Spanking the Maid

tumblr_m3xsha7KId1qfbon7o1_500We sat down in my study, Hannah in the comfortable black leather armchair before the fireplace, I on a matching sofa with a long, low hassock in front of it. Mady’s employment contract and Indenture were on my desk.

“Ready?” asked Hannah.

“Yes, very much so.” I replied. Hannah reached for her little bell and rang it. Mady appeared with coffee on a silver tray. She set the coffee on the side table and curtsied.

“So, Mady,” began Hannah, “Your probation ended today and we would like your to work for us and give your loyalty and obedience to our House.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“You have read the employment contract and the Indenture?”

“Yes Madam.”

“And you agree to our terms? And you are willing to sign and swear your Indenture?” asked Hannah gently.

“Yes Madam”

“Do you have any questions?” asked Hannah in a soft voice. Mady shook her head. “Well then, let’s get on with it. Elliot, show Mady where to sign.”

I walked Mady to my desk and went through the papers. She signed as expected and I countersigned the employment contract. The Indenture, however, was between the Head of the House and her servant and I took the signed document to Hannah.

“Now, Mady, your first oath will be taken on your knees to me.” said Hannah. “Then, tomorrow, we’ve arranged for you to make this same oath before God at our Church tomorrow afternoon.”

Mady knelt before Hannah and read the short promise which I held before her. I cannot quote the words as it is private but she undertook to be Hannah’s handmaiden and to obey all Hannah’s orders and to be loyal, obedient and chaste for the period of her Indenture. She asked for God’s help to make her obey her liege lady and to accept her position as Hannah’s bondswoman. I held our Bible and Mady swore her oath to Hannah and to God.

Yes, I know,all very feudal and not in the least enforceable in a Court of Law; but for Mady and for Hannah, and for me as witness, it was solemn and absolutely binding.

Then Hannah put her hand on our Bible and swore to guide, discipline and lead Mady in the fulfilment of her solemn pledge and that our House would shelter her, feed her, clothe her and nurse her when she was ill and to direct her spiritual and moral life in her best interests.

“Done. Now Mady I would like you to roll up your skirt and pull your panties to your stockings tops and lie across Elliot’s lap for your first spanking.”

“Yes Madam.” Mady stood and, still facing Hannah rolled up the skirt of her uniform to her waist. She was wearing sheer black satin tap panties which she left in place until she had positioned herself to come across my lap. Only then did Mady lower her panties and lie across my thighs.

It had been years since I spanked a girl. Not something which comes to a man in my position very often. I looked at Hannah.

“Go ahead dear. I’ve told Mady that you are rather good at warming a girl’s bottom and I should know.”

I began. Gingerly at first but soon I got into the delightful rhythm of a good hard spanking. I like to start by going side to side but once I have my pace I will focus on first one cheek than the other for four or five slap. Mady had lovely white, smooth skin which went a pretty pink before darkening to the scarlet I knew Hannah expected. She initially lay quite still but as my pace increased and her bottom reddened she began to wiggle and kick her legs a bit. Gusts of the scent I knew so well from my corner began to distract me as Mady grew more excited the harder I spanked her. I simply kept going. Hannah would decide when Mady had been spanked long enough. Just as my arm began to tire I heard Hannah.

“Perfect. Darling you have lost none of your vigor. But now Mady needs to get up on the hassock on her hands and knees.”

This was, I admit, a bit of a surprise. However, I released Mady and she did what she was told keeping her skirts well up and displaying her now bright red bottom to its full advantage.

“Mady, you said to me that you would like to make your submission to me in particular and I think that is an excellent idea. So we’ll begin with twelve strokes of my little rattan cane.”

“Yes, Madam.”

“Perhaps, Elliot, you might hold Mady’s wrists to steady her.”

I did what I was told and very quickly Hannah set to work with her cane. I know that Hannah has caned me harder but, to be fair, she spared Mady very little of the cane’s biting force. After three strokes I could see tears forming in Mady’s pretty blue eyes and after six she was whimpering and her tears had begun to fall. At nine she was trying to pull away and the last two strokes, delivered at nearly full force pushed her over the edge and she began to bawl.

And then it was over.

“Mady, a good cry is a very good start for a handmaiden. Here’s a tissue. You can stay in your position until you have recovered sufficiently for us to move on to the next step in your submission. But you have done very well and I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you Madam.” Mady blubbed.

Hannah and I sat down to our coffee with the darling girl quaking in tears on our hassock a foot away from us, skirts over her hips, looking at Hannah, the Lady of the House, in wonder.

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“Put on your punishment panties and go and make coffee and unload the dishwasher. When you are done I want you to come back upstairs and ask for your punishment.” said Hannah stretching in bed. The good news was that she was well rested and smiling. I was pretty certain she was no longer angry with me. Now it was just going to be a matter of what she thought I deserved.

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I hastened to obey. My punishment panties are, in fact a panti girdle with the back very much abbreviated. My “bottom lifter” fits very snug at the best of times and with my caged cock it took a little while to pull on. It does, however, protect my lower back and upper thighs a little which is a mercy. But that protection lets the Lady of the House use whatever force she thinks necessary. I finally got it on and scooted downstairs. Coffee, for some reason, did not take nearly as long to brew this morning.

I took Hannah’s coffee to her in a pretty little cup on a silver tray.

“Excellent.” said Hannah lifting the hot coffee to her pretty lips, “Now, I think you have something to say.”

Without being told I knelt at the side of her bed. “Darling, I was inexcusably rude to you yesterday evening. I humbly apologize. I promise it will not happen again.” I drew in my breath, “And to make sure I remember never to be rude to my darling wife I humbly ask that you whip me a long and as hard as you think is required.”

Hannah took another sip of her coffee and looked straight at me. “I accept your apology. But you are absolutely right. You need a proper whipping. And I have thought about that: The cane is all very well and you will certainly be taking your strokes; but I am afraid dear that I want you to go and get the bath brush first. And take your belt and lay it down. I will have to tie you for today’s session.”

I hate the bath brush. Hannah recently purchased a new bath brush and I had not yet felt the effect of its 16 inches or its relatively small head. I was pretty certain it would hurt…a lot.

“So, darling,” said Hannah as I got into position at the end of the bed and she wrapped the belt around my wrists binding them to my ankles and buckling the belt in one, smooth, motion, “I have not been as strict as I had intended to be this year and here is the result. My lovely man trussed like a chicken and needing a serious whipping. Which you are about to get.”

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pain spreader

With that, and no warm up I felt the bath brush crack down on my left cheek and then, almost instantly, my right and then back again. Five a side and then Hannah stopped. “Well, this is certainly noisy. I am just going to close the window. The neighbours don’t need to hear your punishment.”

I tried to catch my breath and just as I managed to Hannah started in again. Not quite so quickly, but with the same, agonizing force. “And this certainly makes your bottom a pretty red quite quickly.”  I was twisting in my position. There was no escape and Hannah did not seem to be stopping.

“I know you hate the brush but, other than the noise, it is a lovely instrument. The cane always scares me a bit. It is too easy to break your skin which I don’t like to do accidentally. But I could do this for hours.” I heard her but now I was deep in that place where you have no choice but to meet the pain. Each blow sent a freshet of sensation through my bottom and deep into my brain. I was vocalizing with every stroke. I learned long ago not to fight the sensation but to try to embrace it. To understand that Hannah was punishing me because I deserved it and she loved me all the more for my submission.

The brush went on and on. “And fifty…” said Hannah putting down the brush where I would be able to see it as I was caned.

“Now, would you like to wait for the cane or do you want me to carry on?”

A nasty question. If I waited the pain would die back and I would have to walk back to the place where I could embrace my whipping. If Hannah carried on the pain would be just as intense but there would not be the recovery and relapse. “Please Miss, until you are satisfied.”

“Good choice, I was going to give you more if you took a break.”

I heard the cane swish through the air and expertly slash both cheeks. Where the brush had only hit one at a time, Hannah’s cane technique has improved to the point where each stroke lands with equal force on either side. Before I really “felt” the first stroke she had landed five more and had switched sides. Her backhand strokes are a little less intense. Which at this point was a huge relief. Another half dozen and she returned to her forehand.

“Almost done darling. Just another dozen or so and then the crosses.” To say I was in agony is just the beginning of a description. I could feel my bottom throbbing and the bruising already was beginning. Hannah didn’t have to stroke hard at all to provoke my vocalizations. I was twisting in my belt but Hannah had pushed my knees far apart and I could not have flipped over for all the trying in the world. I was very close to tears.

“Crosses darling.” The worst. Hannah slashed three lines at forty five degrees to my cane lines. Where the cane met a welt I could feel a little blood blossom form. Three strokes forehand, then she switched to her back hand to reverse the angle.

“Done. You are very brave darling. But you needed every stroke of that. I am going to release you in a moment and I want you to go to your corner for a few minutes while you recover. No rubbing. Your skin is broken in a few places and I don’t want you to do any more damage. Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you for my whipping Miss…I love you.”

“Good boy…now go to your corner.” said Hannah handing me her very damp panties.

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New House, Same Rules

We’ve been busy moving but, despite the heat, Hannah wanted to make sure we were on track.

“Now I think your corner will be right here darling..  But I am not sure where the best place to whip you will be. It is nice to have my rattan canes back.  The acrylic rod certainly does the job but I prefer the weight of the rattan especially for maintenance.” She said with a little smile. “We’ll,  I don’t think the bedroom is quite ready. You take these panties and try out your corner and I’ll call you when I find a spot.”

I spent ten minutes with my nose firmly pressed into the moist gusset of the panties Hannah had been wearing all day. Lovely and very focusing. She called from downstairs. I walked, naked, through the house.

“Right there I think..”Said Hannah motioning to a tall bar stool she’d placed in the middle of the room. “Let’s hope the neighbours don’t pop by.  So, Darling, you’ve been just a little cheeky since we got here and that means extra, punishment,  stokes on top of your maintenance.  You’ll know when I’m done.”

And she meant it. Six medium strokes with the 36 inch rattan cane and then six quite intense strokes. I was vocalising at the end.

“Perfect,  now go back to your corner and think about how important it is to be respectful. And Darling,  while that is a lovely erection… No touching or you’ll have five minutes with your little cock in the ice bucket… And put on your panties for cocktails.”

I think the house will work very well.

Call to Order

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Take your postion darling

“Well darling, you certainly have forgotten your place.” Hannah spoke as she sat on the side of our bed. “Imagine going out last night without asking permission. And I have the receipt. $15.00 and, I’m sure, a generous tip. Call it twenty.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I won’t have it. So, today I am going to whip you. One stroke for each dollar. But, if it happens again it will be two strokes. Now, get in position.”

I went to the end of the bed and stepped out of my sleeping panties. Hannah warmed me up with her hand. “I won’t have you wasting our money on the pub and I certainly expect to be asked for permission if you want to go and have a beer.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. You are not going to forget this.”

I heard the hiss of the cane through the air. Hannah was in earnest. After five strokes I was arching my back and after ten vocalizing as the cane sliced. I was shaking as the last three, very hard, punishment strokes were delivered.

“Perfect. I think a few of those welts will be with you for a couple of days. Now get dressed and get to work.” Hannah noticed that my cock was stiffening.

“Oh what a silly man. If you think that little cock is getting any attention you have another think coming. In fact, I might just send you to your corner before cocktails tonight and give you another whipping for cheekiness.”

I am well loved indeed.


I have been entirely chaste, not even milked, for nearly two weeks. This is typical of the low end of Hannah’s, and therefore my, cycle. For a few days she has no interest at all in sex or teasing or my discipline. And, for a man in my position, that is simply the way it is. There is only one sexuality which matters in our house: Hannah’s and I have agreed to abide by that fact. But it is terribly frustrating and deliciously impossible to change.

However, last night, Hannah began to stir. She hinted at a blow job but fell asleep long before that was a possibility. I fell asleep erect and longing. “I’ll give you a spanking in the morning darling,” Hannah said as she drifted off. Which, of course, made me all the harder.

Hannah arrived in our bedroom as I was making our bed. We chatted for a little while and then she said, “So show me this new position.” I hastened to comply. Now that Hannah is enjoying swinging her cane with a degree of authority, it matters a great deal to me that each side of my bottom is evenly whipped. The last couple of whippings have, shall we say, favoured the right buttock which is the natural consequence of Hannah standing to my left. She can only bring the cane down by swinging forehand. The “new” position puts me on my knees at the bottom corner of the bed and at a 45 degree angle. Hannah saw the advantages of this new arrangement immediately.

“So all I have to do,” she said fastening my wrists to my ankles securely with my soft black leather belt, “is switch sides and use my backhand. Well, let’s see if that can work.” dominant wife

As Hannah spoke she was warming me up with a steady, hard, hand spanking. As Mrs. Spencer quite rightly points out, for a man even the hardest hand spanking delivered by a woman barely registers. A fact not lost on Hannah as she picked up her cane. She began forehand on my left and, as expected, my right cheek was soon warming and then hot. Hannah’s strokes were not particularly hard. This was a pure maintenance whipping and there is plenty of time for welts later in the month. A dozen and a half strokes in and Hannah was satisfied. She switched sides.

A revelation! Until now my right side has always taken the brunt of my whippings, maintenance or punishment. Now Hannah was able to even the punishment. The sweet sensation of her cane biting into my flesh, not terribly hard but constantly, was matched by the heat rising from my well lined right buttock. Hannah’s backhand whipping technique took a few strokes to come in. She was gauging the force of her strokes and it was only after half a dozen that she settled on what pleased her. All too soon, but not soon enough, it was over. Or was it? Hannah made no move to unbuckle my belt. I was in position.

She said nothing but stroked my bottom quite firmly as if assessing her work. Unsatisfied she stood back and delivered three harder forehand strokes and then, switching sides, three stiff backhand slashes. I winced at each of them but the short respite had given me time to collect myself and I did not vocalize or cry. In fact, now that my punishment was evened out, I could easily have taken another dozen hard strokes a side. Which is a great gift. Only then did Hannah release my wrists.

I managed to say “Thank you darling” before she got on with her day and I with mine. It is going to be an interesting few weeks.