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Remember my book? For all practical purposes it was finished. All I had to do was send the last chapter to the editor and make a few minor changes. Then it would be over and I would have no excuse to remain in this house. That was the reason I tried to put off that final step. I didn't want to leave. I can hear you now. What kind of fool stays where she is abused and passed around to satisfy the lusts numerous people? The answer: this kind of girl. After all, look at me. Except for occasional periods of mental and physical discomfort I was living the life of luxury. This was the kind of house a girl could only dream of and unless my book was a best-seller, it was a place I could never afford on my own. That sounds like a good reason to stay; doesn't it? OK, maybe not entirely. I'll admit it. My concern was giving up those periods of humiliation, mortification, embarrassment and acute pain. So we're back to the question of what kind of girl allows herself to be treated like that? Answer: Me.
First let's look at my host. Aside from the few times he punished me for valid reason he finds great delight in putting me over his knee and even stringing me up for the whippings. I have to assume he also realizes some vicarious enjoyment out of sending me to one of the staff for punishment. Foolish as it seems, I can't fault him for that. It is his nature and he's entitled to his special desires. OK, you say; that much is obvious but why do you submit to it? That's a complicated question but the answer is fairly simple.
When I first arrived he saw something in me that I was only vaguely aware of. I needed external discipline from time to time and he also saw my blind adherence to authority. He took advantage of those two aspects of my personality but that only accounts for the early stage of our relationship. The silliness of submitting as a way of paying him back for his hospitality was just that, silliness; so it had to be something else. When the butler took me to the special room he spoke of my "needs" and upon reflection I was shocked to hear myself described like that. However, further reflection focused on that day so long ago when I broke down and asked my host to spank me. It had been a few weeks since the last time he took me to the room and I have to admit I felt drawn to it. Although the festivities afterwards still embarrass me a little; they were (and still are) fantastic. However, if sex was all I wanted I could have found it with the chauffeur (before I found about him and the maid) or any number of virile young men in the nearby town. Try as I might, there was only one explanation. I needed the feelings he evoked by spanking, whipping or otherwise humiliating me. That's not to say I look forward to his sessions; in fact my fear and trepidation when faced with one has not diminished since the very first but I would hate to know they were only a thing of the past.
So, I procrastinate and fret as I try to find a solution. I've considered offering to join his staff as the junior maid. I threw that idea out right away. In the pecking order I would be under the thumb of the now senior maid and could easily envision myself replacing the chauffeur as her red-bottomed provider of special services. Um, that does not sound like a good thing. Until the book made a profit I was still without funds so I suppose I could go back home. Now, that's a frightening thought. They would definitely provide plenty of spankings but without the sex so that was not an option. That left going out into the real world and getting an honest job. I can see it now; a tiny apartment with two or three girl roommates who have obnoxious boyfriends and bad taste in music. Nope. Not for me. How about if I become his full-time slave? No, strike that one too. As much as I need the occasional mistreatment we would both become bored with me in that role.
I was still without an answer when I bit the bullet and mailed it. That afternoon I went to his office to discuss it. I took a deep breath, "I'm sending the last chapter to the editor and so far he hasn't requested many changes. So I expect I can pack up my stuff and move out in a few days. I can't say enough about how grateful I am for your hospitality. You'll get a special dedication in the preface."
There; it was out and no taking it back. He put his fingers together like a little tent and held them to his chin the way he always did when thinking about something. At last he said, "I'll be sorry to see you leave. You have been a most enjoyable guest. What will you do?"
I shrugged and said, "At the moment my plans are uncertain."
He replied, "I see. Would you consider a short time position? I have wanted to reorganize some of my notes but hadn't been able to find the time. I was thinking of hiring a temporary clerk to help me and find your availability very fortuitous. You are slightly familiar with my work and have shown yourself to be both trustworthy and reliable. It should take no more than a few weeks and perhaps something more suited to your talents will present itself in the meantime."
I tried to hide the joy I felt as I accepted his offer. There was a short discussion regarding monetary compensation and then I asked, "Will I be subject to corporal punishment? He nodded, "Thank you. I would be remiss if I did not inform you that retribution for failure to perform correctly will be administered immediately."
He didn't have to say what that entailed but he did anyway. "You will have your bottom bared and spanked with an implement of my choosing. If this is not acceptable, now is the time to speak up."
I hadn't counted on that but what else could I expect. I nodded and replied, "I agree with those terms. When do I start?"
He said, "Tomorrow. I rise early in the morning and expect you to do the same. Your workday will be from 8 AM to 5 PM with an hour for lunch. You will be excused from your duties if the editor requires more work on your book. One more thing; even though you will technically be an employee the rest of the staff and I will continue to regard you with the same respect and courtesy as before. Except for the duties I've outlined nothing about your stay here will be changed."
The way his eyebrows lifted as he said that let me know those occasional periods of mental and physical discomfort I spoke of earlier were still part of the bargain. I didn't have to wait long for the confirmation of my hypothesis. He waved his arm to indicate his office and said, "You will be working here when you organize my files. I'll have a chair brought in that's more suitable for you to work at the table." A word or two about that room: it was huge and aside from his large desk there were two comfortable padded chairs for visitors, a wall of file drawers and the long oak table he spoke of along the opposite wall. I had only been there a few times during my stay and it always intimidated me. It was a place of great power and money and deals worth millions were consummated within those paneled walls. I nodded as a way of acknowledging his comment and then mentally gulped when he took out a two foot inch long sturdy wooden ruler and said, "You'll be needing this."
I swallowed and noted, "I'm sure that would be very effective."
He replied, "It is. You'd think with all my money I could get the damn file door fixed. It just won't stay up and fighting it to get to the folders is annoying. Most of the papers you'll be working with are in there so you can use this to prop it open."
He looked at my face and laughed out loud. "Oh, I see. You thought I was going to use this to punish you. Actually that's not a bad idea. It would be quite effective in keeping you on your toes but I have faith in your ability to do the job."
He held the ruler up to look at and mused, "Of course, this might be a nice change from the strap and paddle. What do you think?"
How was I supposed to answer that one? He was obviously talking about one of our little sessions. My feelings about needing them notwithstanding; I hated both of the implements he mentioned and was sure I didn't want something new added to his repertoire. In fact, that's what I told him (eventually). "It would be different."
Since this was one of the very few times he brought up the subject of his non-punitive spankings I felt safe in continuing the discussion. "But to be honest any comparison only lasts a short while. After four or five swats it really doesn't make much difference what you use; all I know is that it hurts. If you decide to use the ruler then it will be for your pleasure and not mine. I know I don't have any say in the things you use or make me do but if I'm to be spanked my preference is for you to just use your hand."
He smiled, "Actually, you may get your wish tonight. I'm entertaining some friends this evening."
I cocked my head and grinned. "So I should review my boyfriend notes so I don't contradict anything I told them before. Of course, that means I have to lie to them again."
He shook his head. "No, on second thought I want you to stay in your room. They're starting to wonder why you're always here so I'll tell them you've taken a few days off and are visiting your boyfriend. They'll assume you're busy making up for lost time with him and might even have some fun imagining what sort of sexual adventures the two of you are having. I'll have dinner sent up to you. Sorry about this but I think it's necessary."
I agreed, "You're right. It's a good idea and I promise not to turn the stereo up too loud or stomp on the floor."
He smiled again and I asked if he was going to stop by my room later. He gave me a confused look which turned into a wide smile when I explained, "My hiding out to reinforce the deception is a form of dishonesty which should not go unpunished."
He said, "Well, it looks like you're going to get your wish after all." He tried to sound stern as he continued, "I'll need to stop in my room first but then I expect to see you next to your chair and prepared for a good spanking."
I tried just as hard to look contrite as I hung my head and mumbled, "Yes Sir."
Without a book to work on I almost didn't know what to do with myself so I started writing my memoirs from when I first arrived in the house. In fact, you're reading it now. The time flew by until I heard him pass my door. I quickly got into my pajamas and could have waited to hear him approach before the final preparations but I was looking forward to what he called a 'good spanking' and immediately went to the chair and slid pajama bottoms and panties to my ankles.
He came into the room wrapped only in his robe and silently sat in the chair. I'll draw the curtain of modesty over what happened next and just say the spanking wasn't the only thing that was good, make that very, very good.
Oh, the heck with it. Modesty be damned; it was a bit unusual so I'll tell you about it anyway.
Normally he's fairly quiet while spanking me. Oh, he does talk about how pretty I look draped over his lap and how nice my bottom looks and feels and stuff like that but not what you rightly call a conversation per se. Of course, if we're in the special room that only lasts until my panties come down. Then the only vocalizations are from me and you couldn't call that a conversation either since nothing coming out of my mouth were recognizable words.
However, that night he told me about the guests as soon as I was face down. It was a nice slow spanking and I took part in the dialog even as his hand bounced off my rear end. As he got me to the gentle stinging stage he related the things they thought my boyfriend and I might be doing. Wow, what an experience; listening to those erotic descriptions while my bottom got hotter and hotter. It got uncomfortable after a while but my ardor didn't decrease in the slightest. When he let me up I came in second place in the race to nudity but we made it to the bed at the same time where we demonstrated the feasibility of two people actually doing what his friends suggested.
It was early in the morning when he finally staggered from my room and said, "We'll start in the office at 10 tomorrow."
We had to smile at each other and giggle a bit the next morning but then it was all business. His notes and working papers weren't as bad as he thought; more disheveled than disorganized but still a bit of a challenge to get them together properly. What was surprising was that they were not in perfect order to begin with. He's very meticulous about everything and I would have thought the maintenance of his business affairs would be just as thorough. Still, it was a job and I attacked it as diligently as I could and not just for fear of punishment. I only had to ask him to assist me in understanding what the document was about before putting it in the right pile a few times. After a bit I knew enough to work on my own. I might have sighed when I saw how much work there was to do but it wasn't in my best interests to get it done too soon and be out of a job.
By the third day things were really moving smoothly and I was gaining great insight into the nature of his business. He was going out that night and I decided to give him a surprise. It turned out I was the one who got the real surprise.
I looked at the broken hinge on the file door and thought I could fix it. So after dinner I went to the garage to borrow the tools I needed. As I went it I had a bit of a shock. Luckily my host had mentioned this so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. The chauffeur was lying on the maid's lap. They were both naked and she held the flexible paddle from the special room in her hand. I tried to back out quietly so as not to disturb them but it was too late. She looked up and I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just wondered if he had a screwdriver, an awl and some number 8 wood screws."
He raised his head and seemingly without shame regarding his situation said, "I have sheet metal screws about that size. Would they work?"
Still embarrassed as being there I said, "Yes but I can come back for them tomorrow. Bye."
The maid stopped me. "Wait, don't go. I wonder if you'd do me a favor and one for yourself too. I've always wanted to try this and you might get a kick out of it. Get up and bring the other chair here."
The last was to the only male in the room. When he stood up I couldn't help but marvel at the size of his erection. It felt fairly large when he had it in me the day I was whipped but I never took the time to give it a good look. It swung in the breeze as he got a second chair and placed it perpendicular to the one the maid was on. Then she said, "When I offered to return the special kiss you gave me you said you might like to try it with a man. Well, now's your chance. Take your panties off and sit there. Good now pull the chair a little closer so he can reach you. OK big guy, back over my lap and put your face under her dress. Is that far enough?"
I gave a small gasp to feel his lips touch me and I said, "I think so."
He pulled his head out and said, "I can hardly reach it. Can she move a bit more please?"
I made the adjustment and his head disappeared from view again. He held my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the chair and a muffled voice said, "I'm ready."
The maid smiled at me and said, "Are you ready?"
He had already started doing the most wonderful things to me down there and I could only nod. She smiled again and decreed, "I'm going to spank you until she has had at least two good orgasms. Get working."
The paddle landed solidly and he buried his face in my crotch. There was nothing erotic about watching him get spanked and I never figured out what others got out of observing one but I was only dimly aware of what his bottom was receiving. My brain was focused on what his mouth was doing and it was wonderful. I reached up to stroke my breast and she stopped the swats. "I have an idea. Why don't you strip completely so you can give those beautiful breasts the attention they deserve. Then I'd like to give him a special treat since he's being such a good boy."
I knew what she was talking about and only hesitated a moment before standing up. I hated to move myself away from his tongue but it was only for a few seconds. Now there were three naked people and the spanking and his magic mouth were back in operation. When the paddle landed extra hard he yelped and the vibrations against me were quite nice. Luckily for his rear end I responded to his manipulations energetically and as soon as one orgasm swept over me I was well on my way to number two. As soon as I loudly announced reaching that goal she pushed him to the floor and grabbed him by the hair. A moment later he was giving her the same service I had just enjoyed.
By the way, that wasn't the first time I experienced a male attending to me in that manner. One of the guests at the last dinner party floated the idea and we tried it that night after my little spanking. I admit I was surprised that he would service me in that manner but he did and it was very pleasant. No, don't ask me to compare him with the chauffeur. They were both very good but just a little different and that's all I'm going to say.
Now back to the activities in the garage.
I kept myself in the mood with busy fingers and when she slumped in satiation she patted him on the head. "Good boy. Now your treat. You can have her."
He was on his feet in nothing flat and rather roughly spun me around so I was facing the chair with my hands on the seat. Hands grabbed my waist and the wonderful specimen of maleness found a welcoming entrance. He didn't last terribly long but enough to get me over the top one last time.
They watched me get dressed and I thanked them for an interesting evening. As I turned to leave he said, "Wait, you forgot the things you came for. I'll get them."
I had a good look at his bottom as he went to the workbench and it was bright red. As he gathered the tools the maid said, "Bring the old broken fan belt too."
To me she said, "Care to stay and watch? You'll see some real dancing when that thing connects."
I politely answered, "No thank you. I'll just be on my way."
I took the tools and couldn't help noticing that he was already starting to come back to life; if you get my drift. I get turned on during and after spankings but not before. He was about to be whipped and his arousal in anticipation of it was growing more and more evident. I knew I could never approach such severe punishment with the same attitude.
When I got back to the house I was too tired to do the repairs so I went straight to bed. I was up early the next morning and my employer was pleasantly surprised to see the file door open and the ruler on his desk. Then he said, "Good, now the ruler is available for other things."
I playfully put my hands behind me to protect my bottom and we both laughed before getting to work. Although it didn't affect my ability to do my chores I often thought about the previous night. True; it fulfilled the requirement of a spanking before sex but it wasn't my bottom getting spanked. It was satisfying on one level but something was missing. Although I was loath to admit even to myself my "need" was becoming more evident as the day wore on. As we were closing the office to go to dinner I said, "You kept the ruler on your desk all day. Were you trying to tell me something?"
His face was emotionless as he asked, "What do you mean?"
I took one of my famous deep breaths and said, "Since we don't need it to hold the file door open it is, as you said, available for other things."
He turned his head to look at me out of the side of his eye, "Such as?"
Damn him; he was going to make me ask for it. Another breath and I explicitly answered. "Such as comparing it to the strap or the paddle when you take me to the special room tonight."
He said, "My thoughts exactly. Shall we go to dinner? I believe cook has something special for us."
At first I was irked at his cavalier attitude about what he must have know was an extremely difficult decision leading to a virtually explicit request to be punished with that thing. Then I reprimanded myself. This was the man I admired and obeyed. I would have been disappointed if he acted like a teenage boy all excited about a girl offering her body to him.
Conversation at the dinner table was almost normal except for my apprehension about the evening's activities. This was the longest time I ever had to contemplate the upcoming pain of what portended to be a severe spanking and my nervousness showed. He nonchalantly asked, "You seem to be on edge. Is something bothering you?"
I looked down. "You're going to spank me with the ruler."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I see. Do you not want me to spank you? Oh, no more for me, thank you."
The maid had just come in to refill our glasses and there was a time when I would have been completely mortified for her to hear that sort of question from him regarding my discipline. Still it was a little embarrassing. I also waved her away and waited until she left before answering him.
"No, I don't want a spanking but what difference does that make? I'm going to get one whether I like it or not. Forgive me for not acting like it's a special treat."
He caught on to the sarcasm of my last sentence and frowned. "I'd have thought you knew better than to make snippy comments like that when you're already due for one spanking."
I hung my head. "I'm sorry Sir. It's just that I'm a little scared of the ruler."
He nodded. "That's as it should be. It may not have been designed for use on a girl's bottom but I have no doubt you will not find it lacking in that regard. We'll give dinner a chance to settle and then you will get that spanking. Now, would like more potatoes?"
I realized that he had not reminded me of my option to refuse any spanking and what's more, he was a gentleman who did not mention that the upcoming session was actually my idea So even as I sadly contemplated the suffering to be endured, I really had no one to blame but myself. By the way, I refused his offer of potatoes since I didn't have much of an appetite. My idea or not, I was dreading it.
After dinner we retired to the library but the normal chit-chat was impossible so he read the paper while I pretended to peruse a magazine. At last he said, "I think it's time. Go to the room. I believe the chair and table are in their proper spots. If not, you can move them to where they should be. I'll get the ruler from the office and meet you there in a few minutes."
I swallowed and could not bring myself to speak so I just nodded. After removing my shoes I set the furniture as directed and took my usual stance facing away from the door with dress raised and panties covering a quivering bottom on display.
When he arrived he put the ruler on the table and sat down. Before I could go over his lap he led me through the stupid questions. He started with the one about if I wanted to be spanked and of course, I said, "No." Then he asked if I was going to get spanked and I had to reply, "Yes." When he asked if I had done anything to deserve it I just shook my head. It was the next question which was the worst although it took me two tries to give him the correct answer. The question? Why was I going to get spanked? My first answer was because he decided to punish me and this time it was his head shaking. I knew what he wanted and it was the very thing he didn't say at dinner. I felt the tears of shame forming in my eyes as I said, "You're going to spank me because I asked you to."
He nodded as he led me into position for phase one. Unlike his normal routine he did not comment on my bottom or spend a long time caressing it. And his swats started out a bit harder than usual and as a result he got me to the really stinging and ready for panties down stage quicker. That's when we deviated from the traditional customs completely. He had me stand up and remove my panties myself. Then he said, "I think this will be most effective if I let its length add to the speed of impact. I don't think it will work if you're on my lap so I want you to kneel on the chair and put your hands on the floor."
I wasn't completely inverted but my rear end was uppermost and my back slanted towards the floor enough so my dress and slip would rest on it and stay out of the way. He had one more thing to say before we began. "Based on what you told me about the difficulty of making a proper comparison I'm not going to give you very hard swats at first. When I decide you've had enough time to formulate an opinion we'll give it a real workout."
I didn't know whether to thank him or not but before I could answer I felt the first impact.
Maybe he wasn't hitting as hard as he could but he didn't need to. As he said, the extra speed of a full swing let the laws of physics do their work. It really stung as did the next few. You want comparison? Try it yourself. All I can say is that it was a different feeling but in some ways pain is pain. Oops, strike that remark. He said the test strokes were over and let me have it full force. Remember back to that time in my bedroom when he gave me one really good swipe with his belt? Well, that's the only thing I can relate this to. I screamed and tried to prepare myself for the next one which never arrived.
I felt his hands rubbing my bottom area but did not find any of the wetness he usually found. Let's face it. Whereas almost any of his spankings arouse me inappropriately this one didn't. I think it was because of my fear of the ruler and the length of time I had to contemplate it. He put the ruler on the table and repositioned me over his lap for more soft caresses. He said, "I think we'll keep that thing in the office. I prefer having you on my lap. You move so delightfully on me when you're getting a real spanking."
He chose to demonstrate by slapping down hard. Of course I jumped and he followed with two light taps and another stinger. On top of what the ruler had started it was very uncomfortable but only where he was striking. A few inches lower was getting into the game and after another half-dozen sets of three I had my legs open as wide as I could get them. Now there was a little digital manipulation but that was between even more swats. My bottom was sore and probably didn't appreciate him slamming against it when I was bending with my hands on the chair and sharing the pleasure of relentless intercourse.
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