Housemaid

Her new master came to pick up Kaethe at the train station. He was about sixty years old, military looking, holding himself very upright, and he awed her a lot. His mansion awed her even more when she first saw it - it was huge, filled with elegant furniture, paintings, precious vases. Her own room in the attic was about twice as big as the one she had shared with her two sisters at home. She liked the master's wife, who was quiet and friendly. It turned out Kaethe was the only maid living in the house, as her employers liked to have their quiet at nights. The cook and the other servants lived in the village. As the master seldom received visitors, they were usually only needed during daytime.

Kaethe's duties were many, and her days were filled, but the demands of her employment were not unreasonable. She could easily get her work done until suppertime on weekdays, and she had saturday afternoons and sundays off. Her master and his wife were in the nearby capital a lot and sometimes only came home at nightfall, or even spent the night in the city. Kaethe felt a bit lonely sometimes, but on the other hand she liked the freedom she had in her job, something she wasn't used to at all.

Then she discovered the library. Of course she knew how to read, but there had been no books at her home and no library in her village. She had never read a novel - she hadn't even known they existed. She went into the library to dust the books one day. Out of curiosity, she leafed through a few of the ones she took out of their shelves. A lot of them were boring, but there was one that fascinated her. It seemed to be a love story and contained a lot of beautiful illustrations. She became engrossed into the book for over an hour when suddenly her mistress entered the room and asked in her gentle way if everything was alright, as she was so quiet. Kaethe blushed and said yes, hastily putting the book away. Her mistress smiled and said she was welcome to borrow any book she liked and read it IN HER SPARE TIME. An offer that was gratefully accepted by an embarassed Kaethe.

Kaethe was soon to be found with her nose in a book at every opportunity. As opportunities were few on weekdays, she started creating them by rushing her work or doing it a bit less carefully than she knew she should. She ususally carried a book with her in the pocket of her apron, and put in small breaks in her work to continue reading it. She knew this was bad, but she couldn't seem to help it. When her mistress gently scolded her once for her sloppy work in polishing the silver, she took the silver up into her bedroom at night, polished it until it was shining and resolved not to start a new book after she had finished the one she was just reading. Her resolve didn't last long, however; but she was a bit more careful and attentive to her work after this, though by far not as much as she had been in the beginning.

Then, one saturday, Viktor came home from university to spend the summer with his parents. He was about twenty-five years old and working on a doctoral dissertation in law. When Viktor's mother introduced her to him, Kaethe thought she'd never seen such a handsome man. He was tall, dark, lean, and his straight nose, firm chin and piercing eyes made him look like someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and saw that he got it. He gave her a long and penetrating look that made her blush furiously and wonder what he saw in her that made him so obviously interested - his look seemed similar to and yet very different from the looks the young men of her village had used to give her. It didn't occur to her, of course, that it might be her innocence, much more than her prettiness, that might attract him.
In the next few days, Viktor seemed to be everywhere. He didn't really give her the impression that he was spying on her, his behaviour was much to casual for that - but more than once he caught her standing somewhere, feather duster in one hand, book in the other hand. She hastily stuffed the book into her pocket each time, and he never commented on that, but always gave her a penetrating stare that made her feel very guilty.

This went on until friday. Viktor's parents had left and told her they wouldn't be back until sunday. Kaethe had gotten up and started working on her tasks as usual, not quite daring to look into her book quite as often as the week before, but still reading the occasional paragraph, as she was dying to know what Isabella would do to convince her father of letting her marry Konrad.

Then the bell rang - Viktor's bell. Like both of his parents, he had a bedroom and a study of his own, and a bell to summon the housemaid in both rooms. She hastily straightened her apron, brushed through her hair with her fingers, ran up the stairs, stopped in front of this room and knocked. 'Come,' his calm voice sounded. She opened the door and entered. Viktor was sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, elbows propped on the desk and fingertips put together. She looked at him, expecting him to give her an order. He, however, just said 'Come closer'.
Hesitantly, she approached his desk. He was staring at her with his piercing eyes for a long time, and she felt suddenly very guilty for all her sins of the past weeks. Finally, he said in a low, polite voice: 'Didn't I ask you to clean my study yesterday?'
'Yes, Sir,' she stammered, feeling terribly insecure in front of him, 'I did so right away.'
He raised his eyebrows. 'Then would you care to put a finger on the upper bookshelf and tell me what you find there?'
She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. It was true that she had limited herself to dusting the lower bookshelves, assuming that the upper one was not used anyway. 'I'm sorry, Sir, I suppose I must have forgotten to dust it,' she managed to say, 'I'll do it right away.' She turned to leave, but he snapped: 'Wait!'
As she turned back to look at him, he said, his voice calm again: 'I haven't finished. You will leave when I tell you to and not before.'
A sudden strange feeling in the pit of her stomach made her shiver. 'Yes, Sir. I'm sorry,' she said, feeling like a schoolgirl in front of a stern teacher.
His gaze never left her. 'Would you mind telling me which other places you have "forgotten" to dust, or shall I make you find out?'
The knot in her stomach grew tighter. 'I, I, I guess I... I didn't dust under the cupboards... and the frames of the paintings...' she stammered, feeling more childish by the second.
'What else?' he asked calmly.
Oh God, she thought. He really hasn't missed a thing.
'The potted plants,' she admitted, 'and some items on the upper shelves. Please, Sir, I meant to do it today, yesterday was such a busy day...'
'Oh,' he said ironically, raising his eyebrows, 'busy finishing your book, I assume?'
She had the feeling that her face was beet-red by now. Unconsciously, her hand wandered to the pocket of her apron.
He put his hand forward. 'Give it to me.'
She swallowed and slowly handed him the book. He took it and leafed through it, shaking his head. 'This is what you neglect your work for?' he asked, disbelievingly. He opened a drawer of his desk and put the book into it. 'Confiscated until further notice,' he declared. 'From now on, you won't remove any book from the library without asking for my permission. I certainly support any servant's attempt at educating herself by reading books, but my mother's old love novels are definitely not what I want a young and innocent girl to learn from, let alone in your spare time.' He got up, wandered to his bookshelf and pondered the books, extracting a few, looking at them, shaking his head and putting them back. Finally, he decided on one, turned around and handed it to her. 'This is a famous drama,' he said in an almost friendly way, 'Read the first act over the weekend and tell me your opinion on monday. I will give you more information about the author and the setting of the drama and why it's such a unique piece of work then.'
'Th-thank you,' she uttered, perplexed. She looked at the name of the writer. He was called Lessing. She had never heard of him, but that wasn't surprising, considering her limited knowledge.

Viktor returned to his chair. This time, he sat very straight, his hands on the desk. He drummed his fingers on the wooden surface a few times and then said firmly: 'Leaving aside your choice of books and coming to the point - your attitude towards your work is simply not acceptable.' He let this sink in for a few moments and then asked, surprisingly: 'Tell me... what would your father have done if you had behaved in such a negligent, careless manner?'
She gaped at him. The funny feeling in her stomach, which had subsided a little, returned at full strength and seemed to spread to a lower region. Her face and ears were hot; her hands were cold and sweaty.
'I've asked you a question,' he said icily, raising his eyebrows at her.
'He... he... would have punished me,' she whispered.
'Speak louder,' he said sternly. 'Punished you how?'
She thought she would die of shame. But she couldn't think of anything than answering his question. Looking at the floor, she said: 'He would have... spanked me. Sir.'
There were a few moments of silence, finally broken by his voice: 'Look at me, Kaethe.' He waited until she had followed his command and saw that there were tears in her eyes. His voice softened a little when he asked: 'Tell me... do you think you deserve a spanking for your behaviour in the past weeks?'
She was feeling frightened, confused, guilty and ashamed beyond belief - and she felt even more guilty and confused because of the unknown, warm feeling in her crotch. She thought she would pass out from the strain of it all.

Viktor noticed that she was shaking. He bit his lip in thought, and slowly got up, walked over to where she was standing and very tentatively took her in his arms. He was surprised by her reaction. She didn't push him away, but fell into his arms as if she had been craving for it, put her head to his shoulders and started sobbing miserably. 'Yes,' she brought out between her sobs, 'I deserve to be punished. I'm so sorry. I knew it was bad and I couldn't stop it.' She clung to him and cried and cried. He just held her and waited until she had calmed down a little.
'You are right,' he said softly. 'You deserve to be punished, and more specifically, you deserve to be spanked. Do you agree to submit to a spanking?'
She just nodded.
'Good,' he said. 'It will ease your conscience and help you to mind your duties from now on.' She nodded again, her head on his shoulders. He gently loosened the grip of her arms around him and returned to his desk. His voice became stern once more. 'Now, be a good girl and do as I tell you, or your bottom will feel the consequences, is that clear?'
'Yes, Sir,' she whispered. Her mouth felt very dry.
'Fetch me the straight-backed chair from my bedroom and my horn hairbrush,' he ordered calmly.
She gulped, but hurried to obey.
She placed the chair in this middle of his study, following his directions. He walked over to it, sat down and commanded her to stand to his right, which she did, hairbrush still in her hand. He took it from her, stuck it into his belt and patted his legs. This can't be happening, she thought, while lowering herself obediently across his knees. She didn't know if she wanted this, or didn't want it, but knew she deserved it, or just submitted to his will. In any case, she was going to let him spank her.
Viktor slowly raised her knee-lenth skirt and tucked it into the waistband. Then he hesitated. 'Tell me, Kaethe,' he said slowly, 'would your father have spanked you over your panties?' The anxiety in her stomach and the feeling of excitement in her crotch took a sudden jolt.
'He... he always spanked me on the b-bare,' she stammered. 'Please, Sir...'
'Now, Kaethe, I told you to take your punishment like a good girl,' he said firmly, lowering her panties at the same time. He took a few moments to admire her smooth, white bottom, and then raised his hand and sharply brought it down. SMACK! Kaethe yelped. Her last spanking had taken place years ago, and she had forgotten how much it hurt.

He started spanking her in a steady rhythm, changing between her bottom cheeks and concentrating on the area where her bottom met the top of her thighs. In the beginning, she sucked the air in sharply at each spank. Soon, the pain became unbearable. She reached back to protect her bottom, but he just grabbed her hand with his left, pinned it on her back and continued to spank her. She whimpered helplessly and cried out at his increasingly painful spanks. Her legs had started a dance on the floor, and her bottom cheeks clenched and unclenched in a vain effort to release the pain. 'Please,' she moaned, 'I'm sorry! Stop! It hurts!'
He responded with a particularly hard smack that made her yelp loudly. 'I will spank you until I think you've learned your lesson,' he said, all the while continuing to smack her bottom, 'and you better don't try telling me when to stop again, or I will add a little session with the belt to this.' She bucked and moaned and sobbed, 'I'm sorry, Sir OUCH I'll be good AAAH please, I'll be OWWWW oh, I'm sorry AAAA'. Finally, when her bottom was turning a dark shade of pink, she surrendered to her spanking, lying across his lap and sobbing incoherently.

He stopped the handspanking and started rubbing her bottom, allowing her a little break to regain her composure. She slowly relaxed under his caressing hand. Now that the pain had subsided a bit, she actually felt good - her bottom was still sore, but kind of tingling, and the weird feeling in her crotch increased steadily. Suddenly, his hand left her bottom. She bucked her hips a bit and moaned. His mouth curled into a slight smile, but he shook his head, reached for the hairbrush and said matter-of-factly: 'Now it's time for your _real_ spanking, Kaethe.'
'What?' she gasped disbelievingly, but immediately howled when the hairbrush struck her bottom. She struggled wildly, but he held her effortlessly and continued to smack her with the back of his heavy and broad hairbrush until her bottom was a dark read and she was reduced to helpless sobs again, all fight gone, lying limply over his lap.
It took her some time to notice he had stopped spanking her and resumed rubbing her bottom. When he felt her crying had quieted down a bit, he sternly asked her: 'Will you mind your duties from now on?'
'Yes, Sir,' she sobbed, 'I'm sorry, I won't be careless again.'
'Good,' he said, more gently, rubbing his hand in little circles on her sore bottom. Again, she felt that funny feeling in her crotch increase. She moaned and rocked her hips a little.

He raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the girl was actually aroused? Viktor was no stranger to all kinds of sexual pleasure, and he had dealt out some punishment spankings before, but never had he met a girl who behaved like this after a spanking. He rubbed her bottom a bit longer, carefully observing her reactions. Yes, there was no doubt: Kaethe liked this. He knew he should stop right here, but he felt incredibly aroused by the view of this wonderful red bottom in front of him, and by this sweet and young girl who wiggled her hips and gave soft moans of pleasure. He decided to go a step further and see how she reacted.
She gasped when his hand moved downward to the back, then to the inside of her thighs. She knew the decent thing would be to tell him to stop right away, and she was pretty certain he _would_ stop if she told him to - but she couldn't bring herself to do it, it just felt too, too good. His hand moved slowly, very slowly, toward her labia, and his finger brushed her clit. She whimpered and arched her back to get closer to him. He felt that she was sopping wet. Slowly, he started rubbing her clit, patting her bottom and giving her little playful slaps with his left hand. Her gasps and moans grew louder and louder, and her body tensed and shivered. Finally, she came with a scream that nearly tore the house down. Her body was shaking violently. He pulled her up and took her into his arms, soothing and calming her. She was gasping and whimpering and nearly sobbing of pleasure. It took her a long time to calm down. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes and buried his head on his shoulder. He gently put a hand under her chin, pulled it up and pressed his lips to hers. Then he lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom.

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Viktor's parents were pleased at the remarkable improvement in their housemaid's work in the coming weeks. They were considerably less pleased when in the end of the summer, Viktor announced that he was going to marry her next spring. They tried everything they could to change his mind, but neither his father's threats nor his mother's tears could move him.