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Continued…

Samantha had absolutely no choice if she wanted to keep her job, but having to submit to a spanking from the hand of her Mistress, Lady Charlotte, who was only a few years older than herself would be incredibly humiliating. She wasn’t a child any longer and shouldn’t have to submit to such a demeaning punishment, not that she had ever been spanked as a child. What right did her Mistress have to exact such a punishment on her bottom just because she came from a titled family? It was so unfair, although it had always been thus! The upper classes always felt so superior. They held the purse strings. They had had the sort of education that cultivated this sense of arrogant superiority over their inferiors who were placed on God’s earth to do all the menial jobs. This left them the time and ease to develop their ‘higher thoughts’!

Lady Charlotte watched her young maid battling with her thoughts. She could see the anguish in her maid’s face. She relished the power she possessed over her servants. It was only right that she should chastise her minions when they stepped out of line. This naughty young slip of a girl deserved a good thrashing to teach her her true place in the social order. She needed to learn how to behave and be totally obedient to her Mistress’ wishes. Who better to deliver such a thrashing than herself? As far as she was concerned her servants were not a lot different to children who needed a firm hand to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Charlotte sat there waiting impatiently for her maid to get across her knee. “Well, are you going to get across my knee, or would you prefer to leave my employment right now? Hurry up, I haven’t got all day to waste on the likes of you!”

“Oh no, Ma’am! But it’s so humiliating and embarrassing to be treated like a naughty child. Can’t you punish me in some other way?” pleaded Samantha, her hands clutching at her apron.

“I can think of no better way of correcting your behaviour than attending to your bottom. No one is too old to receive a sound spanking, my girl. I repeat, either get across my knee NOW or leave my house for good!” replied Lady Charlotte, sounding increasingly irritated by her maid’s indecision.
Tears started to trickle down Samantha’s face. There was no other way out of her predicament. She would have to get across her Mistress’ knee and suffer the consequences. Without replying, she reluctantly lay down across Lady Charlotte’s knee.

Looking down disdainfully at her maid now reluctantly draped across her knees, Lady Charlotte continued, “That’s better. I think you’ve made the right decision. A little pain for a short while is a small price to pay for your despicable behaviour and far better than being out on the street having to look for new employment.” As she completed her sentence, she suddenly gave Samantha’s skirt-clad bottom a hard slap, totally catching her by surprise.

Samantha let out a loud squeal, “YEOWHHHH!”… more in surprise than in pain.

Charlotte contemplated her maid’s upturned bottom, “Hmmm! If you thought that hurt, just wait until I get going! There’s plenty more where that came from, BUT, before I start, I need to bare your bottom. Spankings are always so much more effective when delivered across bare flesh as you are about to discover! Your skirts provide far too much protection, young lady.”

“Oh! Ma’am. Please not on the bare! It will be so embarrassing! Please, I beg you, can’t I at least retain my drawers?” Samantha cried out.

“How dare you continue to beg for lenience, you silly girl. Don’t make such a fuss. All my other servants accept their punishments on the bare bottom, so I have no intention of making an exception for you! Do show some fortitude. You must realise that I was brought up to ensure the likes of you learned to show total obedience and respect for their betters!” Charlotte said, in a rather pompous voice.

So saying, Lady Charlotte quickly pulled Samantha’s skirts up over her back and parted her plain white cotton drawers. As she did so, Samantha’s naked bottom ‘domed up’ into view like two plump puddings!

Samantha gasped at the sudden baring of her bottom. She clamped her legs tightly together, hoping that she wasn’t displaying her private parts.

Charlotte’s eyes gleamed with pleasure. A fresh, virgin unspanked bottom to acquaint herself thoroughly with…. a rather pretty bottom in fact that was going to be a delight to deal with! She spent some time fondling Samantha’s soft white cheeks, caressing the flesh and patting it to test its resistance to her hand.

Already Samantha was blushing heavily. Her bottom had never been so rudely exposed to someone’s gaze before, let alone fondled in such a way.

Finally Lady Charlotte ceased her examination of the delightful bottom across her lap.

“Right, young lady. I think it’s time to start your spanking! Are you ready?”
Without waiting for a response, Charlotte raised her arm up high and brought her hand down smartly across the centre of Samantha’s bottom, landing with a very satisfying meaty ‘SMACK!’

Samantha yelped loudly, “YEEOUCHHH! OOOOOOO!

Charlotte examined the red handprint left on the quivering orbs and felt very excited. Samantha’s skin was fair and would redden up beautifully, which Charlotte always found a very rewarding sight when spanking bottoms!

Having delivered the first smack, Charlotte took a firm grip around Samantha’s waist with her left hand and started to wallop her bottom in earnest, alternating her smacks between the now wobbling left and right cheek, as well as occasionally smacking the backs of her thighs through the thin cotton of Samantha’s drawers.

SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!

Oh how Samantha squirmed and wriggled over her Mistress’ knee, maintaining an almost constant stream of loud squealing and yelling.

After a few minutes, Lady Charlotte paused and addressed Samantha in severe tones, “Good God, young lady, you’re such a baby. If you can’t handle a relatively gentle hand spanking without making such a song and dance of it, I dread to think how you’ll be able to cope with the tawsing and caning I fully intend to give you for your other two offences! Now grit your teeth and take the rest of your spanking with a little more decorum!”

Charlotte then continued to spank Samantha as hard as she could, determined to ensure her wayward maid learnt her first lesson well. To her credit, Samantha tried hard to contain herself, reacting slightly less noisily, but the stinging blows raining down across her buttocks were incredibly difficult to ignore in total silence!

The spanking continued unabated, the sound of palm hitting bare flesh echoing around the room, interspersed with Samantha’s occasional yelps and pleas for the spanking to stop.

SMACK! SMACK!

“YYYYEEEEEEOWWWW!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“OUCHHH! Oh please, Ma’am, please STOP! OOOHHH! Haven’t I been punished enough?”

SMACK! SMACK!

“OOOHHHHH!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“OWWWWWWW OOOOOOOOH OWWWWWWW OOOOOOHH!”

Lady Charlotte ignored her maid’s squealing and begging. She had a job to do! It was her duty to ensure that this naughty maid was thoroughly punished. She would spank her long and hard, and would only stop once she felt that the lesson she was imparting had been well and truly driven home. Her hand would not cease walloping Samantha’s now frantically wriggling buttocks until both cheeks were bright red and the maid was howling in floods of tears.

And so the spanking continued relentlessly. Lady Charlotte was enjoying every minute of Samantha’s ordeal. What it was to have a young lady across her knee, her bare bottom bouncing and squirming as her hand slapped the rippling, redding flesh! It was so exhilarating… so…arousing!

SMACK! SLAP!

‘ARGHHH! YEEEEEOWWW!”

SLAP! SLAP!

“OH Ma’am…pl…eaeease…”

SMACK!

“OOHHHH! My bottom….please STOP!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

SMACK! SLAP! SMACK!

“YEOWHHH! OH, Ma’am, please…please not so hard…OOOHHHH!”

Finally, after what must have been a good 10 minutes, Charlotte felt she had achieved her goal. Samantha’s bottom was now glowing deep red and she was sobbing loudly, as she lay limply over her knee no longer displaying any sign of fighting her punishment.

Charlotte gently stroked Samantha’s now well-warmed bottom, appreciating her handiwork. There was nothing so alluring as the sight of a freshly-spanked bottom, the muscles twitching involuntarily as they throbbed and burned from the recent onslaught.

At last, Lady Charlotte spoke, “Your first punishment for spilling soup over one of my guests is now completed. You are forgiven. You may get up now and have some time to recover before I deal with your second offence.”
Samantha quickly got off Lady Charlotte’s knee, her hands rushing to rub her very sore red buttocks as she hopped from one foot to another. Her face was bright red and tear-stained.

Lady Charlotte watched her maid with some amusement dancing around, before addressing her again, “Don’t you think it would be prudent to make a formal apology for your misdemeanor, young lady, and thank me for taking the time and trouble chastising you?”

Samantha sniffed loudly. She could hardly believe the confident arrogance of this lady, only slightly older than herself, who had inflicted so much pain to her posterior. Yet she had no choice. She was a mere servant, totally dependent on this woman’s employment to survive in this World. She swallowed what little pride she possessed and blurted out her apology.

“I’m truly sorry (sniff) for what I did Ma’am and thank you (sniff) for taking the time to correct my mistake.”

“That’s better! It was my pleasure to show you the error of your ways. You’re a quick learner. Now stop snivelling and stand back by the wall over there to recover, whilst I take some refreshment before I embark on correcting your second misdemeanour – that of drinking my Sherry!”

Samantha moved to the wall and stood quietly, her bottom glowing and throbbing. Yet, despite the burning sensations in her bottom, she was puzzled and rather disconcerted by the fact that she felt distinctly moist between her legs and, if she was honest with herself, rather aroused. How could that possibly be? As she quickly glanced at her Mistress, so confident and so commanding, she felt a shiver of excitement run through her. It was all so confusing!

As a wall clock ticked ominously in the background, Samantha’s thoughts slowly turned to what still lay ahead – a tawsing, followed by a caning! How would she be able to cope with the tawse, let alone the cane?

More soon…

Asa