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I'll spare you the descriptions of my normal (for want of a better word) spankings. It is enough for you to know that they continued on a semi-regular basis. It was a month after the chauffeur had his turn that another staff member spanked me and what a spanking it was!
We were in the library as usual and he brought up the subject of my periodic punishments. Actually, it wasn't a long discussion and was primarily one sided. He looked up from his book and said, "You're going to get spanked tonight."
This caught me off guard since he came directly to the library with me and did not go to prepare the special room. As was my nature, I did not question him but noticed the subtle change in terminology. Not that he was going to do that but just that I would receive one. This was how he said it the night he let the chauffeur spank me. So as I simply nodded in acceptance of his decree I knew it would not be him attending to my bottom. I asked, "Who will be spanking me?"
He did not answer immediately. Instead he said, "When I asked what you would do if I sent you to the chauffeur for a spanking you said you would obey but expressed a concern about being alone with him. I can understand your trepidation if I sent you to one of the men. They might take advantage of your exposed and vulnerable situation and force you to do things beyond offering yourself for spanking. However, that should not be a problem tonight. I'm not going to be with you but you should be safe from untoward advances. When the kitchen is cleaned up the cook is going to spank you."
Visions of my mother taking me over her knee surfaced and I was afraid I was going to revert to a childish state. He seemed to understand. "The maid is going to be there to watch. She's seen me give you a little spanking but watching you receive the same punishment she is subject to will be instructive and motivational is a way."
So, I wasn't going to be treated like a little girl. I offered to help them clean up and he scowled. "I should say not. You are a guest in this house, not one of my employees. I may send you to one of them to be spanked but aside from that they will show you proper respect. You don't do housework here."
Suitably chastised, I apologized and he went back to his book. I pretended to be reading mine but it was hopeless. When you're waiting to be spanked that's the only thing on your mind.
Eventually, the maid entered and after greeting her employer she turned to me. "The cook sent me to fetch you Miss. I'll go with you to your room so you can get ready."
I asked what she meant and she seemed surprised. "I guess you don't know her ways, do you Miss. When she punishes me I have to report to her in nothing but my underwear. She let's me keep my bra but my panties come off as soon as I arrive. My room is close to hers so the trip is not a big problem. If you like we can go there for you to get undressed."
The fellow with his nose in a book spoke up. "She can do that here. I will want to see the results before she puts her clothes back on."
That settled the matter. I watched him and he never looked up from his reading as I disrobed and carefully folded everything. Then I said, "I'm ready."
As I started to leave the room he said, "Don't forget to mind your manners. The maid will tell you what to do."
As promised, my guide briefed me on what was expected. I had to close my eyes when I heard it. This was going to be more than just a spanking and the rest of the walk was even harder to make; especially when we went past the servant's rooms. All three men had their doors open and were watching me as I passed. The maid had warned me about that. She said, "I hate it when they do that. Their doors are open so they can hear everything. I try to be quiet but it's really no use. Cook can really spank and I think she prides herself on making it hurt so much I can't help myself. The guys get a real earful. I'm told she's going to spank you the same way she does me so don't try to be brave. I've accepted that they enjoy my humiliation so you might as well not worry about it. I've heard you when he spanks you in the other room and so have they. They're just a little closer this time."
She leaned close to whisper, "Personally, I know they masturbate when they hear it. My room is next to the gardener's and I hear him playing with himself when Cook gets spanked. His bed thumps harder as poor Cook's cries get louder."
Great, in addition to everything else I was going to provide them with sexual satisfaction in an indirect way. Still it was interesting to know that the one who was going to make me scream was also subject to corporal punishment. I didn't ask but wondered who got to take the woman over his knee.
That thought disappeared when we got to our destination. She was waiting for us in a sturdy chair which appeared to be a twin to the one in the special room. She smiled when she saw us and politely said, "Hello girls. What can I do for you?"
That seemed like a silly question since she already had the familiar wooden spoon in her hands. The maid whispered, "Go ahead Miss. It'll be worse if you make her remind you."
I nodded as the maid stepped to one side and began the required ritual. "Good evening Ma'am. I'm here to be punished. May I take my panties off so you can spank me on my bare bottom?"
The face was as friendly as it always was as she replied, "Yes Dear and it was nice of you to ask."
I had been told to keep them in my hand after taking them off and when I straightened up again I had to say something my parents never required of me. The words almost caught in my throat. "I'm ready to be spanked now."
She said, "So you are Dear. The question is; do you want me to spank you?"
I had been asked this question before and I had to bite my lip to keep from saying the truth. My answer had been decided for me. "Yes Ma'am. I want you to punish me. I deserve no less than a long and hard spanking."
The part about deserving it was my second lie but manners are manners. The really odd thing was that I do not condone prevarication in myself or others. However, my obedient adherence to the compulsory script had forced me to perjure myself. So, in an ironic and paradoxical way, I did deserve to be punished. Funny, isn't it?
Forgive this little aside but it wasn't the first time I had my bottom warmed for that little crime. And like this incident, the lie was for a good reason. I'll have to tell you about it later. OK. I'll tell this much; I'm not talking about when my parents raised me. It was in this house and over his knee. So now, let's get back to the cook. If you remember; I had just said I deserved the spanking she was about to give me.
She smiled again. "Very well. I'll do as you ask. Over you go now. That's a good girl. I'm afraid this is going to hurt but it's for your own good."
The last part of my good manners speech was the hardest. "I understand. Thank you Ma'am. I appreciate you taking the time to correct my faults."
A quiet voice above me said, "You're welcome Dear. You're a well mannered young lady but a good healthy spanking from time to time will help you stay that way. Here we go."
As you have already guessed, she didn't do any caressing or fondling. It was hard impact from the very first swat. It didn't take very long before my cries of anguish echoed off the walls. A few swats later she stopped. She sounded more annoyed than angry as she said, "Go to your room if you're going to do that. You can leave my door open if you like."
I looked in time to see the maid's hand coming out from under her skirt. The men weren't the only ones to find the sounds of spanking arousing. I felt a great disappointment. I was starting to think of the other girl as a compatriot of sorts and felt even more ashamed.
Rather than leaving a directed the maid said, "I'm sorry Ma'am. The Master said I was to stay and watch so I might learn something."
The older woman sighed. "Yes. That's right. You can stay here but there's no need to be so shy. Take all your clothes off and do it right. Wait, I have a better idea. Since you've been rude to me and my guest a little punishment is in order. Go to the gardener and have him strip you. Leave your clothes there and after we're done here you can go back to him."
The girl whined, "No Ma'am. Please not him. He'll want to use me when I go back for my clothes. He's a dirty old man who's always trying to look up my skirt. Can't I go to the chauffeur instead?"
The answer was short and to the point. "No. Do as you're told or you'll be back here later and it won't be to watch a spanking."
A dejected "Yes Ma'am" prefaced the girl's departure.
The cook spoke to me. "It will take her a few minutes so I'll just slow down a bit. Don't want you to forget why you're here now, do we?"
I assumed the question was rhetorical and didn't answer until the spoon landed on me very hard. She said, "Good manners mean you should answer a question when it's put to you."
I had to think back to her question and make sure I replied correctly. This was not in my pre-briefed script so I had to improvise and keep it in the same vein. "No Ma'am. I should be reminded why I'm on your lap until she returns. Please spank me as you see fit."
I could hear the smile in her voice as she started what she called a slowdown. "That's a good girl. It was only a small breach of decorum and I'll have to let it pass. If it was the girl I'd have her go to each of the men afterwards as punishment but I'm only authorized to spank you. I could give you extra swats but by the time I'm done with this spanking you'll be too sore for them to have any real effect. I won't even mention it to his Lordship so consider yourself lucky this time."
There wasn't a question in her speech but I wisely decided to respond. "Thank you Ma'am. That's very kind of you."
Imagine those two sentences interspersed with small gasps and other minor interruptions since the spoon was still landing on me. Maybe not as hard as before but still creating a significant sting.
When the maid returned she was nude and the cook said, "That's better Dear. Now you can play with those too. Just be quiet about it. Oh, never mind that. She's going to overpower any noise you might make."
She said that with a small chuckle but I did not see any humor in it. I caught a glimpse of the maid as she put one hand on her breast and the other down to her crotch. She leaned against the wall and I heard her say, "I'm ready Ma'am. Spank her like you did to me when I broke the good vase."
Well, so much for a sympathetic observer. The cook chuckled again. "Oh Yes. I remember that one. Thanks for reminding me but I intended to give her a really good dose of the spoon anyway. That's what his Lordship asked me to do. By the way, did the gardener enjoy himself?"
In spite of the continuing swats I was watching the maid. She blushed even while manipulating herself. "Yes, Ma'am. I think he did and he wants to, well if I say what he wants to do I'll be in trouble for profanity."
Another laugh from above me, "Never mind. I know what he wants to do with you. I can see him now. Not knowing when to stop playing with himself so he can save it for you. Well, enough of that. Let's get back to business. Are you ready to start again Sweetheart?"
I had gone from Dear to Sweetheart but whoever I was, I was demonstrating my good manners. "Yes Ma'am. Please continue my punishment as you are supposed to."
With that the slowdown was over and we were back to the regularly scheduled spanking. I no longer cared who was listening or what the maid was doing to herself. The whole world consisted of agonizing pain. Time had no meaning. I could not remember when I wasn't being spanked by this woman and had no concept of when it would end.
But end it did although it took me a while to realize it. I was sobbing on her lap for the longest time and when I became coherent I noticed the maid wasn't there. The cook saw me looking in that direction and said, "She's with the gardener but don't worry. You just stay here and try to relax. She'll be back in a minute to take you upstairs. The old coot shouldn't take too long getting his rocks off with her. Was it as bad as you expected?"
I could barely talk but courtesy dictated that I should answer. Between gasps and sniffles I said, "I don't know what I was expecting except a very hard spanking and it was. I'm sorry if I was wriggling and kicking so much. I try to be good about staying in position and I wasn't trying to avoid anything but it really hurt."
She lightly patted my bottom which may have been a nice gesture but not appreciated when it's on the area tenderized by the spoon which was just about everywhere from my thighs to the top of swell. I grimaced but didn't complain as she said, "I know Dear. It was supposed to hurt and I was able to hold you without too much trouble."
I then said, "I pity the maid the next time you have to punish her."
She replied, "Don't worry about her Dear. She only gets what she deserves. I know you didn't do anything wrong but when he tells me to do something I don't want to disappoint him. Before you get up isn't there something else you have to say?"
Oddly enough, it wasn't as difficult to express as I thought it would be. "Yes Ma'am. Thank you for spanking me."
She helped me to my feet as she said, "You're welcome Dear. Put your panties on now. Don't want you parading through the house without them. Just pull them down a bit when you stop in front of the fellow's rooms. Ah, here's our little tart. How was it?"
The maid was dressed again and scrunched her face up. "It was disgusting. He made me get on all fours and . . ."
The cook stopped her. "That's enough. We don't want all the sordid details. Take this young lady past their rooms and then upstairs."
As required we paused at each open door and I bent over and pulled my panties down for them to see the results of what they heard. Thankfully, none of them made any comments except the obvious. Yes, I had gotten a very good spanking and thank you for pointing that out. I hadn't realized it before.
I can be sarcastic now but at the time I was totally humiliated.
Back in the library I did the same bend and display and he said, "Very good. It was enlightening. I could hear you up here and can see why they enjoy listening. Tell me about it."
I related everything from the moment I left the room. He chuckled when I mentioned the maid's comments about the men masturbating to the sounds of spanking and then he actually blushed. Had he been doing that while listening also? I was still in obedient mode so I didn't press the issue. However, he enlightened me regarding the cook being on the receiving end. "I believe that was about two weeks ago. I don't remember what it was for but I had the butler punish her. It wasn't the first time either. Go on. How about her little ritual? I assume that was a bit of a challenge for you."
I told him it was but that I had followed instructions to the letter. Then I hung my head and mentioned the one lapse in etiquette and how the cook wanted to punish me for it. He didn't say anything but his quiet nod made me shiver. Was he thinking about making me do something like that? Again, I held my tongue on the subject but his interest in how the maid was sent to the gardener added fuel to my misgivings.
When he heard how the maid pleasured herself during my spanking he laughed out loud. "My heavens, I thought she was just a sweet girl. She's as interested in the subject as the men are. Interesting; I'll have to remember that."
When I got to the part about showing my battered bottom to the men he said, "You should have expected that. Didn't you have to display yourself after I gave you the hairbrush?"
I admitted that it wasn't a complete surprise but humiliating nonetheless.
Then he had me move closer to him. He put his fingers at my crotch and I stoically endured it. Since this had been a punishment of sorts I had not responded as I did when he spanked me. However, being in front of him with very little on while meekly allowing him to touch me with his expert technique changed all that. He enticed the stinging heat in my bottom to move forward. As soon as I moaned a little he told me to take my bra off. Then his other hand played up there while his lower fingers slipped under my panties. My juices started flowing and he said, "Take these off. We're going to deal with that little deviation from good manners."
He unzipped his pants and freed himself. I was hoping for more but if all he wanted was oral sex I would obey. So I was pleasantly surprised when he told me to straddle his lap. As I was complying I said, "Thank you Sir but this is going to make a mess on your pants."
He grabbed my waist and said, "They need to be cleaned anyway. Down you go."
Once I was impaled he couldn't decide if he wanted me up or down so we did both numerous times. Tee-hee.
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