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The New Maid
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Ever fantasize about those "Upstairs Downstairs" days....
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His Lordship
The New Maid
Mrs. Brown, the housekeeper, led her into the study. "Good evening, sir. This
is the new housemaid who started today."
"Ah, yes." He looked up from his book, and considered the new servant girl.
Her red hair and freckles betrayed celtic ancestry. She smiled uncertainly,
bobbed her head at him, and as the pause lengthened, started to blush.
"What's your name?"
"Claire, sir."
"Claire. Don't we already have a Claire here, Mrs. B? Yes, I thought so.
Well, that won't do. Can't have two Claires running around confusing the
footmen. Do you have any other names?"
"I'm Claire Louise O'Brien, sir."
"Louise? No, I have a cousin called Louise. She picks her teeth. Horrible
woman. That won't do either. We don't have a Fanny at the moment. You can be
Fanny. Make a note Mrs. B."
The housekeeper nodded. "Thank the master for your new name, Fanny."
The maid was shocked to have her name taken away from her so easily, but
she managed to say "Thank you, sir."
"Now, Mrs. Brown may have told you that I am a strict master. Strict, but
fair, she might have said. Actually, come to think of it, I would rather be
strict than fair, any day. This is my house, and I don't want to have to go
to the bother of being fair all the time. After all, I'm not bloody Solomon,
am I? It's too much trouble being fair. But I do rather enjoy being strict.
Now, Fanny, do you see that cane sitting in the corner, over there? Go and
fetch it."
"Yes, sir." Fanny collected the bamboo cane and handed it to her employer.
"When I feel the need to be strict with my staff, I use this. Mrs. Brown
did tell you that when she took you on?"
"I'm sure I'll never do anything to give offense, sir. Not enough to be
caned."
"Oh, Fanny, you just weren't listening, were you? Even if you don't give
offense, I may still cane you. Not fair, I agree, but there you have it. In
fact, little Fanny, just to prove the point, I think I'm going to cane you
now. Now, I want you to guess, where am I going to cane you?"
"On my hand, sir?"
"No, no, no. On your bottom, Fanny. On your bare buttocks. Now, what do you
say to that?"
"Please don't sir, I haven't done anything wrong." Fanny's lower lip
started to tremble, and she clasped her hands between her breasts.
"Now, how many strokes? For this I like to consult Lady Luck. I roll the
dice - no, since this is your first time, just one roll... a four! Could be
worse, could be worse. Four strokes. Are you wearing bloomers?"
Fanny shook her head, too frightened and embarrassed to speak. Mrs. Brown
said "I told her not to, sir."
"I should think, not, nasty unhygenic habit. Right then, over the arm of
this chair. Up with her skirt, please, Mrs. B."
The housekeeper lead the girl to a leather covered armchair, and positioned
her bent over the arm, then lifted up her skirt to her waist. As her bottom
was exposed, Fanny covered her face in her hands. Tears of shame and
embarrassment were running down her cheeks.
"Oh, you have freckles on your bum, too. How charming. Like so many little
targets. Well, let me explain the ritual to you. You will say 'Please may I
have the first stroke, master,' and so on, and after each stroke you will say
'Thank you, sir.' So, you have four strokes coming. Ask for the first."
There was a pause, as Fanny tried to get her breath, then very timidly she
said "P-P-Please may I have the first stroke, master?"
Theee was a longer pause. "I really do think that the anticipation is the
best part, sometimes." Then the cane came down in a vicious cut across the
proffered buttocks.
Fanny squealed, went to reach for her behind, thought better of it,
clutched the seat of the chair, and gasped for breath. The housekeeper
prompted her, "Say thank you, dear."
"Thank you, sir." The maid took two more deep breaths. "Please may I have
the second stroke, master? Aooooow!" There had been no waiting for the second
cut. Now quickly between clenched teeth,
"Thank-you-sir-please-may-I-have-the-third-stroke-master?" Fanny had decided
to get her torment over as quickly as possible. Her employer decided to
linger for a while.
"Looks like Spring is here at last, eh, Mrs. B?"
"Yes, sir, the daffs are coming up a treat."
"I really must tell the gardener to do something about that damn fish pond
silting up. Remind me, Mrs. B."
The cane rested gently on Fanny's bottom for a moment and she flinched. It
lifted, hovered in the air for a moment, then came swishing down on the arm
of the chair, missing Fanny entirely. She sobbed in fright. "Oh, dear, we'd
better do that one again, hadn't we? Now what was that, two?
"Three, sir."
"Are you arguing with me, Fanny?"
"No, sir."
"Then go back to two."
"Yes, sir, please may I have the second stroke again, master? Ooooh! Ooow!
Thank you, sir"
"We're starting to get a nice criss cross pattern, now. Next!"
"Please may I have the third stroke now, master?" Another pause. "Please,
sir. AOUUUUUUUW! Thank you, sir. Please may I have the last stroke, master?"
"Ask for an extra hard one for luck."
"Please may I have an extra hard one for luck, sir?" The last stroke was
actually three in quick succession, all in the same line across Fanny's
bottom, and each one harder than the last. The maid broke down into
uncontrolled sobbing, while the housekeeper helped her to her feet, and
supported her.
"Very good, Fanny, your bum colors very nicely. Your regular punishment
night will be Tuesday, and next time we will play with both dice. Oh, and
doubles count double. Good night Mrs. B."
His Lordship
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