Sunday 14 April 2024

The maid and the miss (F/f story)

The lanky, dark-haired teenager Luna was heading downstairs to the kitchen, looking for a snack, when she heard her mother's maid complaining to her visiting friend. The door was slightly ajar, and she saw that the two women were sitting at the kitchen table, each with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"And have you seen the state of her room?" Christine was saying. The tall, fair-haired maid shook her head. "If any of my sisters had made a mess like that, I would put them over my knee and warm their bottoms."

Isabel raised an eyebrow as she looked at her friend. "Luna's eighteen, isn't she?"

Christine shrugged. "Yes, but so what? She's not too old for a spanking, if that's what you think. My sister Anna is 21 now, and she's still subject to our parents' discipline – and mine, whenever I'm back there and my parents are too busy to deal with her." Isabel gave her a questioning glance, but Christine waved it away. "I'm ten years older than her, so she's expected to obey me."

"I'm pretty sure Luna's mother would object to such a treatment," Isabel pointed out.

"Obviously," Christine conceded. "The girl has never been spanked in her life. That much is clear." She sniffed disapprovingly. "Pity, really. I really think she would benefit from it."
 
Luna stood outside the room, her heart beating so loudly she almost couldn't hear what the two women were saying. For a brief moment, Luna was worried that they could hear it – and wondered what they would do if they caught her listening at the door. She shivered at the thought.

As quietly as she could, she retreated to her room, sitting down on her bed to process what she'd just heard. So, her mother's maid actually wanted to spank her!

The maid was correct that Luna had never been spanked – and when Christine said that this was a pity, Luna actually agreed completely. She'd been fascinated by spanking for as long as she could remember, and had wondered what it would be like to be taken across someone's knee. There was something exciting about the painful, humiliating act that had dominated her dreams for some time.

And now, she knew that there was a person living in the same house as her that wanted to make that fantasy a reality. She was certain that the big, muscular, determined maid could give a proper spanking if she wanted. Luna began to ponder what she should do about this situation.

She glanced around. She had to admit, her room was quite messy, wasn't it?

Three days later, Christine was sitting at her desk, writing a letter to her family back home. Her employer had left earlier in the day for a weekend trip with her friends, and Luna was upstairs in her room, listening to whatever passed for music these days. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," the maid called out. Luna entered, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

"Can I talk to you?" Luna said, her voice confirming her nervousness.

"Of course. What is it?" Christine said, as gently as she could. The girl sounded like she might be in trouble, and Christine wanted her to know that she was safe here.

"I… " Luna took a deep breath. "I heard what you said about me. To Isabel. At the kitchen table." When it was clear that the maid had no idea what she meant, she continued, "About my room. And sp – about sp…" For some reason, she couldn't make herself say that word. "About discipline."

"Oh," Christine said quietly, wondering where this was going. If this was some sort of complaint about her conduct, it was being delivered far too timidly, and if she was going to threaten to tell her mother, it would have been better to do it before her mother left.

"And…" Luna swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. "I agree. With your conclusion." She stared at the floor. "You should sp… punish me."

Christine raised an eyebrow. While this wasn't the way she'd expected the conversation to go, it certainly explained why the girl was so nervous. There was still something odd, though.

She stepped forward, placing her hand under the girl's chin to force her to look her in the eyes. "Luna, do you WANT me to spank you?"

Luna blushed. She tried to squirm away, but Christine held her firmly. She averted her eyes. "Well, you're right about my room… it would certainly be a motivating factor…"

"If you actually want to clean your room, go do it. Right now," she said calmly. "You don't need a spanking for that."

The girl fidgeted, still looking away. "But don't you think I deserve it? I don't know if it's –"

"Luna," Christine said gently. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't WANT a spanking."

The girl briefly met her gaze, then looked away again. "I'm not… it's not so… Well, you see …"

Still holding Luna's chin, the maid used her other hand to place a silencing finger on Luna's babbling lips. "Luna, if you want me to take you across my knee and give you a good spanking, I can do that." You definitely deserve it, she thought to herself. She released the girl.

Luna blushed, but looked relieved – or at least, nervous in an entirely different way. Now free to stare at the floor, she did just that. Placing an arm around her shoulder, the maid led her over to the armless wooden chair that she'd just vacated. Christine sat down, and Luna stood before her, biting her finger.

As Christine leaned forward, beginning to unbutton Luna's jeans, the lanky girl blushed an even more fiery red. Christine frowned at her. "You've been a very bad girl, Luna, leaving a mess like that. I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you."

"I'm sorry," Luna whispered meekly. Despite her height, she now looked more like a little girl than the young woman she actually was.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," the maid declared as she pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She was mildly amused at the childish cartoon panties the girl was wearing – was that her usual style, or had she dressed like that because she thought it was appropriate when receiving a spanking?

Christine guided the girl over her lap, with her head toward the floor and her bottom raised high. She gently stroked her panty-clad target, making sure the girl was ready before lifting her hand and delivering the first spank.

As Luna received the first smack of the first spanking of her life, her eyes grew wide, and a yelp escaped her lips. She'd expected it to hurt, of course, but the reality still took her by surprise. Christine chuckled at her reaction, but continued to spank her. If the girl wanted a good spanking, Christine was going to give her exactly what she'd asked for.

As Christine's hand continued to move from cheek to cheek, delivering firm spanks that left a warm sting in her bottom, Luna couldn't stop smiling. It was painful, but in a nice way. There was something lovely about being over a strict woman's lap, having her bottom warmed.

The maid spanked harder and faster, peppering Luna's pretty posterior with rapid swats that had her squirming and yelping. Christine had been comparatively gentle with her so far, since she'd never been spanked before, but it was now time to show her what a real spanking was.

Luna gasped as Christine started to pull down her panties. She reached back, clasping the waistband and trying to pull them back up. "I'm not sure –"

"Well, I'M sure," Christine said as she swatted her hand away, "And that's what's important. It's not a real spanking unless it's on the bare bottom, as I'm sure you know." As she whisked down her cartoon panties, Christine briefly pondered whether the girl DID know that, but decided that if she didn't, she had just found out.

The spanks continued to rain down on her rear end, and Luna howled. Her panties were not particularly thick, but they had apparently been more protection than she'd realized, for the maid's palm was now far more painful. She squealed and kicked her long legs, feeling tears at the edges of her eyes as she squirmed. At no point did she ask the woman to stop, however – absently, she wondered if it would accomplish anything.

Luna's bottom had begun to turn red, and tears were rolling down her cheeks, by the time the maid helped her to her feet. She sat the girl on her lap, whispering soothingly as she hugged her close. As Luna cried into her shoulder, the girl felt better than she'd done in years, despite the fiery sting in her bottom – or possibly because of it.

Some time later, Luna rose to her feet, gingerly rubbing her burning bottom. "I think I'm going to lie down," she said.

"You do that," Christine said gently. "Have a little nap. But when you wake up, I expect you to start cleaning." She wagged her finger. "If your room isn't spotless by noon tomorrow, you'll find yourself having a little discussion with my hairbrush."

"Yes, ma'am," Luna promised, her face pale, as she tried to decide whether this had been a good idea or not. One thing was certain – her life had changed.

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