Sprite's Acceptance

"They're minutes away, Pumpkin," Mistress informed me, her voice tinged with anticipation.

I rushed to the kitchen to prepare. Miss Josephine's preferred drink was etched in my memory: Scotch with a wedge of lime. I poured the twenty five year old whiskey into a crystal tumbler, the rich amber liquid catching the light as I carefully set it on a silver tray.

With the tray balanced in one hand, I positioned myself at the front door. A quick glance in the hallway mirror confirmed that my dress was pristine, my stockings straight, and my hair perfectly in place.

Moments later, a sleek car pulled up to the curb. My heart fluttered as one of the occupants--a tall, poised figure with a sharp silhouette--stepped out and circled to the passenger side. With fluid grace, they opened the door for the second person, who emerged with an air of quiet authority.

The first figure retrieved two suitcases from the trunk before both began their approach. My pulse quickened as they climbed the stoop. Just as they reached the door, I pulled it open, lowering into a deep, practiced curtsy.

Balancing the tray effortlessly, I held it out toward Miss Josephine. My voice rang out, clear and reverent, as I greeted them.

"Welcome, Miss Josephine, to Mistress Brenda's home."

Miss Josephine regarded me with her cool steel gray eyes. Even though she was much shorter than me, I felt small under her gaze. That small feeling turned to flutters as her eyes danced and her face broke out into a huge smile.

"Sprite! Wow! You have truly blossomed. Your Mistress described your transformation, but you really look wonderful."

As she spoke, she stepped across the threshold and accepted the proffered drink.

She was a small woman, standing at five foot two. She was in her sixties, but had an energy that bespoke a much younger woman. She had graying blonde hair cut in a stylish bob. Her pinstripe business skirt suit and matching flats were the perfect compliment to her style.

"Josephine!" Mistress came into the foyer to greet her. They embraced and gave each other air kisses. "It's so nice to see you again." Mistress beamed. My sisters trailed behind her

"Thank you for inviting me back." Miss Josephine said. She stepped up to my sisters, looking up to each of their faces. "You must be Anna, and you are definitely Emily." She seemed to really take them in individually, taking stock of their dress and mannerisms. With a slight nod to herself, she turned to Mistress. "I think you are right on both accounts, Brenda."

She looked back at Mistress Emily. "I look forward to working with you." Mistress Emily was a bit nonplussed, but smiled in response.

Half turning behind her, she waved at the doorway. "You remember Cherry, of course?"

Mistress smiled at the figure standing at the doorway. "Yes, Cherry, please come in!"

Cherry stood ramrod straight. A posture ingrained from years of military service, if I remember correctly. Standing at six feet tall, Cherry could be an imposing figure. That idea was softened by the black Edwardian housekeeper's uniform. A tight fitted bodice buttoned up to the neck with a white color, long sleeves with white lacy cuffs. The outfit transitioned into a long flowing pleated skirt ending at the ankle with black flat slippers peeking out from under it.

Also in her sixties, with a similar hairstyle and equally steely gray eyes, her makeup was light, meant to soften her angular lines, but nothing could mask those masculine features. I don't think there was any intention to do so.

She stepped into the house and set down the suitcases. She then curtsied to Mistress. "Thank you, Mistress Brenda." she said in a light voice. " It is a pleasure to see you again."

She turned and curtsied to me as I stood there holding the silver serving tray. "Hello Miss Sprite, It is a pleasure to see you, also."

I curtsied in return. "I am so happy to see you, Miss Cherry!"

She curtsied again. "Please let me agree with my Missus that you truly look wonderful!"

I felt a blush rising in my cheeks and a spike of arousal. I wanted to look good. I hoped to look half as good as my sisters and... well, looking even remotely as good as Mistress was a lost cause, it felt nice to have the validation.

I curtsied in response. "Thank you Miss Cherry!"

Miss Josephine rolled her eyes while Mistress looked on with an amused grin. "Ok you two, you can stop with the dueling curtsies." Miss Josephine said.

They both chuckled when we turned to them and curtsied together.

"Captain, I think Sprite can lead you to our room to get unpacked." Miss Josephine told Cherry. Mistress nodded to me, letting me know to do as requested.

"Yes Ma'am." Cherry curtsied and picked up the cases, ready for me to show her to their room.

I also curtsied, maybe just a bit deeper than Cherry. "This way, Miss Cherry." I would have gladly helped her with one of the suitcases, but she clearly had them well handled.

While the... wow, four!... Mistresses of the Manor retired to the den to socialize, us two sissies made our way to the remaining guest bedroom.

I opened the door to the room and stepped aside to let Cherry enter. "I hope this is to yours and Miss Josephine's liking." I said as she entered and set the cases on the floor. She took in the large room with the four-post queen bed and rustic, yet modern decor.

"I'm sure the Missus will be quite happy--" she stopped abruptly upon spying the new addition to the room. "You set up a cot?"

I beamed at the surprised expression on her face. "Mistress received permission from Miss Josephine to set one up for you." I was no stranger to sleeping on the floor at the foot of my superior's bed.

Cherry smiled. "Your Mistress and the Missus are much too kind. It will be a wonderful relief for these old bones." She then gave me a small curtsy. "Thank you, Miss Sprite, for setting it up for me."

In my six-inch heels, I was able to look her eye-to-eye. I put on my sternest face and crossed my arms. "Don't you curtsy to me like that!"

Then I smiled and held out my arms with a little bounce in my step. "Hug!"

Cherry's initial look of consternation could barely form before transforming into a delighted smile. She rushed in and lifted me off of my heels in a big bear hug. "I am so happy to see you, Sprite!" she said as she set me back down and kissed me on the cheek.

As I fussed with my uniform to make sure everything was in order, she turned and inspected the bed and cot. She ran her hand over the bed covers, then pulled the blanket down, revealing the sheets underneath. "This won't do!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Sprite, I can tell you have become an excellent maid. I understand Mistress Brenda has high praise for you, but I must fix these bed covers!" With a practiced hand from not only maid work, but also rigorous military standards, she quickly tightened the sheets of both the bed and cot so that I'm sure a quarter would bounce at least twice if flicked on them.

I was able to ignore the slight blow to my pride and we set to unpacking the suitcases. We spent about a half hour putting away her uniforms, there were two more of the same pattern, and Miss Josephine's travel wardrobe. Miss Josephine had some very nice outfits. I hoped she had occasion to wear them.

Once completed and the empty cases stowed in the closet, we both made sure the room was perfectly spotless and in order for Cherry's Mistress's approval. Cherry said "Well, Miss Sprite, I guess it is time to return to our betters."

I followed my old mentor back to the den, ready to serve our Mistresses. Miss Josephine and Mistress were sitting in the wingback chairs and my sisters sat on the couch. Cherry moved to an apparent customary position behind her Missus' chair. Miss Josephine reached up and took Cherry's hand, holding it possessively. Mistress signaled me to kneel on the floor near her.

Mistress Emily was fielding questions from Miss Josephine about her background. The conversation was generally light with input from my other sister and Mistress. After a while, the flow of talk washed over me and I lost interest.

I found myself staring at Mistress, taking in her regal power and beauty. I was very happy and prideful at being able to help her look so radiant. I'm sure she made a great impression on our guests, and I got to have a hand in it. My chastity buzzed as I enjoyed the sight of her. Her auburn hair was a luxurious mane cascading around her shoulders. The light shone from her crystal blue eyes along with her dazzling smile at something Miss Josephine said. The swell of her breasts sitting in their bustier peeked through her open red blouse and her long legs poking out of that leather miniskirt, ending in those stiletto boots showed a profile that sent my brain into a dizzy...

It was a few moments before I realized that conversation had stopped and they were all looking at me. I felt a blush rise up my cheeks.

Miss Josephine, still holding Cherry's hand in her own, "Do you see Emily?" she said, gesturing toward me. "She worships her!"

Mistress Emily frowned at me. "I know, and I don't get it!" She looked at Mistress. "No disrespect to you, Brenda. You are amazing. I just still don't get how my brother could become this simpering sissy."

My heart fell out and I looked down to the floor at her words. I thought we had reached some kind of understanding, some form of acceptance. She had been nicer, at least. I knew this would not happen all at once, but I thought we were a lot closer.

Mistress tilted her head, her lips curling into an indulgent smile. Her crystal-blue eyes glinted. "We've been through this, Emily. You have spent several weeks with this simpering sissy and you still haven't figured it out?"

My sister looked doubtful. "Well, maybe. I get that he... or she does worship you, and she is eager to please everyone, even me when I've been so mean to her." She gave me a pointed look. "My brother and I had our differences, but at least he knew how to handle my issues. I respected him for that."

Mistress grinned. "Have you even been paying attention? Sprite has been handling your issues from the moment you walked in the door!" she said with a laugh.

Mistress Emily's mouth dropped. She tried to say something, but couldn't seem to be able to form the words.

"Bill and I used to talk." Mistress continued. "He could be the unyielding wall you would crash headlong into. But Sprite was the bending willow that let you figure it out without getting in your way. She could be your target, but you would never be able to strike home."

Mistress Emily's eyes widened as she regarded me.

"Look at yourself now." Mistress continued again. "You are calmer, more sure of yourself, and you don't lash out at everyone and everybody. You can thank my simpering sissy for helping you get there."

"And you know it too." Mistress uncrossed her legs and leaned forward as my sister tried but couldn't meet her gaze. "Maybe you haven't realized it intellectually, but in your heart you know."

Mistress reached down and stroked my cheek. Her hand was warm and her touch was soft. I couldn't help but to lean into her caress. "Look at her, can you see Bill at all in the person kneeling at my feet?"

Mistress Emily regarded me for an interminable moment. I could see several unidentified emotions cross her visage. Her body seemed to shake with an internal struggle and an eventual calming sigh. She straightened up in her seat and met Mistress's eyes. Her next words were surprising. They held no malice, or jealousy, or her usual sadistic glee, just a matter of fact statement showing her internal embrace of... something. Something very reminiscent of the moment my wife became my Mistress. I remember that same sort of look in her eye many months ago.

"I want to spank her."

The tremor rose up from my knees to my throat. I could barely breathe and my urge to jump up and run was quelled by Mistress's firm hand cradling my neck and shoulder.

Mistress Anna gasped and covered her mouth with her hand while Miss Josephine gave a small smile as she watched the proceedings. Cherry remained ramrod straight and placid, holding her dominant's hand in a strong grip.

Mistress stared at my sister and an exchange of understanding crossed between them. Mistress broke into a knowing smile as if this was something she had been waiting for.

Patting my shoulder, she said. "Sprite, go get the paddle from my room."

My stomach lurched and I couldn't stop trembling at her matter of fact order. "M-Mistress?" I whispered to her. "Mistress Please?!"

Her eyes became crystal diamonds as she grabbed the leash connected to the ever present eternity collar around my neck. My chin was lifted by the cold steel as she pulled it up. The heart shaped charm gave a little tinkle with the motion. Her voice was calm and infinitely patient, as if talking to a petulant child. "Do what I tell you, Sweetie. Go fetch!"

I knew better than to disobey. I was strongly reminded of the very sound beating I had just received the day before, And that was just because she wanted to make a point. Disobedience would make things so much worse.

I could barely get out the small "Yes Mistress" as I slowly rose up to my stiletto heels and curtsied to the room. I could feel the blood rushing between my ears as my feet turned and carried me toward her bedroom.

My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway in a haze of dread. The house felt quieter, heavier--like it knew what was about to happen to me. Each click of my stilettos on the hardwood floor sounded deafening.

My eyes locked on the paddle hanging by the hole in its handle from a hook on the inside of her closet door. I barely noticed my movement to its position. I only knew it was suddenly in front of me. The silence of the room was palpable.

Since that first time, when Mistress showed my sisters how to paddle me, and Mistress Emily had shown an unnatural exuberance after her first blows on my bottom. Mistress had barred her from any corporal punishment. Now I was being sent to retrieve this instrument of correction for her to use on me.

My hand shook as I pulled it off the hook and held it in both arms. The cool wood warmed in my hands, the brown wood stain contrasting with the red polish of my nails. I clutched the plank to my bosom and I had to force my feet to take me back in the direction of the den, and my upcoming spanking.

Take one step, then the next. Trust Mistress. Take another step, then the next. Trust Mistress. Safe word? Trust Mistress. Take a step. Don't drop the paddle! Take a step. Trust Mistress!

I held the paddle close as my steps took me into the den. Mistress had not moved from her spot, still sitting regally and reposed in the wingback chair. Mistress Emily had risen and stood next to Mistress. Her casual dress was a sharp contrast to Mistress's elegant and sexy look.

I forced myself to stand in front of the chair and curtsy. With trembling hands, I held out the paddle handle first to Mistress.

She made no motion to take it. She just looked at me, waiting for me to figure it out.

I did.

Swallowing, I turned and proffered the polished plank of wood with a shaky curtsy and a meek "M-mistress Emily." I knew my knees would buckle if I curtsied again.

She reached out and grasped the handle. She did not try to take it from me. She held the handle and waited for me to release the paddle to her. A symbolic release of any resistance.

I held on for a long heartbeat. A single moment where I could pretend I had a choice. Then, with a shuddering breath, I let go. I let go of the paddle, my body giving another tremble as I did so.

Mistress Emily's eyes were cool as the paddle hung in the air between us, lingering in the aftermath of our exchange.

At that moment I was reminded of how pretty my sister was. Devoid of her usual scowl, her face glowed with beauty and power. Damn! I am toast!

She tightened her grip on the handle and slowly let the paddle lower to sit against her thigh, giving it a little tap against her pant leg. "I believe the customary position is over the arm of the couch?" she said. Her eyes bore into me. I wasn't looking at my angry, resentful, even petulant younger sister anymore.

I finally understood. She always felt powerless and her reaction was to lash out at everything. I... or rather, Bill always had the power in the family, even though he did not always understand that. But now, I held no power. I was the powerless one and I had just relinquished any remaining power to her. I could feel my tender buns already tensing up.

Feeling like a zombie with my hands clasped together, I turned and moved to the couch. I could see Mistress watching coolly while Miss Josephine and Cherry quietly kept position. I was confronted by the pretty legs of Mistress Anna as she sat at the other end of the couch. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she watched me bend over the arm of the couch, giving out a shuddering breath. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but did not move. I didn't want her to. She could be my anchor.

I knew that in this position, my french maid's uniform did nothing to hide my lacy and frilly white panties, or my bottom, still bruised from yesterday's spanking. I'm sure my pose would make a very sexy picture. My chastity should be squirming right now, but it knew what was coming. I could feel my thighs shaking against the side of the couch.

"Hands, Princess." Mistress admonished. Her eyes were cool against my imploring look, giving me no avenue to escape my fate. I pulled my hands behind my back and clasped them together. I stared at the leather material of the couch cushion in front of my nose as Mistress Emily asked "How many can I give her?" That question sent my head spinning. My body tensed, my breath came in short gasps. This was happening!

I looked over at the wingback chair as Mistress sat quietly, not speaking in response to my sister's question. She smiled at me as Mistress Emily gave the paddle a couple practice swings. I felt another shudder as my athletic, softball champion younger sister prepared to slam a wooden bat into my tender butt cheeks. I could already feel the tear starting to form. I looked up to Mistress Anna. Her hand trembled as she covered her mouth. Her eyes started to swim in commiseration, flicking between me and the paddle. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. I could see it--She knew as well as I did that she couldn't stop it. We were all under the control of my Goddess, and she knew it.

Mistress Emily stood for a beat (get it, beat?) before asking me. "What are you?"

I knew what my response was supposed to be. She has been making me say it since that first night, when she had me literally kissing her ass over and over.

Taking a deep breath, "I am your sissy bitch, Mistre--OOOOOW!"

The sound of the paddle was like a thunderclap! The feeling of it smacking me squarely in the center of my already bruised bottom sent ripples of pain straight up my spine. Even Mistress Anna jumped a little.

I straightened up involuntarily, kicking up a high heeled foot after her first blow on my tender flesh. I felt a tear spill onto my cheek as I tried to control my breathing. My whole body shook and I looked for a place to run to. If only I could run in these heels!

Mistress Emily placed a gentle hand on my back and pushed me back into position. I was a trembling mess of surprise and pain. I could see the sympathetic expression on Mistress Anna's face as I leaned back down. "Anna, hold her leash!"

My youngest sister's eyes grew wider as she looked to Mistress for guidance. Reluctantly, she reached out and took my leash in her shaking hand, holding me down in position for my spanking. I couldn't help but think about her pink nails that I had painted for her a few days ago. I was stuck in place. She had literally become my anchor.

I tried to keep eye contact with her as my other sister/Mistress readied her next strike. The first was always the worst, but "OOOOW!" The second blow did not disappoint! I felt myself pull against my collar, but Mistress Anna held me in place. Her eyebrows scrunched together in her sympathy. She wrapped the leash around her hand to keep herself from letting go.

The third blow came quickly! I could only let out a long squeal as the tears easily flowed. "Mistress!" I begged. Any Mistress, all Mistresses! Please!

The fourth blow was not as bad, or maybe my tender bottom was numb from the pain. I let out a rough gasp in response.

I tried to ready myself for the next shot, but it did not come. Mistress Anna, her eyes with their own tears, released my leash and quickly rushed from the room, her stiletto heels tapping on the floor as she disappeared down the hall, slamming the door of her bedroom.

I felt a hand pull down my panties and a cool cream spread over my burning bum. Then my panties were pulled back into position.

Mistress Emily put her hand on my shoulder and guided me back to a standing position. I could feel her breath on my neck. The scent of lilacs enveloped me as she stood closely behind me. Mistress watched me with a cool expression, having never moved from her regal position. Then she smiled and put her hand over her heart for me. Her eyes filled with love. I had pleased her.

"What are you, Sprite?" Mistress Emily muttered into my ear, pulling a strand of hair behind my earlobe. Trying to catch my breath and control my sobs, I responded. "I am your sissy bitch, Mistress Emily!"

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and kissed me on my teary cheek. "You are my sister."

"..."

I froze. Did I just hear that? Slowly I turned around to see the welcoming eyes of my sister. She was my sister, and I was hers. There was no hate in there anymore! My ass was on fire, but my heart was flooding!

I wanted to hug her, I also wanted to prostrate myself before her, to worship her. Not in the same way as Mistress, but in our own way.

Hesitantly, I reached out, trying to put my faltering arms around her. Without looking, she handed the paddle to Mistress and engulfed me in her arms. I held on tight and let the tears flow.

Miss Josephine smiled and said. "Brenda, I thought you needed me."