and how well the procedure was done. Regrettably, I was paired with Sue-Wei and told I would go first, giving Sue-Wei a manicure.

Sue-Wei played an absolute bitch of a customer, being very direct and assertive. I tried so hard to be customer focussed and be especially obsequious. I felt I was doing a good job with the hand massage but every few moments she would squeal,"too hard owwww,"  or "too soft,"  or "come on, in between the fingers!" Whatever I did she complained. When it came to filing her nails I was getting nervous. Sue-Wei screamed saying "What have you done! It's taken me months to grow my nails this long. You have filed them too short!" I saw Mrs Lee shaking her head and writing notes with a furious look on her face.

When it came time for painting I was going along OK when Sue-Wei moved her hand suddenly and I painted an accidental stripe of nail polish along her finger. I knew she did it on purpose. "Arghh. Look what you have done, this is hopeless." Mrs Lee said "Fetch the polish remover Kelvin and clean it up!" I did as I was told.

"I think Sue-Wei has put up with enough from you, time to swap," said Mrs Lee with an exasperated look on her face. 

In all my distress I forgot I was wearing stockings. I sat down for the pedicure, Sue-Wei took off my shoe and then I realised. "He's wearing stockings Mrs Lee!" With that the whole class erupted in laughter. I turned as red as a beetroot. "Go and get them off Kelvin and get back here quick," said Mrs Lee. On returning I was so mortified. I sat  in silent misery as Sue-Wei gave me a pedicure. I must admit she did a very good job. The rest of the class seemed to drag on and on. I was so relieved when it was over.

Riding back to Mrs Birch's place I thought about what mark I would get and I was very concerned. I doubted Mrs Birch would accept my explanation that Sue-Wei was being a bitch and deliberately made it hard for me. I arrived back at Mrs Birch's place at about 1:30 and was greeted at the door by Her.

"Hello Karen, I expect you have some good news for me? I have made my own lunch already by the way but I have left my plate and cup in my study, so make sure you fetch them and take them to the kitchen on your way inside. Once you've done that I want you to run along and have a shower then change back into your sissy uniform. Then you may have a sandwich and a drink for lunch. After lunch take care of the dishes and those last remaining items in the ironing basket, then report to me in the lounge for my pedicure at 3pm.  I want to see how much you have learned so far."

My mind flashed back to the incident with Sue-Wei's manicure.

"Well? What are you waiting for Karen, better days? Off you go!"

I promptly obeyed. The cool shower was refreshing after the bike ride. I made sure I dressed perfectly and finished off the chores. A few minutes before 3pm I placed a bowl of warm water, a towel and my pedicure kit at the foot of the lounge chair. I placed a footstool at the base of the chair and knelt down with head bowed awaiting the arrival of Mistress.

Moments later Mrs Birch walked in and sat down and placed her feet on a foot stool.

"You can begin Karen"

With great reverence I took of her shoes.

I moved the footstool out of the way and placed the bowl of warm water at Her feet. Mistress placed her feet in the bowl. I started to lovingly wash her feet using a lavender soap with a heavenly aroma. I made sure I washed each foot thoroughly especially between her toes, caressing them with soapy hands then dabbing gently with a sea sponge. I removed Mistress's left foot and began drying it with a fluffy towel, applying just enough pressure to dry her foot but not too much that she would think I wasn't being gentle. I then dried the other foot.

I was about to make a start on Mistress's cuticles when Her mobile phone rang.

"Hello, yes, this is Jennifer speaking...Mrs Lee, so good of you to call."

My heart sank, I listened to Mrs Birch's side of the conversation.

"Thank you, tell me how did she perform...he is a sissy Mrs Lee, I always refer to him as a her or a she...really?...painted her finger?...that's not good...uh huh...is that all?...I was hoping for a better mark than that...Well, thank you so much for the report Mrs Lee, I will be having a word with her, good bye."

"That was Mrs Lee on the phone Karen. Guess what mark you received for your assessment out of 25."

"Ummm... 16 Mistress?"

"Wrong! 10 out of 25! That is a fail Karen. I am very disappointed! It is not good enough is it?"

"But Mistress, my partner was being a real bitch and..."

"Stop right there Karen! Such arrogance! I asked you a simple question and I expect a simple answer. It is not good enough is it Karen?"

"No Mistress, I am so sorry Mistress."

"There is going to have to be a big improvement if you are to pass this course Karen."

"Yes Mistress," I said hanging my head low in sorrow.

"This is in an incredible show of ingratitude Karen. You were sent to do this course as part of your Sissy training and you repay me with this? Then on top of that you have shown such arrogance by attempting to make excuses for your atrocious mark. You must be punished immediately."

"Yes Mistress." It was useless to argue my case because I knew that any such folly would only increase the punishment by double. Mistress hated whining and sooking and rewarded such behaviour with more punishment!

"Now go fetch my nasty strap and a dining chair and report back here at once!"

I obeyed quickly, and hurried to retrieve the strap and placed the chair in the centre of the loungeroom. I presented the strap to Mistress with bowed head. Mistress took the strap and took Her position seated on the chair.

"Come over here Karen, and stand on that spot!" She demanded pointing to a spot on the ground to her right. "Pull your panties down and get over my knee this instant!"

I hurriedly pulled my panties to my knees and lay across Mrs Birch's lap. I felt her lift my dress to expose my naked lily white rump.

"It will be 24 strokes for failing, 24 strokes for arrogance and a further 24 for trying to blame your failure on someone else. That makes 72. You will count and thank me after each stroke."

The first few strokes of that nasty strap were not too bad but Mistress gradually increased the intensity with each new stroke. The strap was a small single strip of leather and looked very ineffectual, but it was Mistress's favourite strap to use over Her knee. Surprisingly it was very vicious and stung intolerably. It hurt the most when She hit the top of my thighs. By the time we reached the first 24 I was yelping involuntarily with each stroke. The pain increased as She hit parts that were already sore. Mistress is so fit and strong from many hours at the gym, and never seemed to tire.

By 48 strokes tears were forming in my eyes and the hits on the thighs made me cry out louder.

"Don't be such a sook Karen! Or I will start all over again."

I knew She meant it and it took all my willpower not to cry out. I knew it would be hard to sit down for a while after this strapping.

After what seemed an eternity of hellfire reigning down on my buttocks and thighs at last I was able to splutter the words "72, thank You Mistress,"  through my sobs.

With that She gave me the hardest stroke yet on the top of the thighs. Thinking it was over and not expecting it I let out a loud yelp.

"I think next time I have to punish you I will put you in a Romper suit first and place a dummy in your mouth Karen for being such a sooky baby this time!"

Sniffling and holding back the tears I murmured a pathetic "Yes Mistress."

"That last stroke was for the scuff on your shoes this morning. You thought I had forgotten hadn't you?"

"Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress."

"Now put everything away and run me a bath. While I am in the bath I want you to prepare my dinner,  and have it ready to serve at 7.30pm in the dining room. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Off you go!"

I quickly packed up the pedicure items and scurried to the bathroom to prepare Mistress's bath. It was an aromatherapy bath involved putting special essential oils into the bath and lighting a series of scented candles around the bathroom. Mistress's favourite oils were a combination of Patchouli, Bergamot, Frankincense and Myrhh. I had to make sure fresh towels were laid out nearby. I then returned and informed Mistress Her bath was ready before going to the kitchen to prepare Mistress's dinner.

Later when it was nearing serving time, I popped bread rolls into the oven for a few minutes to warm and went to set a place at the dining room table.for Mistress. When the rolls were just about ready to come out I ladled hot soup into a bowl, and placed the hot rolls onto a plate and was ready to serve at 7.30pm.  Mistress was seated in the dining room writing out a list when I entered with Her dinner.

"You may have a bowl yourself Karen and after you have cleaned up you may sit with me in the lounge and work on your cross stitch."

When I finally put the last of the dishes away, I gathered my cross stitch and went to join Mistress in the lounge for an hour of mandatory practise. After a while Mistress spoke: "Tomorrow Karen after your morning chores you will get to make lunch for Sandra and myself. I have left a lunch and dinner menu for you in the kitchen. In the afternoon we are playing tennis, and guess what?"

"What Mistress?" I asked nervously. Sandra visiting was bad enough, but I dreaded hearing what was coming next. I could sense an ill wind blowing my way...

"You get to be our ball girl! Sandra said she has a wonderful tennis dress for you to wear, she is so thoughtful isn't she?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied, relieved to hear that it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Afterall, how bad could an afternoon of being a ball girl in one of Sandra's  tennis dresses be?

"Then in the evening I have invited Jacqueline and Katerina over for dinner. We are having a Bridge night. They have all agreed to let you give them a foot massage after dinner. It is so kind of them to let you practice on them so I am expecting you to do a perfect job for each of them, is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Fear swept through my body, I have mentioned before how Sandra takes delight in seeing me get in trouble, but she is an angel compared to Jacqueline and Katerina! I knew I would be in for a very trying day, dare I say, an ordeal? 

"If Sandra and I win at Bridge tomorrow night Karen, and you are well behaved, and your foot massages are perfect I am going to let you have a release."

"Oh thank you so much Mistress!" I was overjoyed at this last bit of news.

"Now off to bed."

"Yes Mistress, Good night Mistress, and thank you very much Mistress!"

I leaned down and kissed Mistress's feet and went to prepare for bed with a happy heart. Somehow, this little surprise allowed me to forget the sense of foreboding that normally accompanied the thought of being at the mercy of those 3 particular ladies. After 29 days I was very excited that there was a reasonable chance of release tomorrow. I was determined to be on my best behaviour. I was almost skipping out the door when I heard Mistress.

"Oh, and just one more thing Karen." 

"Yes Mistress?" I turned towards Her beaming.

"Before you toddle off to bed, you may clean every single pair of my shoes, as well as your own. I do not want to see a single scuff mark on any of them. Understood? Good! Now I am off to bed so I don't expect to hear a single sound that will disturb me while I sleep so that means you will work in total silence. When you are done, make sure you turn off all the lights before you turn in. Good night Karen."

 

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