From Uniform Girls 31
Her employer was a very attractive woman in her early thirties and Kim had liked her from the moment she had been admitted for interview. Kim was just into her twentieth year and had been ‘in service’ from the age of eighteen. Her last employer had been over familiar with his wandering hands and although Kim was reasonable about such things, her employer’s wife was not.
The woman to whom she had applied for the position of maid had spoken to her very kindly about the terms of the contract and had shown her all over the house. The master bedroom with the maid’s room adjourning. The bathroom. The main reception room with lounge etcetera, etcetera. The kitchen was a large room too. Then they came to the very sombre room. This was the one room that did not have wall-to-wall carpet. There was a large square rug with polished wood as a surround.
‘And this is the punishment room.’
‘Miss?’ Kim’s eyes had opened wide with surprise and her response was a question in itself.
‘The punishment room,’ the woman smiled sweetly as though she perfectly understood Kim’s attitude.
Kim’s tongue lightly ran from one side of her lips to the other… surely, her prospective employer could not be serious. The look in the eyes revealed that there was no joke.
‘I… I don’t think I understand,’ Kim stuttered.
‘Alright. I think an explanation is in the natural order of things,’ the woman was prepared to go into details.
It would probably be better if she really did explain to this attractive young person, then there would be no room for misunderstandings. The girl could always pack her things and go if she did not like it.
‘I do not like to spend time being wasted in girlish sulks and pouting. So. If you misbehave or are ever naughty, then we come in here. You will know why you are here and it will save me making a lot of unnecessary explanations. You will come in this room whenever I deem you have misbehaved and I will spank your bottom.’
Kim nearly burst out laughing. It was a nervous reaction, of course and she was not too sure how to handle it.
‘Spank me? On my bottom?’ her mouth gasped the words rather than spoke them.
‘Yes. Do you accept this clause in your contract?’
‘I… I don’t know, Miss,’ Kim was amazed at the way that the interview had gone.
She certainly liked the idea of working for this attractive and wealthy lady; but this was the first time she had ever met such strange terms. ‘Perhaps you should look elsewhere,’ the lovely woman suggested with that smile that told Kim that she was really a very nice person.
‘Oh no. Please. I’m sorry. I must admit though that I was taken by surprise,’ she said.
The prospective employer looked at the confusion written all over the lovely girl’s face. She personally hoped that Kim would accept the post. She certainly had a strikingly good-looking face, a soft, curvy rounded body and from the manner her skirt shaped round her bottom there would be a lot of premium in having that skirt off, the panties lowered and the bottom that appeared so attractive when dressed stretched nicely and properly over the mistress’s lap.
‘Do you want to work for me?’
‘Yes. Yes, I think I would like to,’ Kim blushed even deeper. It was as if she was saying yes, I would like to work for you and to have my naughty bottom spanked whenever I misbehave myself.
‘Spanked bottoms too if you are naughty?’
‘Y…yes, I suppose so,’ Kim shifted from one foot to the other. To hell with it. There were not that many well-paid positions going. So what is a spanked bum between friends?
‘Good. I’ll leave you to get unpacked and make yourself comfortable. You will start duties tomorrow,’ she smiled.
Kim looked round the room ruefully. She hoped that she would not have to come in here again… except to clean it of course.
Kim knew to the letter what her duties were to be and she had been doing this sort of work for a married family for the last two years. Pity about her previous employer’s wife catching her and the husband together. That had been quite a well-paid job with all the perks thrown in… but there was never any of this spanking business with them. She blushed again as her bottom was lightly patted when she passed her new employer. Lord, she is getting the feel of it already. I’ll have to watch my step or else that patting will turn into something of a different calibre… and my bottom will not have the covering to protect it as it has now!
After she had bathed, she still felt the odd tingles that had been aroused when the employer had explained the purpose of the room… spanking, no less. Well there was a novel twist.
Kim felt that her employer, being so sweet and delightful to be with would certainly not take up a lot of time enforcing this spanking business. She was sure that it had been a ploy just to make sure that she kept on the right track and not to get into too many scrapes.
It soon became apparent that the lady who was now her boss spent a lot of time at leisure in the evening and went out to an elite club. This suited Kim down to the ground and it gave her unlimited time to relax and even catch up on her household tasks. She gradually got used to the woman’s comings and goings and was able now to set her watch with the precision of the woman’s evening departures and arrival back home. Thursday nights were those that took longest for the employer to get home and so, one Thursday as soon as she had departed, Kim was in her bathroom. She was not normally allowed in this room without the woman herself being here and with Kim in attendance. She drew a large bath of water emptied expensive perfumed oils into it and then sank into the forbidden tub to luxuriate in the sweet smelling suds. This is the life, she thought. Perfect pleasure.
Laying back, idly letting her hand stroke the perfumed waters into her body, she was surprised to hear the front door open. Oh shit! She’s come back early. For the first time ever. Hastily she got out of the bath and pulled the plug trying to get the high water to run away faster than it normally could have done. She pulled towels round her body and opened the windows to try in some way to get the heat from the room. She did not know why, but visions of the sombre punishment room loomed in her mind. Ominously so. She was still rubbing the terry towel robe over her skin when Priscilla Wensley walked in.
‘Oh Miss… l wasn’t expecting you back,’ Kim said lame and limp.
The plumbing in your bathroom not working?’ Priscilla asked sarcastically and with one fine eyebrow raised.
‘Er… oh yes,’ Kim felt like a criminal!
‘I’ll see you in the morning.’
‘Yes, Miss. Er… G’night,’ she just could not think of anything else to say or how else to react.
It was another hour before she was in her own bedroom and she felt as guilty as hell. Surely, Miss Wensley was not going to smack her bottom! I’m too big. I’m twenty years of age and girls or young ladies of twenty years did not have their bums spanked. Did they? It was all too mortifying to even think about let alone to actually have to go over Miss Wensley’s lap with her panties down… oh Lord; don’t even think about it, she moaned to herself.
And Miss Wensley had not responded to the ‘G’night’ that Kim had weakly called out.
The atmosphere the following morning was decidedly stony and frigid to say the least. Kim served breakfast as she always did and she cleared away as she always did. She pulled a bath as normal and everything regarding her duties she executed in the best possible manner that would normally have earned her credit marks by any standard. This morning, the silence was so concentrated that one could cut it with a knife.
‘Eleven o’clock, young lady. In the Brown room,’ Priscilla told her sharply.
‘Yes, Miss,’ she stumbled over the two words even.
‘Sharp,’ Priscilla added as she swept from the breakfast room. Kim’s face was certainly a study in abject misery as she stood there looking at the door through which Priscilla Wensley had just departed.
All the minutes up to the appointed hour Kim constantly reminded herself that she was no schoolgirl. Nobody was going to make her take her panties down for a spanking. Nobody, not even Priscilla Wensley, was going to make her bare her bottom so that they could spank it. She had her rights as a human being and it was too degrading to even think about. How dare that attractive employer suggest that she could smack her whenever she thought that the maid had misbehaved. It was inhuman and monstrous even. She would appeal to Miss Wensley’s sense of propriety. She was sure that if she put her point properly then she would avoid being spanked.
The fact that she was dressed as Priscilla had told her to dress was the fact that she did not want to go into that room appearing to be disobedient from the outset. A neat blue and white check blouse and these awful tight-fitting knickers. Not panties, but cloth knickers that were just a shade too tight for her and seemed to enhance the full rounded spheres of her backside. They were too tight, too out of fashion and no girl in her right mind would be seen in them. But just to let Miss Wensley know that she was not wilfully naughty, she put them on.
And the low-heel, highly-polished shoes. With white ankle socks. It certainly put her at a disadvantage, she felt. Why couldn’t she wear her daily uniform? Dressed like this… well, just look at the reflection. Kim coloured first with anger at the spectacle her mistress was trying to make of her and then a deeper blush when she realised that with the lowering or removal of the knickers, she would only have the waist-length blouse covering her at all. Everything would be exposed… except for her breasts that is. She felt that given a choice she would rather remove the blouse! Again and again, as she walked uncertainly towards that room, she rehearsed exactly what she was going to say. She knocked on the door and waited for the terse command to go in.
‘You know my rules regarding behaviour, Kim,’ the woman started.
‘Yes, Miss. But I don’t think you ought to even consider spanking me. It is too shameful… humiliating. I don’t think it is the least bit proper for you to expect me to submit to such a terrible ordeal.’ Kim started out alright, but words tripped over each other and then she was stammering and not making much sense at all.
‘And I don’t think you should trespass in those rooms that I consider private,’ Miss Wensley told her as she pulled the reluctant girl down over her lap.
Kim just could not believe that this was happening! Her arms were down one side, her palms resting on the floor and her legs thrust out the other side of the knees, with feet actually digging into the carpet.
‘Oh no… Miss… Please,’ she half cried out as she felt the knickers being pulled down her legs.
As the knickers were gradually taken down, so Kim slipped to her knees but that lap was still beneath her and she was virtually on all fours. What was even worse, was that she was bare bottomed now and Miss Wensley was stroking the naked cheeks of Kim’s bottom quite freely.
‘I don’t think a spanking will come amiss, young lady,’ Priscilla told her and to give action to words, Kim felt the first stinging slap come down onto her right buttock.
The creamy white background of her rounded cheek now had a distinct handprint of red over it… only one handprint and that was the exact spot that Kim felt was tingling… the other nate responded in exactly the same way… two rounded cheeks, two imprinted red hand marks.
‘Oh pleasee… pleassseee, Miss,’ she called out as her very soul became more and more anguished.
The hand soon settled into a pattern that was slowly transforming the bared bottom to a tomato-coloured sensation of furnace heat. Kim was soon kicking her legs about not caring too much about modesty. All she was aware of right now was that hand and its ability to produce a real flashing hotness each time it spanked down onto her rounded bum.
Spank… spank… spank… spank… ‘Ohhh… oww… oh please… please… no… no…’ Kim let Priscilla know that her bottom was stinging terribly and those slaps seemed to be growing in strength. Instead of the hand weakening, it appeared that the more practise it got the harder it was able to come down.
Kim tried to get her hands over the now heated nates, but the well-versed Priscilla simply grabbed both wrists and with an ease that one would not have thought her capable of, she thrust them up to the small of Kim’s back. This slightly impeded the jerking movement that Kim felt her buttocks wanted to make!
Through the mists of the ever-increasing pain waves, Kim realised that with her kneeling legs moving in every possible direction, she was making quite an exhibition of her body and this only caused her further deep shame.
She had struggled and thrust her legs about so much that her shoes had long come off her feet. Every so often, the spanking ceased but only just long enough for Priscilla to stroke her hands over the highly-heated nates. They were very red now, and when Priscilla saw the undercurve showing white, she knew she would have to remedy the omission to spank the lower orbs.
‘Ow!!! That hurts,’ Kim shouted as the fresh area and also the most sensitive parts were subjected to the pain-instilling slaps. It was not that the preceding spanking had not hurt, it was that the lower curves were very tenderised areas and with the palm reaching new territory, that newly invaded source became even more hot than the rest of her bottom.
The spanking seemed to go on forever and at last Kim was pushed away from Priscilla’s lap. She could hardly bear to sit on the couch, her knickers still round her knees as she thrust her right hand up to the tear-filled eyes.
‘Now I know you have been punished properly. I dare say that you will be punished again… so to help you get over it, I want you to go and lay down for a while.’ Priscilla had returned to being all nice again.
In her small room, Kim lay there, here chest heaving with the sobs that came from her at intervals. She was pleased to get between the cold sheets.
She looked at the door when it opened and Priscilla came in smiling sweetly… Kim could not believe the vision that walked into the room. Her mistress, whose body could be described as faultless, was wearing only brassiere and panties. As she slipped these two garments from her, she reached for the covers of Kim’s bedding and eased them down. Kim had no clothes on either, and with her head spinning, she moved over to make room for Priscilla’s shapely torso…‘There… there,’ Priscilla was using her very best soothing tone… ‘We know what helps to make things all better don’t we?’ Kim would have said something… but her lips were covered by Priscilla’s.