Spankmanship (continued)


spanked OTKOur story began here.

Standing in the corner, Sylvia felt awkward, embarrassed, foolish, humiliated and strangely, safe, all at once. On several occasions one of the maids or other girls had chanced by, and Sylvia had whirled around angrily to confront the intrusion. The first time this had happened it had been Tatiana standing there with a bemused look on her face, but the lack of surprise or scorn allowed Sylvia the strength to turn back to face the wall without further comment.

The second time it had been the new girl, whose name escaped Sylvia for a moment. Her presence might have provoked a rebellion from the hapless Mrs Peters as she was mortified, but the look on the girls face seemed to say, ‘you’re going to cross Lady Granger, what really?’ and Sylvia remembered Mary’s words: “Please, please, imagine you can defy me. I would love to teach you differently.”

This had sent her red-faced back to face the wall.

Eventually Mary had returned to size-up her latest conquest.

“So it seems you are capable of learning something after all,” she said to the by now rather cowed Sylvia. “So you want to help do you?”

“Please, I didn’t mean…”

“You were only curious, I know,” Mary chuckled, “Well my little sex kitten, you know what curiosity did?”

Sylvia didn’t answer, and sensing her ordeal was not yet over, she only hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

“This must be your first visit down here where us plebs work,” Mary said pointedly, “So I think you should get to know it better. I want you to go and see Kerry in the kitchen and ask for a bucket and a floor cloth. Oh and you might want to ask for a knee-pad too, because you young lady are going to get on your hands and knees and scrub every bit of the floor down here. And I do mean every bit of it.”

Sylvia gaped and prayed the housekeeper was joking, but one look in her eyes told a different story.

“I’ll put money on your backside having quite a story to tell by this time tomorrow. Why?” Mary smiled like a cat about to eat a mouse. “Because I think you will miss a spot, you lazy pampered miss prissy.”

Sylvia gulped.

Asking for a bucket and a cloth from one of the servants while standing in the kitchen naked form the waist down was probably the hardest things she had ever done in her life. Especially when her strange request was made in full view of her maid and another girl she hardly knew.

Even the actual act of getting on her knees to scrub was not so bad by comparison. At least then her head was bowed and nobody could see her face, although that did present an opposite problem, namely that her obviously soundly spanked bare bottom was more readily displayed.

The hours that followed were a back-breaking and humbling experience, made worse by the fact that her only respite was having to meekly ask for fresh water. But finally well into the evening she had finished.

Strangely, never before had she felt such sense of achievement. Even Mary seemed impressed.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Anyone might think that you had done this sort of work before,” she said with a quick nod.

Sylvia was about to sigh with relief when Mary added, “You hardly missed anything.”

Sylvia let her mouth drop open, “But?”

“Come one, you didn’t really think you get it right first time? But I am impressed, no really.” As Mary spoke she produced a cane from somewhere and flexed if absently where her nominal mistress could see it. “If you can take… say eight tight ones without a fuss then I will go easy on you.”

Sylvia swallowed and considered not for the first time, pointing out that she was the lady of the house here.

“Now bend over and touch your toes and we will get this over with,” Mary said with a more than casual air.

“Look now, can’t we…”

“I can easily make it 12,” Mary said sharply and then pointed at a spot on the floor with the tip of the cane.

“No Ma’am,” Sylvia said thickly and in a somewhat surly manner turned around and bent over where Mary had pointed.

As Mary studied the pert trophy wife bottom she had a glint in her eyes.

The first stroke sent Sylvia shooting bolt upright, her hands clamped to her bottom.

“Do that again and I will double your punishment,” Mary said cutting the air with a hard stroke that made the dancing Sylvia startle.

Sylvia glared impotently at the housekeeper before turning around again and bending to touch her toes.

The second stroke cut a hard white line on pale that sent Sylvia’s bottom rocking back and forth as she pumped her thighs in response to the sting.

“Better,” Mary said approvingly and caned in again.

“Sheesh,” Sylvia spat and for a moment hovered between standing and bending before she again touched her toes.

The next stroke touched the expanding red emanating from the plum-coloured line above it and Sylvia growled.

“Halfway now,” Mary said as she allowed the first four strokes to fully develop.

“Yes Ma’am,” Sylvia replied her voice tight as she struggled to control her breathing.

The fifth stroke drew an angry grunt from the bending trophy wife, but this time she didn’t move.

“Better and better,” Mary said as she added the sixth.

The last two, she lingered on, making the thoroughly submissive Sylvia wait. But finally she cut in hard, the last enough to make the woman wail to a sob.

“You know, I might have misjudged you, we got off on the wrong foot rather. Let’s have morning coffee together. I can answer all your questions then,” Mary said brightly.

“Yes Ma’am,” Sylvia whispered.

“Alright, you can go.”

Sylvia risked a bitter look at her tormentor, but then quickly averted her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Yes Ma’am,” she sniffed, barely able to contain her open tears as she fled.


“You’re sitting a little uneasily there, shall we move onto the softer seats?” Mary said, but by her tone it wasn’t a suggestion.

Sylvia blushed, conscious that she was ready to obey this woman in the smallest matter. Nevertheless, she was happy to comply and winced as stood up and carried her coffee cup over to the padded chairs in the bay window.

“Given your obvious interest I am surprised that Mr Peters didn’t… initiate you into our little ways,” Mary said tentatively.

Sylvia shrugged. She was a little surprised herself, but she was still uncertain about how much she really wanted to know.

“How? I mean why…?” she began.

“It’s a long, long story. For me it began 14 years ago when I first worked for your husband in another capacity. I was just a kid back then, but I was eager to learn, to serve if you will,” Mary smiled.

“Then you…?”

“Oh, I report to your husband once a week. Just to keep me on my toes, you understand,” Mary sounded dismissive.

“Don’t you mind?” Sylvia gaped.

“Mind, well what a strange question, if didn’t mind, then it would be rather a pointless exercise, but I would mind rather more if he did not take me to task,” Mary explained.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yesterday you had a fraction of what I usually get, what do you think?”

Sylvia demurred and blushed again. To distract herself from an answer and her own thoughts she glanced around the morning room in which they were sitting. She had scarcely used the room before; in fact it was rare that she was even up at this time.

“These days Mr Peters is inadequate to my needs. He is such a busy man you know,” Mary continued. “Oh to be sure, dealing with the other girls myself is a good fillip and I have long since found I enjoy it, but… well once a month I lean on the services of Drake, the Spankman.”

“The what?” Sylvia’s mouth made a good impression of a capital O and she almost dropped her coffee cup. “Who is Drake?”

“He is a professional, someone to put the fear of God into the girls if they get too used to me and someone to take up the slack for the… hardier girls, as well as myself as I said.” Mary took a sip of coffee and smiled pleasantly.

“I am not sure that I… I mean I don’t think I want to meet him,” Sylvia spluttered.

“No of course not,” Mary said reassuringly, “No, until your husband gives me a decision I will take you in hand myself.”

“My husband…? What have you told my husband?” Sylvia went white, “What do you mean you’ll take me in hand?”

“I informed Mr Peters of your intrusion, of course I did. He was most amused. As for the other, well it will be my privilege.”

Sylvia felt her face melt and she went more than a little lightheaded.

“You said you wanted to help, I thought we could start you off with the household accounts. You are the mistress here after all. We can always save the more… robust duties for when you are… difficult,” Mary explained.

“Oh I see,” Sylvia said carefully a little mollified, “I thought that you intended…?”

“What to spank you? Oh I will, at least once a week. Things will only get worse if you show signs of reverting to your old ways.”

These words set the room spinning for Sylvia and she desperately wanted to protest such a preposterous notion. But at the same time, she felt an excited tingle down her shoulders and along the back of her arms. It was a feeling that in her girlhood she had associated with someone being nice to her like a boy she liked at school.

To be continued.

7 Responses to “Spankmanship (continued)”

  1. 1 Kia

    “It was a feeling that in her girlhood she had associated with someone being nice to her like a boy she liked at school.” I love that description. And that feeling 🙂

  2. 2 paul1510

    more and more interesting. 🙂

  3. 3 rev2

    Story is getting big, like it so far.
    Last two serials you posted here remind me a lot of Master of manor interactive story, you know about it?

  4. 4 saram

    I was slow to warm up to this one, but I now see its merits and am eager to read more. Thank you.

  5. 5 DJ

    Thanks everyone – this story continues – it won’t be a huge epic but – I am just not sure how many parts there are to it yet. 🙂

  6. 6 1zaza1

    ““I can easily make it 12,” Sylvia said sharply and then pointed at a spot on the floor with the tip of the cane.”
    should read mary

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