The Countess and the Caretaker - Part Four.

The Caretaker stared in disbelief as she pulled up the maid's
skirt and pulled down her knickers around her ankles. She then
laid six measured strokes across her buttocks, prompting profuse
thanks after each one, and many promises to do better in the
future.

When the ritual was over, the cane was placed carefully between
the maid's teeth and the Countess lay down on her bed. Her hands
started to caress her body, gently touching her breasts and
roaming down inside her knickers. Her breathing became more rapid
as she took her pleasure, wave upon wave, until she was
completely spent.

The maid did not move - the Caretaker did not move, despite the
enormous erection which had burst out of the delicate panties he
was still wearing. He could not believe what he was seeing and
experiencing, but he now knew what she kept the cane for.

The Countess let out a long sigh, stretched and turned her
attention once again to the maid. She retrieved the cane, and
clicked her fingers. A signal the maid obviously recognised,
because she immediately threw herself at her Mistress' feet and
began to kiss her shoes.

It was during this movement that the Caretaker experienced his
biggest shock yet. The maid, so completely feminine, was a man.

He clutched his overalls in a vain attempt to bring himself
back to some form of reality, feeling that if he squeezed hard
enough he would wake himself up from what must be a dream. He
gripped them so hard his nails dug into his hands, and the pain
only served to reinforce the reality of the whole situation.

So it was, huddled in the corner, like a frightened animal, that
his worst fears were realised. The Countess, leaving the maid
grovelling and prostrate on the floor, walked slowly towards his
hiding place.