Replaced Chapter Six

Replaced chapter six

I thought back through snapshots of memories shared with my neighbor Rick. Over our five years of living next door to each other we had watched football every week during the season, grilled burgers on Saturdays, hiked around the lake…

My mind snapped back to the present, with Kate sitting at in our neighbors dining room next to Rick’s wife Abbie and still trying to explain to her the new role Vince had in our house since moving in, as well as my new role.

They knew and liked Vince already from not only his time living in our house, but also from his previous visits. Buy they had never suspected anything of the true nature of his position in our house as Kate’s lover, and now also the strong male figure to the whole family.

“Let me get this straight” Abbie said, her hand on top of Kate’s on the table, looking her straight in the eyes. “You basically have a new husband…”

Kate turned to point at me. I set the tray with brie and crackers on the table beside them and politely backed away. Vince had me in my light blue maid dress, with white stockings and shoes. It was my most feminine outfit. I was still in a state of protest that this was happening, but my blistered ass was testament to what happened when I protested.

“Abbie, I don’t think I ever had a husband.” Kate said, dismissing me to the kitchen with a small “shoo” gesture that had become like second nature to her.

“Hang on…” Abbie said to me. “Are you comfortable with all of this?”

I froze, uncomfortable that I was disobeying Kate’s command to get lost. I stammered uncomfortably as Rick, Abbie and Kate all stared at me, waiting. I wasn’t comfortable at all. Every day brought fresh humiliation, and hours of exhausting work. I couldn’t stand the way Vince treated me, especially in front of the kids. It was utterly devastating the way they saw me now. I was just a maid to Kate already. I couldn’t believe how quickly that had happened.

I couldn’t say all that.

“It was all maid’s idea.” Kate said matter of factly. She prompted me. “Isn’t that right?”

I lowered my head in abject shame. “It was my idea.”

Rick hadn’t said anything in a long time, just sitting and processing in silence. It had to be surreal seeing your buddy in a feminine outfit weakly serving as a housemaid, acknowledging that it was all the maid’s idea to be replaced by another man.

“Why would you do that, why would you want that? It sounds terrible.” Abbie asked, very directly.

“I…I don’t know Miss Abbie, I just…I…”

“He was born to be a servant…not a man.” Kate interjected again. I nodded my head weakly. There was another pause.

Rick finally spoke up. “I want to hear it in your own words. Tell us how you want us to treat you.”

I looked at Kate, who sat back in her chair, waiting for my response along with the neighbors. What did I want? I wanted to be a man…a real man, cocky and confident, with a big cock and…yeah…that was never going to be my reality. I had a weakness that ran deeper than even I could understand.

I tried to calm myself and collect my thoughts.

“Mister Rick and Miss Abbie…I am a maid now. It would be my honor to serve you in any way you wish.”

Rick crossed his arms, whistling softly. He turned to his wife, taking a bite of the brie.

“I mean, who am I to judge what they do? If that’s what he wants…I say we let him be a maid.”

Abbie was softening a little. Fuck she was so attractive. Her long dark hair rested around her bare shoulder as she turned back towards me.

“It’s weird.” She turned to Kate. “But you’ve been just glowing the past month, and now I know why. I’m just not sure about treating this poor boy so meanly, you know?”

“I know, I felt the same way Abbie” Kate said, taking her neighbor’s hand again. “But just wait. You’ll see how well it works. Here’s what I want…I want to go on a double date with you and Rick on Friday after work. You’ll get to know Vince even better, and maid will watch the kids and clean your house while we’re gone. What do you say?”

The neighbors turned to each other. Rick nodded. Abbie looked at me. “Okay, that does actually sound pretty good.”

“Slumber paaaarty!!!”

All four kids ran around in circles like crazed monsters as the neighbors and my wife and Vince pulled out of the driveway. The neighbors’ house was well suited to watching kids. I managed to corral them into the playroom and close the door. They would create a whirlwind of destruction, but I would leave that mess for last. I got to work, trying to think of which chores would provide the best evidence to impress Abbie. I decided to start a load of laundry after putting pizza in the oven to feed the kids in thirty minutes. I would fold it all neatly and try and find the correct drawers and closets to organize them in.

I paused, listening to the chaos happening in the kids room. Everyone seemed alive and happy, so I got to work on the laundry.

While waiting between loads for laundry to wash and dry, I scrubbed toilets and showers, mopped the floors, got the kids fed, washed the dishes, and got a good start on dusting the shelves and baseboards.

I convinced the kids finally to quiet down and lay in sleeping bags in the bedroom by offering a movie. Darcy, the neighbors’ oldest, sneered at me as I fiddled with the remote to get the movie started.

“Maddie says Vince makes you go to timeout in the corner when they watch movies.” She had just turned six, and always had a mean edge. These new revelations about me, as well as the fact I was wearing a dress, made that little abrasive nature far worse towards me.

“Well, miss Darcy…that is usually not what happens. There was just one time, when.…when…” I paused, the images of that night coming back in my mind…the embarrassment, the shame…the unbelievable sting as I was treated like a naughty child in front of my own kids.

My daughter Maddie piped up “It was like, such a long time…we watched the whole movie! And the maid just stood there and waited until Vince said she could move.”

I was never going to get used to my daughter calling me “maid” and “she”.

“Go stand in the corner maid!” Darcy proclaimed, with the zealous ridiculousness only a six year old can deliver. Her little evil side was enjoying itself a little too much.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not, why not?” The kids chimed together. It was turning into a game. This was insane. I wasn’t going to let the inmates run the prison.

“Mister Vince said I am supposed to do the laundry and…” oh god this sounded pathetic. I trailed off, realizing where this was leading.

“Call Vince. Call Vince!”

A new rallying cry was formed. I hushed them, or tried to. They wouldn’t stop, and I had no bargaining chips.

“Okay, okay, okay…” my relenting calmed them down. I was not going to call Vince though, not for something as trivial as this.

“Okay, I’ll stand in the corner. I’ll stand in the corner.” They were calming down a little.

“How long do I have to stand there?”

The kids looked at each other. They hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“Whole movie! Just like when Vince put you in timeout!” My oldest daughter decided.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that…”

Maddie crossed her arms. “Fine…but I’m putting three X’s on your chart when we get home.”

I jumped to the corner. “No, no please. Here. No problem. I’m in the corner.”

I’ve never heard kids erupt in louder laughter. I blushed and weakly took my place.

“No more talking for you the rest of the night.” Maddie added victoriously, taking another cue from my previous punishments from Vince. There was nothing to say. I did a little bob curtsey thing in the corner without turning around, so she would know I had heard her.

Fortunately I heard snores less than an hour into the movie. I very cautiously turned, making sure every eye was closed. Relieved, I switched the TV over to a random Disney channel show and lowered the volume a little. If one of them woke up I could just tell them the movie had ended, but there was still the noise coming from the TV so hopefully no one would notice when the adults got back from their date.

I looked at the kitchen clock. Almost 10. They had been gone now for four hours! I was doing a scan of housework left to do when I heard the front door unlatch.

I wanted to hush them as they came in laughing and talking way too loudly, but I didn’t dare. I scurried to meet them, dusting off my dress and apron.

“Oh my gosh it looks amazing in here!” Abbie exclaimed sincerely. I was proud. Tired, but proud. The house really did look good.

She turned to Rick. “Maybe I need to get myself a Vince and turn you into a maid too!”

He playfully grabbed her and gave her thigh a little smack. “Afraid you’re out of luck there hon.”

I realized they must have been drinking at our house and walked down. Rick wasn’t usually that frisky in front of other people.

“Are the kids all asleep?” Kate asked. I nodded, a little proud of that fact as well.

“See Abbie, pretty good right? I get free babysitting, cleaning, all that boring stuff…and I get this guy for everything else.” Kate play punched at Vince’s chest. He smiled and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her small frame against himself. I groaned under my breath.

I could smell the scotch on Rick’s breath as he walked up to me, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

“Listen man, err…maid I guess. Just know I think it’s maybe a little weird and all, but gotta say you’ve sure made Kate happy. And listen I’m really sorry you’ve gotta, you know…I mean Vince told us about your little locked up situation. It’s gotta be tough.”

I blushed so red. “Umm…yes Sir…it can be…umm frustrating.”

“I can’t even imagine. Honestly, don’t really even understand how it’s possible!”

Vince was rubbing Kate’s shoulders as he spoke up. “Show them, maid.”

I cringed. “Yes Sir.”

I first reached under my dress to lower my panties, and then lifted my dress for them. I held it up high, spreading my legs slightly so they could examine how the ball entrapment worked if they were curious.

“Oh my god, you poor thing. That’s gotta be the fucking worst.” Rick sounded genuinely sorry for me.

But Abbie sounded genuinely sorry for Kate. “You had to fuck with that tiny thing all those years? Geez.” She whistled. “Could you even feel it? Looks like a tampon basically.”

It stung. Abbie was gorgeous. I had dreamt of ever getting to see her naked, or even in a swimsuit. Instead she was crouched in front of me, mocking my tiny locked manhood.

“It’s okay, Vince is helping me make up for it.” Kate said with a satisfied smile.

I was so humiliated, and ashamed now of how that humiliation was turning me on. My small penis started swelling in it’s cage.

“Oh Rick, look. It’s trying to get hard. Aww…that looks like it really hurts.” Abbie looked over at Vince. “What do you think…the maid has been so good tonight. Can we let it free?”

Vince shook his head. “Yeah, sorry…it has…hmm…I think about three more weeks?” He looked to Kate who had no idea and clearly didn’t care.

“Well, it’s a while. But…you might be able to still help it out. Maid often has something it needs before bedtime, even when it’s been good. I think you’ll be surprised to hear what it is.”

Abbie looked at me, waiting to hear what the surprise need was. I didn’t resist. It was the same feeling I felt so many nights, when pent up sexual energy had nowhere to go, and I needed a resolution to my night.

“Miss Abbie…please if you wouldn’t mind, could I be given a quick spanking before I go to my bed?”

It took a while for the laughter to die down. Abbie looked so genuinely amused and happy as tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks. She composed herself finally. “Okay…okay…you’re serious…”

I nodded, going to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon.

I handed it to her and bent over.

“Please Miss, if you could honor me with fifty hard smacks.”

She did her best, starting ridiculously light and harmless, and eventually causing minor discomfort. I thanked her, standing and taking the spoon back.

“Wait, wait…that was a good effort, Abbie..” Vince said with a tone that made it clear he was patronizing her. “But I know maid would appreciate a slightly more robust set of fifty.”

He pointed to Rick. “Give him the spoon, maid.”

I blushed and walked up to Rick. It felt so so awkward and bizarre. I gave him the spoon. He took it and smacked his own palm with it a couple times.

“You want a hard spanking?”

“Yes Sir.” I said softly.

And so my neighbor obliged me, bending me over and smacking the ass of his former equal over and over.