Spanking the maid (f/F story)

 "What do you say, Mary?" Sally asked, grinning at the maid. "Do we have a deal?"

Mary nodded at the teenager, blushing with shame. This day had not gone well.

She'd slipped away from work for a quick smoking break, confident that the master and mistress would not catch her in the act. And she was right; they were in the other end of the house. But she had forgotten about their teenaged daughter.

Sally had given the maid a simple enough choice; either she would tell her parents about the maid's misdeeds, or she would punish her herself.

"What do you mean, punish?" Mary asked.

Sally smiled the evillest smile Mary had ever seen. "I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you."

Mary paled a little at that. "You can't! You're a child."

"True, I can't force you over my knee. I don't have to. Either you agree to my punishment, or I'll tell my parents."

Mary thought quickly about her choice. If her master found out, she would most likely be fired. She couldn't afford to lose her job now.

Besides, how bad could a spanking from this girl be?

Sally sat down on the wooden chair in the kitchen, waving Mary towards her. She patted her lap, and the older girl lowered herself over it. Mary blushed as she felt her skirt being flipped up, exposing her black panties. She was over the lap of a girl ten years younger than her, about to have her bottom spanked. She didn't want to believe it.

Suddenly, she felt a couple of hard slaps to her cheeks.

"Ow!" She cried out. "That hurts!"

"Of course it hurts," Sally replied. "It's a spanking. That's the point."

The spanks came hard and fast, and Mary squirmed a little in shock. She wouldn't have believed the skinny little girl capable of this.

Sally grinned to herself. Seeing the woman spread over her lap, squirming around as she slapped her buttocks; it was almost too good to be true! She wanted to pinch herself, to convince herself she wasn't dreaming, but decided against it. If it WAS a dream, she didn't want to wake up. So she pinched Mary instead.

As Sally slipped her fingers into the waistband of Mary's panties, she cried out. "Please! Not on my bare bottom!"

Sally gave her a look that utterly failed to be sympathetic. "It's not a real spanking if it's not on the bare, Mary."

Mary wanted to stand up, to stop this whole charade, but decided against it. It was still better than losing her job.

When Sally was satisfied with the redness of Mary's bottom, she told her to get up.

"If I catch you smoking again, it'll be the brush. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand." From now on, she would make sure she was alone before lighting up.

She glared as the girl skipped away. She would have her revenge somehow. Sooner or later.