The Maid's Punishment (M/F story)

"Lucy?" Mr Bowman looked at his maid with a disapproving expression. "Into my study. We need to have a chat about your recent work." Mr Bowman was an athletic, dark-haired man in his late thirties, almost always clad in an expensive suit. He was considered quite attractive, which was enhanced by the fact that he was the owner of a beautiful mansion and a large fortune – both inherited.

"Yes, Mr Bowman," Lucy said meekly. Her curly red hair hanging to her shoulders, the 28-year-old woman was dressed in a classic maid's uniform which hid her ample curves. She had a face that was often described as 'cute', and rarely as 'beautiful'. One her employer's back was turned, the maid licked her lips, and an eager grin spread across her face. She had a feeling that she knew what this 'chat' would entail, and she was already looking forward to it.

Straightening the skirt of her uniform, she eventually managed to assume an expression of contrition. He was going to punish her, after all, and it wouldn't do to have him know just how much she was enjoying it.

When Lucy had started to work as a maid for Mr Bowman several months ago, there had been some issues – she overslept a few times, she didn't always show the respect he felt he was due, and her work really wasn't up to his standards. He'd called her into his study and told her he'd dock her pay – and that he'd fire her if she didn't improve. She'd turned pale and begged him to reconsider, but he'd called her lazy and undisciplined. That's when creativity struck her.

Lucy told him that her parents had spanked her until the day she moved out, and that the new-found lack of consequences clearly hadn't been good for her. Maybe instead of docking her pay, her employer could provide the discipline she needed? Mr Bowman had been very doubtful, but had eventually agreed to give it a try. He'd patted his thigh, and with a show of great reluctance and embarrassment, she'd bent over his lap.

However, once she was in position and he could no longer see her expression, she allowed the grin that had been trying to fight its way to the surface, to spread across her face. She was over the knee of a rich, handsome bachelor, who was about to give her a sound spanking. Could this get any better? This was fulfilling every fantasy she'd had for years.

He lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the white uniform panties stretched over her ample buttocks. Resting his hand on her bottom, he rubbed it in circles while scolding her for her worth ethic. Hanging her head as if in shame, she promised to do better, while eagerly waiting for him to begin.

His firm hand began to smack the seat of her panties – softly and hesitantly at first, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Eventually, however, he seemed to find his stride, and the spanks came harder and faster. Lucy grinned blissfully – it stung more than she expected, and she found herself squirming more than she thought she would, but it was still a wonderful experience.

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, and she kicked her legs. She decided this would be an opportune moment to start telling him that she felt very sorry for her misdeeds, and that she would perform much better from now on. He frowned and kept spanking for a minute or two more, leaving her with a flushed face and a set of delightfully toasty buns.

As he helped her to her feet, her hands moving back to rub her stinging rear, he warned her that if he ever had to do this again, he would take down her underwear and spank her bare bottom. Lucy promised that her work would improve, and it did – for a few weeks. Gradually, though, her efforts deteriorated, and she began to show up late again. Eventually, four weeks after the first discipline session, she found herself back in the study, once again over his knee, prepared for a good, hard spanking – and this time, her panties was down and her bottom bare, and he spanked much harder and longer than last time. Just like she had hoped.

They settled into a sort of routine. He'd punish her, and she'd work diligently. After a few weeks, her work would be poor enough to earn her another trip to the study, and the clock would be reset. It was her fondest wish that this state of affairs would continue forever.


Lucy knocked on the study door, hoping her expression was sufficiently contrite. She was quite good at it now, after all this practice.

"Enter," his voice said coldly. When she obeyed, he nodded to the chair opposite his desk and told her to sit down. 'While you still can', she added mentally, and had to supress a grin.

"Considering the low standards of your work recently," he lectured, "I have made a difficult decision…"

She hung her head, trying to seem ashamed. A delightful shiver down her back ended in a tingle between her legs.

"… to let you go."

It took a few seconds for the words to register. Her head whipped up, and she stared at him in horrified shock. "What!?"

He had an impassive look on his face. "The standard of your work just isn't high enough for this place. You improve after the discipline sessions, but for how long? How many times must we do it before you learn to do your job?"

Lucy could feel her panicked heart trying to beat its way through her chest. This couldn't be happening! "Please, sir, don't fire me! You can spank me TWICE as hard – I'm sure I deserve it! Maybe if you used a slipper or – "

He held his hand up to stop her. "Please, Lucy. Don't embarrass yourself any further by begging," he said gently, but firmly. "It's bad enough that a grown woman needs to be spanked like a child just to do her job. My decision is final, and nothing you say or do will change it. There is nothing you can offer me that I want." His voice turned colder. "Please go to your room and pack your things." He looked down at his papers, clearly signalling that their talk was over.

In a daze, Lucy got to her feet and made her way to her room. Mechanically, she began to pack her possessions in her suitcase. As she changed out of the maid costume, which she left on the bed as she put on her own clothes, she tried to tell herself it was some horrible dream, but it didn't work. She'd lost her job. She had to move out of the mansion – the most comfortable home she'd ever had. And she'd have to say goodbye to Mr Bowman – a handsome, single millionaire who had demonstrated such a skill at spanking her bottom. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't fall; her despair was just too great.

As she dragged the suitcase down the stairs, Lucy intended to slip out as quietly as possible – she didn't want to see him again. But as she neared the open study door, she heard his voice. "Lucy? Come in here, please." She briefly considered walking past and leaving, but decided against it. After all, he couldn't do more to hurt her, could he?

When she entered the study, he nodded to the chair once again, and she sat. For some time, he said nothing – just looked at her pale face. Finally, he sighed. "Tell me, Lucy. Were you ever actually spanked by your parents?"

She blinked, surprised at the question. "Of course, sir." She didn't actually need to call him 'sir' now, since she was no longer employed by him, but old habits die hard. "My mother would often use her hairbrush on my backside if I dared to sass her, and my father – " She stopped when he lifted his hand.

"Lucy, I think I've heard enough lies pass your pretty lips to last a lifetime, so I thought we'd try the truth for a change. Did they EVER spank you?"

For a few seconds, she stared at him, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "No, sir," she admitted eventually.

He nodded, his suspicions confirmed. "Lucy, I'm not quite as dumb as you believe me to be. A young woman claims to miss her parents' regular discipline, but starts squirming after a few smacks? Her behaviour improves, but a few weeks later, she's back over my knee? I've seen some of my younger cousins being disciplined by my aunt and uncle, and though they're younger than you, these young ladies could take twice what you get before they even start to complain – because they grew up with regular spankings."

She stared at him, wondering just where he was going with this.

"And I saw the despair on your face when you thought you had lost your job – that's not the look of a woman who is suddenly unemployed. I knew then that from your point of view, you'd lost far more than that."

Once again, it took a few seconds for his words to register in her mind. "THOUGHT I had lost my job?" she repeated, in a tone that expressed hope and disbelief.

He nodded. "The job is still yours if you want it – though I expect a higher standard from you in the future, or I really WILL fire you."

"But… why did you tell me I was fired?" she said, confused and hurt.

"To punish you for your deceit," he said calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't like being lied to, Lucy. If you want a spanking from me in the future, come and ask me for it – I'll be sure to oblige you."

Her head was still spinning, trying to make sense of what had happened today. Part of her was still hurt and wanted to tell him where he could stick his offer, but her more reasonable side told her to recognize a great deal when it was offered. Besides, she had to admit that she had deceived him first.

In a great turmoil of emotion, she rushed forward and embraced him, crying tears of relief against his shoulder – remembering a second too late that this was an unprofessional way for a maid to behave to her employer. Embarrassed, she took a step back, drying her tears. It was almost funny how great joy could bring forth the tears that despair had made impossible. "Thank you, sir! I promise I'll do better, sir."

He smiled. "You can go back upstairs and unpack now. It's been an emotional day for you, so take the rest of the day off."

Curtseying her thanks, she turned to leave, but hesitated in the doorway. After a few seconds, she turned back to face him with a slight tremble. "Sir?"

He looked up from his papers. "What is it, Lucy?"

She bit her lip. "Like you said, this has been a stressful day, and I think I need some relief. Do you think you could… I mean, could I have…" she blushed, struggling to finish the sentence.

He chuckled. "Does the little minx want a spanking right now?"

She nodded, no longer able to form words.

He pushed his chair back, and smiled as he patted his lap. "Over my knee, then."

Eagerly, she bent over his lap, grinning as he lifted her skirt. Not only was she back over his lap for those sweet spankings that she had feared had been lost forever, but she no longer had to hide her smile while receiving it!

His hand rested on the seat of her dark satin panties – so different from the white cotton ones that were part of her uniform. He lifted his hand and began to spank her. The months of experience had turned him into an accomplished disciplinarian, and there was no more of the hesitation that had characterized her first session over his knee. His hand moved quickly from cheek to cheek, delivering that delicious sting. However, he also began to rub her bottom between spanks, causing her to fidget – she realized that these new voluntary spankings would be more interesting than the discipline sessions.

He chuckled as she began to lift her bottom to meet his descending hand. "Oh my! I think you're enjoying this." Her only response was a satisfied moan and an enticing wriggle of her backside.

As her backside began to turn pink, he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. "It's time to take these down – you deserve a bare-bottom spanking, after all. Lift your hips for me." She immediately did as he instructed, and he slipped the garment down to her knees. He rubbed her bottom gently for a few seconds, causing another moan to escape her lips, before continuing to spank her.

While her discipline spankings had been very enjoyable to the naughty young lady, it was nothing compared to what she was receiving now. He spanked hard and fast, but he also took the time to caress her soft skin. Once, as he rubbed her bottom, his hand slipped lower between her legs. She wasn't sure whether it was by accident or deliberate, but either way, she didn't protest. Sadly, he quickly took his hand away, continuing to spank her.

After a long and delightful session over his lap, she rose to her feet with a tear-stained face, a red and delightfully burning bottom, and a throbbing between her legs. Mr Bowman grinned as he saw the look of complete bliss on her face.

"Well. This is how you feel about your punishments! Maybe I should have you kneel in the corner, displaying that red bottom?" The thought seemed to amuse him.

She smiled. "Believe me, sir. There are other things I could do on my knees that would be more fun – for both of us." And as if to prove it, she kneeled before him and began to unzip his trousers.

"Lucy! What are you doing?" There was a look of shock on his face, but he made no move to stop her.

"Thanking you properly for my spanking," she explained as she freed his erection from the confines of his underwear. It was nice to finally get a look at the thing that had been poking her in the ribs for the last half-hour. She grinned up at him. "And today, I feel confident that you will be satisfied with my job," she said, before placing his shaft in her mouth.