Jessica stood there in her French maid costume with a mischievous grin across her soft face. The frills of white hid the angry stripes under her black skirt, and she waited for me to finish braiding her hair into pig tails.
"Okay, I haven't set up the book yet, but your work will be inspected, and I am not sure what tonight will hold in store."
She rubbed her bottom through the skirt at this remark, but a real spanking wasn't necessarily what I had in mind.
"I am going to go mow the lawn, while you tidy up in here. There are some flowers that could be planted in the garage, or you can trim the hedges or whatever while I'm busy. The attic also needs work, but I figure I'll get to that later. The house needs brightening up, but don't spend all your time in here, it is a nice day outside and I expect to see you out there in your outfit at some point."
The fresh pleats in her skirt waved back and forth with her nod. Everything seemed to be the way she had imagined it.
Nearly finished with the lawn, there was a steep embankment by the sidewalk that I was putting off 'til after I'd had a drink, I marched inside to find some lemonade. The noon sun was quite intense for this early in the year, but the breeze was refreshing and cool. I was surprised that Jessica had not come outside before this time, but I was more surprised to see her lounging around on the couch, bottoms up, reading a shopping magazine. It did seem a lot brighter in the house though. The shades were all open, and the windowsills shined.
Apparently she had fun with the duster - it came with the costume. Now however, it rested on the beige colored carpet just oozing dirt. It smelled fresh inside. She must have already vacuumed with the carpet powder. I couldn't believe she'd been such a careless maid! After wiping the sweat off my brow, I pulled off my thick garden glove and struck it cross her knickers. (Couldn't afford blisters now could I?)
She lunged her hands back in surprise to cover her tender behind with a yelp. "Hey, what was that for?" she complained, then grinned.
"What a lazy little servant you've been. Here I am, going to make you some lemonade, and I find you going through the latest JC Penny catolog. You should have been out there with a tray of drinks for me while I sweated away the morning weeding and mowing. Did I say I was done, turn around."
She smiled nervously and lifted her skirt tails a little. I gave her a second whip with the glove and she hopped, then curtseyed of all things.
"There, now I expect to see you outside, in that, after you vacuum this carpet again. Bring the hedge clippers with you from the garage, and I will watch you work while I mark where the new flowers will be planted. I expect you out there by the time I've finished the embankment."
Jessica put her hand over her mouth and giggled yes sir, hopped, and rushed to get the vacuum back out.
"And you'd better bring me some lemonade when you get out there." I thought I heard a bit of fake accent in her 'okay' as I grabbed a glass of ice water and headed back outside.
Jessica had done a nice job with the windows, and I noticed they had been windexed as well as opened and dusted, but I wondered if maybe she was using this whole domestic thing as an excuse to get me to spank her more. After all, her friend was more of a true submissive. She really aimed to please and did not often push her husband's buttons when they played because she knew she would get punished often enough anyway. Maybe that was the trick. I hadn't made the book yet with a clear list. Maybe if she knew she would be disciplined even when she did very well, she would be able to act out her fantasy of truly serving without seeking an excuse to be punished? Maybe if she was sure she would be spanked either way, Jessica could feel free to really do a job she could be proud of and know that I would be proud of her even when she was being disciplined.
Was that it? Sometimes it is nice to know that someone else is proud of you, and even though I am and have told her plenty of times, she has the same insecurities most of us have to some degree or another. These thoughts raced through my head as I finished the lawn and viewed my work. Nice straight lines, no stray weeds, orderly, and clean. Now, where is that girl? All she really had to do was go over the spot where the duster had sat and give the rest a quick once over. Where's my damn lemonade?
This time, my little maid was again in need of correction. She had finished vacuuming and was again playing around with that little duster. "Jessica, I do appreciate the great job you have done on the windows, and things look much brighter in here" I said sternly but with a chuckle at the end. "However, do you remember the instructions I gave you?"
Her playful look was darkened for a second before shining through even brighter. "I did make you some drinks, sir."
Sure enough, in the kitchen, there was a pitcher of lemonade with real lemons cut in it and ice.
"What is it doing sitting in here, and how was I supposed to know it was ready if you didn't tell me? You were supposed to come outside and help tend the garden. I was going to keep working outside but you never came out."
"But I just like this duster ever so much," she whined, "I'm afraid someone will see me outside." She followed me into the dining room and I took the duster from her hand. Her clean hand, mine were all grungy from hard work.
I noticed that the duster had a thick dowel rod of wood in the middle, and sighed a little as I thrust her upon the dinner table. "Flip up your skirts young lady. Here, I'll get it for you. Now, hold onto the edge of the table. That's a good girl."
I brought the wood down hard across her lace panties and she grunted, but didn't complain. She wanted attention, and I wanted to get some work done. Was there a way we could both get what we wanted?
Craack!!!
"Ayeeiiiiyaiyaiyai!"
One more hard left her panting for breath, and then I pulled her upright by the arm. I had half a mind to hold her by it and make her hop around me in that skirt as I busted her butt, but I knew she had to be sore from last night and this morning.
Jessica grinned as she rubbed her bottom and got the hedge clippers out from behind the counter. She must have hidden them there to guarantee my return to find her at the windows. Hmmmm. I figured that could wait until tonight as she also grabbed the pitcher, cups, and again the duster before heading outside.
I got the shovel and dug the new holes in the garden myself while she worked hard on the hedge and some old bushes. I would have to get some new mulch tomorrow, I thought to myself. We'd actually accomplished a lot. The garden was weeded, the entire yard mowed and edged, the house was refreshed and vacuumed - twice each - and shortly the new flowers would be planted and the hedge would be ......
Jessica had her hand over her mouth again and looked from me to the bush. Then, she curtseyed. The row of hedges was VERY evenly trimmed, right up to the bush she was working on now. Except that one was about a foot shorter than the others! She had reached down to the main stem and cut it loose. Now I really was annoyed. We'd planted those two years ago, and they had matured so well. I figured the worst I could do was ignore her and continued planting the flowers. She danced around and pouted for a few minutes before going back inside, feathers all in a huff. I'd ruffle her feathers soon enough, I chucked to myself.
Once finished, I figured I'd go to the store for some new mulch to spread. I took my time, did some window shopping, and listened to the radio just driving around for a while. By the time I got home it was evening. There were a few boxes piled around. She had gotten the old summer stuff out of the attic and was boxing away the winter coats and school books. The shelves had been organized, the kitchen was swept, and there was dinner on the table. I told her to finish what she was doing while I ate. Honestly, the most pleasing thing to me was probably the food, I had been so busy working and disciplining Jessica that I had skipped lunch! I guess I was mad enough about the bush that I just forgot. Once I had finished, I took notice of Jessica waiting to start. I told her to eat and be upstairs in twenty minutes. Be cleaned up and ready for inspection.
What I actually did upstairs was take a nap and decide how I was going to play this. I was furious about her destroying the hedge on top of a few other things that day, but after I left, she had really straightened up. There was also concern about how striped her bottom must already be.
When Jessica came to the bedroom, I sat the hairbrush in the center of the bed and the cane in her corner. I guess I had a rather obstacle course of implements set up. She probably wondered what I'd done with the strap she'd met last night as well.
I first had Jessica stand in the center of the room and stalked around her. I pointed here and there with the cane as if noting something, but I was really just toying with her. Of course, it was imperative that she kept her head up during this entire process. Finally, I stuck her nose in the corner roughly, then made her go get the hair brush and hold it while she stood there. Then, I replaced the cane in the corner beside her after a few mandatory swishes through the air. She received no time limit. I just left to go watch TV for a while then silently made my way back upstairs 8min. later and just watched her.
Jessica's hands were shaking at her sides. I didn't ever put her in the corner for anything. I knew she had been put in the corner as a child quite often and she absolutely hated it. Jessica always had a problem standing still, and she liked to be the center of attention. I think depriving her of that attention had been the strictest discipline I had given her this weekend.
The French Maid in the corner began to cry, so I revealed myself. I cleared my throat loudly and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The hairbrush dropped to the ground from her shaking hands, and she clearly was unsure if she was allowed to pick it up. So, I picked it up and put it back on top of the nightstand - its home and resting place. I then took her hand and led her to the bed. She hesitantly took the cane with her, but I put it back in the closet with a shake of my head. Jessica glanced wildly around the room unsure of what to do as I stared her down for a minute. I took her shoes off while she sat there and had her stand up. She stared at them like they were weapons as I put them in the closet as well. I think the worst thing for her was not knowing what I was going to do, and she was tense as a bowstring as I unzipped her costume. The blouse unzipped in the back, and the skirt I actually slid over her head from behind. Now, she stood naked except for those lacy panties with the holes in them.
The afternoon had become chill again, and I just watched her for a second. Jessica let her panties drop to the floor and stepped out of them at my command. She seemed grateful for something to do, and wasn't uncomfortable in her starkness. I turned off the light, and she heard my belt slip through the loops. I could barely see her, but I heard her breathing quicken and caught the gleam in her eyes. We each saw the other as animals in the gloom. Eyes in the shadows and creaks in the dark. I shook my head, the belt would not touch her tonight either.
I slid my hand between her legs and picked her up by the crotch.
I say slid because it was slippery with juices - sopping wet. As tense as she was, the anticipation had made her unbearably hot. Jessica wasn't used to being on display naked. A statue with stripes. I sat down on the bed with her on my lap, and she snuggled into me with her bottom up. I had broken the spell, and she wasn't scared anymore. She thought she knew what I was going to do.
"You really came through today and did a fantastic job, I'm proud of you" I soothed.
She melted at my touch, but there was still something wrong. Jessica was waiting for something.
"It took you far too long to adjust to your servitude, however, and the vandalism of the hedges still has to be addressed." She twitched noticeably at 'vandalism.' That was a crime, she was a criminal, and she felt guilty about that. She had helped plant those and line them up too. And watched them grow. I'm sure she felt a little awkward at being so turned on by this as well. She was leaking from more than just her eyes.
"I'm gonna, I'm gonna.. get another .." She started to cry again.
"No, you're not. You don't have to do anything about it. If anyone asks about it, it will just be our little secret." Now she really was crying.
"But I ruined it! I should pay for it."
"You have most of the way already, there is just a little left to do."
With that, I rested my palm against her tight bottom. She shifted to balance herself over my knee and held on in silence. I could feel the ridges left by the cane and the tawse in the dark as I gave her a squeeze, and she gritted her teeth. Finally, I smoothed my hand down her legs, up her back, and then down to pat her stripped behind. The wait was more than Jessica could stand. She sighed and I could feel the wetness growing under her hips. I spanked her softly and rhythmically at a slow pace, and Jessica just went limp. I knew she was sore, and stripped naked. It was chilly in there, but my hand couldn't be hurting that much. She just couldn't stay on her guard anymore. This was what I was waiting for. I took the light brush, and probed it between her legs to spread them apart. Her breathing slowed to relaxed, deep breaths that made her back lift and sink over my lap.
I tapped the brush on the inside of her thigh lightly, and she groaned. So, I followed that with a wrist flick in the same spot, then pried her legs back open and tapped the brush on the inside of the outer thigh. She moaned at what was coming, and I told her to keep her legs apart. This time she jerked her neck wildly, but shot her legs straight out wide. I placed the back of the brush between her legs this time, and noticed its slick appearance in the dark. Her throbbing pussy was a fountain. Jessica murmured a little, but I only tapped the back of the brush very lightly on her softest skin. She grunted loudly and jerked repeatedly, but I just went back to softly spanking her bared butt.
Once her striped bottom felt a little warm, I wormed my right arm between her legs and flipped her belly up. She could feel the bulge in her back just as much as she'd felt it in her ribs. Staring at and spanking her slick, hot, naked figure had obviously had an effect on me, and I strained against my pants. Rubbing her down without bursting as she heaved over my lap had been a challenge indeed. She looked up from the bulge and then back down hungrily.
"Not tonight, Young Lady. Maybe you'll get some tomorrow if you're good." I slapped her hand away from her own sex and called her a dirty girl for attempting to masturbate with me present.
"This is as hard for me as it is for you, young lady." A glint of fear lit her eyes as unwelcome memories flashed across her mind. "Only I actually mean it" I relaxed my voice. "I'm not going to spank you again."
Jessica's pert breasts fell suddenly as she let the gasp of air out the way it came. She squirmed, feeling rather upside down for being on my lap.
"No, I have a compromise. Obviously, I want you on this, but you don't quite deserve it today. If you want some release, you will have to take it from my hand just like you've taken your discipline."
She shivered as I plunged two fingers into her at once, then she arched her back with force as I wriggled them inside her. I applied a little pressure on her sternum to keep her back flat and her warm insides presented, while she threw her head back and forth again and again with ragged breaths. I lightly pinched the skin of her inner tunnel between those two fingers and gently rubbed it between them. Her legs crashed and crushed around my hand as she exhaled hard, but they thrust out straight as I gave that pinch a slight tug and then dug deeper. She rocked from side to side pawing at the air as my probing finger tapped a wall inside her. A slight graze of this sent shivers all the way up her spine, and then I found a path underneath it. Jessica squirmed and stiffened with a yelp as I drug my hand from between her legs. I let the fingers hook and claw their way out as I drew them from her like a sword. She tried to reach down and finish herself off, but I caught her hand and pinched her nipple until she whined.
"No! You are going to go to bed horny tonight" I reached down and gave her lower lips a flick that made her yelp and gasp. Then I brought my hand up to her face in the 'ok' position, which also means my finger was cocked to flick again, and she watched it slowly make its way down to her pussy. She winced as I tapped it gently against the inside of her thighs this time. She would be teased, but not quite pleased tonight. Maybe tomorrow, if she was good. In order to give domestic discipline a chance, she had to know there would be consequences.
Epilogue
After she went to sleep, I got out the notebook. She was asleep with a throbbing sex while I sat here awake and wrote, my needs also unmet. Sometimes I think this domestic discipline was taking more self-discipline from me than I was actually giving discipline to her! Ugh.
There would be five categories, like grading: Superb, A for Effort, Unsatisfactory, Not Done, and Poor/Bad Attitude. I would give Jessica a number, like ten or fifteen, tasks to do for the day. Each grade would have consequences that added up and would be 'settled' that evening. She would have to record what she did so that I could check it later, and some of the tasks would be assigned by me.
There would be immediate consequences as an alternative to the accumulating consequences if I felt an immediate correction was preferred... For example, if it was the beginning of the day and she was off to a bad start, an immediate attitude adjustment might result in less accumulated punishment that evening. Alternatively, if she had already accumulated too much to continue putting her paddling off to the end of the day, an immediate punishment might be in order.
The next morning, I showed her my handiwork (and her bottom, ha ha), and told her the first thing she needed to do was go get dressed in her outfit and get me some breakfast. It took Jessica longer than it should have to get my eggs and grits, but I figured she was studying her new instructions.
When she came back, plate in one hand, book in the other, there was a puzzled look on her face. She read across the categories while holding my breakfast hostage.
"Poor with Bad Attitude, 2 Cane or a switching, Not Done, 2 tawse or a hair brushing, Unsatisfactory Complete 3 seconds of brush fast or ping pong paddling, A for Effort 2 ping pong or a solid spanking, A+ Superb."
She dropped the plate, "1 Spanking! According to this, I'm always going to get spanked!"
"You'd better sweep up that plate and get me some new breakfast."
"You can't just always spank me! It's not fair."
"Here give me that book. There, playful spanking, and yeah, that's the idea. You are going to get paddled a lot, so feel free to do your best work." I handed back the book.
"Hey, what is this x in the Bad Attitude column!"
"It's breakfast, and since this is the start of the day, I think you need to get off on a better foot and probably don't want to look forward to 3 cane strokes tonight do you?"
Handcuffed to the bed, naked from the waist down, Jessica hears me stripping a switch outside the window. This will be her first official immediate punishment.
