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The Maids Day In
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THE MAID'S DAY IN
It was such a clear and warm day I did my work quickly to
get ahead so when my master left on his mid day erin I would have
time to do what I wanted. Well, that's how this mess started. Let
me tell you I will keep my nose to the grind stone from now on.
I am the maid to one J. J. Garr esq. and he is a fair man
for the most part. I must say, I had never been chastise when I
didn't do something to merit it, and the wages are fair. I take
care of a beautiful estate and have a grand room to sleep. Help
with the windows. A gardener that is young and virile. It's a
grand job indeed.
I had worked there about 4 months now and I have only been
spanked once by the master. It was for being careless with my
work and breaking a vase. He was there when I did it and I found
myself over his knee very quickly, getting my bare bottom hand
spanked. I did not ever realize he had pulled my panties down
until the spanking was over! He was that quick and my bottom was
very sore.
It was not so much the pain, in the training school I was
punished with the cane across my bare bottom in front of the
class. But it was humiliating to be spanked, bare bottom by my
new employer. I wanted to make a impeccable start and I avoided
another spanking for a couple months, until today. Why did I work
so fast. Why did I want to go out side to sit under the tree,
read, eat and carry on like one of the rich ladies that I would
minister to. I have made my bed and now I will have to lie in it.
I fell somnolent under that tree, that big beautiful tree I
have dreamed I was the lady and I, was being tended to when I was
abruptly awakened by my masters yank. I opened my eye to see him
bending over me and he was admonishing me as he pulled me to my
feet. He quickly bent me like a twig, and I felt the cold air on
my bottom at my clothes were displaced. And then that mighty hand
of his descending on my derriere with those merciless spanks,
those brisk hard spanks. I started crying like a baby. I did not
know what was happening, was I in a dream still? The pain told me
no. What did I do to warrant this? Wakened with such a dismay.
I remember him saying something about work. I was crying so
loud and hard I do not remember much more until he released me
and set me to the ground in a heap. I was on my bare bottom and I
moved to the side to cuddle my blazing flanks, I looked up to see
him point towards the mansion and with a howl I was on my way to
his study. I thought I was to be discharged. But when we arrived
he opened the closet door and pulled out a strange looking chair.
He wheeled it to the center of the room and told me to lay across
it like this, as he pointed to where my head should be.
He positioned me slightly and then as he buckled the straps
around my back and my legs it became apparent what was to happen.
He buckled my back first lower then high across my shoulders.
Then he went from leg to leg. First the calf, then the thigh. He
slowly pulled down my panties half way down my thighs. And then
removed my 6 inch heels one at a time. There I was with my bottom
and my feet high in the air.
He slowly walked in front of me and opened the door of the
closet where he removed this contraption from. There on the back
of the door were hung a dozen canes of different sizes and
length. He stood there for a while looking and I am sure deciding
which to choose. He picked up one and swished it once then twice
and did the same with another, and another. He finally chose a
long thin cane that seemed to please him. Swishing it too and fro
he slowly walked behind me and began to speak. "Your actions
today were most unprofessional. You did your job sloppy and I am
sure you rushed everything to lounge while was away. I will teach
you to watch your step"! Whack, he brought the cane down on the
soles of my feet. I tried to kick but he had me bound too tight.
"I will teach you with bastinado, that is I will cane your
feet so you will think of me as you walk through your duties and
to remember to do your job carefully. One step at a time". Whack!
down came that cane again across my feet. "You will also learn
not to sit on my time". Whack, down came that cane across my
derriere, I screamed and tugged but could not move an inch. "You
will not be able to sit, you will not be able to walk with out
discomfort, And if I catch you slowing down I will cane you much
worse". With that said he started the real punishment. A barrage
of stinging whacks across my feet. Very slowly and very
deliberate. I tried to kick, all I could do is scream with each
one. Ten, twenty forty whack across my feet and then with out a
word he started canning my bottom. I tried to wiggle, to pull
against the ties but all I could do was just take it. Ten,
twenty, forty strokes with that cane. When he was through all I
remembering was the tears running down my face.
I will leave you here for a while to think of you crimes.
I will be back in 30 minutes to see what attitude you have.
Thirty minutes later he came back in. And without a word he
picked up the cane and started swishing it. I begged him for
release and made promises of improvement. He did not speak a word
and I felt a stinging cut with that cane across my bottom. I
screamed in surprise and much as in pain. He swung again and this
time it landed across the soles of my feet. Back and forth the
cane flew, my feet, my bottom. I was squiring and crying to every
beat. He finally spoke. "Have you learned you lesson"? "Yes sir,
sob" "I will let you go now and you will repeat all of your day's
work. You will do it with out your panties and your dress will be
tucked up and under your bra strap. Do you understand"? "Yes
sir".
He undid the straps and helped me down. I removed my panties
and I could scarcely stand, my feet hurt like I have walked miles
on sharp rocks. I sat on a wooden chair to pull my undies off and
my bottom hurt worse than my feet. I shot up and I stood there
and just cried. I took my panties and reached for my shoes and
suddenly felt a spank across my sore bottom. "Put you shoes on
girl"! "Sir, my feet hurt so, I don't think I can". "Put you
shoes on now or we will start over again"! I slipped my shoes on,
6 inch heel and all. It hurt with every step. My bottom hurt with
every step. I repeated all my work very slowly and very carefully
that day and I finished at eight O'clock. I walked up to my room
and fell on the bed. I started rubbing my bottom and then my
feet. Ow did I ever hurt, I just rubbed and rubbed and I started
to get the most curious feeling between my legs. I rubbed my body
all over that night until I fell asleep. I don't want to be
punished like that again so I will be careful but at the same
time I really like the feeling of rubbing the pain away.
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