The Baron's daughter (f/F story)

 "You must be Claire Hulme," the Baron said, holding out his hand. While shook it, she took a moment to study her new employer. Baron Laney was a short man, but she could tell there was great strength in his arms, should he care to use it. Potentially a very scary man, but there was something in his eyes that told her he wasn't; he didn't have the strength of character.

After a short meeting, where she was instructed in her new duties, Claire was taken to meet the girl she would be responsible for, during the months that the Baron was out of the country. She knew a few things about her; her name was Katherine, after a local saint. She was in her late teens. And she had been quite a bother for her previous caretakers. That didn't matter. Claire never feared challenges.

Katherine was in the training room, practising her fencing. Claire frowned; she had always found the sport quite unladylike. One of the servants informed the lady that the new caretaker was here, and Katherine removed her mask, stepping over to greet the newcomer.

And as soon as she looked at her face, Claire was struck by how unlike her father the girl was. There was no uncertainty, no weakness, in her eyes. She had a very dominating personality, and she didn't care to hide it. Claire found herself thankful that she didn't seem to have inherited her father's physical strength.

Later, Claire was in her room, reading a book, when she suddenly noticed Katherine leaning against the mantelpiece, grinning at her. She frowned; she hadn't heard the girl knock.

"What are you doing in here, girl?"

"Father has left," Katherine said, taking a step forward, still that wolf-like grin on her face. The Baron went away that morning, and wouldn't be back for weeks. "From now on, I'm in charge."

"I beg your pardon, young lady!?"

"I'm in charge," the girl repeated, as if talking to a particularly dim servant – or a child. "You do as I say."

"Your father left me in charge, girl," Claire said, trying to regain the authority that she could feel slipping from her fingers under those cold, blue eyes. "You're going to obey ME, not the other way around."

"Oh?" Katherine said, raising an eyebrow. "We'll see about that."

The book fell to the floor as Katherine grabbed her caretaker's wrist. Claire found herself on her feet, then off them again as Katherine sat down on the bed, pulling the struggling woman over her knee.

"What's going on!?" Claire yelled.

"Isn't that obvious?" Katherine said in that annoying, patronising tone as she raised Claire's dress, planting a few hard smacks on the seat of her knickers. "I'm teaching you a lesson in manners."

"You can't SPANK me!" Claire gasped.

"Can't I?" Katherine laughed. "I seem to be doing quite a good job of it." And as she moved from cheek to cheek, raining stinging slaps down on Claire's squirming bottom, the caretaker would have to agree.

She tried to get away from the girl's punishing hand, but Katherine was holding her firmly in place. Claire realized that she'd been wrong; Katherine was a LOT stronger than she looked. Claire couldn't fight free.

"Are you going to do as I say?" Katherine asked.

"Yes! Please, I'll do anything, just stop spanking me!" With a blush, Claire realized that she had been reduced to begging to the girl she was supposed to look after.

"That's better," Katherine said, rubbing her bottom gently. "Here's what I want you to do. I want you to get up, and take your clothes off." She pinched her cheeks. "ALL of them. Then, you're going to lay across my lap and take the rest of your spanking."

"Please, no more, I'll be good!" Claire whined.

"If you DON'T, I'm going to send one of the servants to fetch a paddle. Do you understand?"

"Please, don't -"

Katherine gave her a few hard whacks. "Do – You – Under- Stand?"

"OW! Yes, I understand!"

Katherine grinned. "Good."

Claire felt the girl's eyes on her as she undressed. She gritted her teeth in pain as she pulled the knickers down over her blistered flesh, but she didn't dare disagree. She couldn't imagine what the teen could do to her with a paddle in her hand.

"Good," Katherine said as Claire dropped her brassiere on the ground, standing in front of her nude as the day she was born. "You're learning. Now, I want you to ask me for your spanking."

Claire wanted to sink into the ground. Could this be any worse? Of course it could, she told herself. Don't tempt fate.

"Will you.... will you give me a good spanking, Mistress Katherine?"

"Mistress Katherine. I like the sound of that. Well, how could I refuse a request like that?" She smiled, patting her lap. "Come here."

Claire trembled slightly as Katherine squeezed her bottom, running her fingers over the blistered cheeks.

"I hope you're ready for this," she said, lifting her hand.

Claire kicked her legs, crying out as an explosion of pain spread across her sore buttocks. Soon, she was bawling, kicking her legs, lost in the pain and shame.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was helped to her feet, and pushed into a corner.

"If you stand here, hands on your head, for half an hour, your punishment will be over. If not..." She let the sentence hang in the air as she left the room. Or maybe she only pretended to leave. Claire shivered, feeling the sweat rolling down her face. She wasn't going to take the chance.