The maid's magazine (M/F story)

 Alice had been employed as a maid for Mister Hollins for about seven months now, and greatly enjoyed her work. Mister Hollins' mansion was quite large, but her employer was the only occupant, and the quiet bachelor created very little work for her. She spent a few hours per day dusting and cleaning, which still left her with a lot of time for herself. The only thing she wondered at was her uniform; she didn't think a lot of women wore the classic maid's uniform these days – the black dress with the white apron – but she knew her employer was a bit of a traditionalist.

Mister Hollins was an athletic man in his late thirties, though his dark-blond hair had begun to turn grey at the temples, making him look slightly older. He was always impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, and treated his employees kindly, if formally. Alice had wondered where his money came from – was it all inheritance, or had he worked for it? He spent his days reading novels or going for long, slow walks on his rather large estate, but that didn't mean he'd always lived like that. She hadn't felt comfortable asking, though.

One day, she headed into town for a brief shopping trip. Stopping at a convenience store, she walked past the magazine aisle when something caught her eye. Among the adult magazines, she spotted one depicting a young woman in a maid's uniform bent over a well-dressed man's lap with her skirt raised and her panties lowered. Her bare bottom was bright red, but there was a blissful grin on her face. The title of the magazine was "Maid for Spanking". She stared at it, stunned and breathless, as her heart began beating rapidly. For some reason, Alice knew she had to have it. There was no resisting the sudden tingle between her legs.

The girl behind the counter gave her a strange, knowing smile as Alice placed it on the counter. Alice blushed, unable to meet her gaze – was the girl just amused that a young woman was purchasing something so naughty, or did she know who Alice was? Obviously, she wasn't wearing her uniform on a shopping trip, but there were a few people in town who knew about Mister Hollins' newest employee. Was this girl one of them? A maid purchasing a magazine about maids being spanked would certainly seem amusing. Was she making assumptions about what was going on at the mansion?

"Have fun," the girl called out as Alice fled the shop, blushing crimson and unable to utter a word in response. She hurried back to the house, eager to examine her new acquisition.It would be untrue to claim that Alice had never thought about the erotic possibilities of spanking. In fact, in her late teens, she'd had a boyfriend who could be persuaded to place her across his lap and give her bottom a few gentle slaps before they had sex. However, there was something very shameful about the whole concept, and she'd been too intimidated to look much into it. This magazine, however, opened a whole new world to her. The stories and pictures – both drawings and photographs – of maids being punished took her breath away. The young women were forced to stand there meekly while being scolded, pulled over the lap for a long, hard spanking, bent over for a brutal belting, or placed in the corner with their hands on their heads and their bottoms on display. Alice spent a lot of hours reading and re-reading it, fantasizing about being in their place.

Most of the magazine involved maids being punished by their employers, and soon, Mister Hollins took on a starring role in Alice's private fantasies. She imagined the handsome bachelor frowning disapprovingly at her for some real or imagined slight, scolding her severely while she blushed and stared meekly at her feet, and then telling her that he was going to have to spank her. She'd gasp and plead for mercy, but she would receive none. He would sit down and pull her across his knee, bare her bottom, and begin to spank her soundly. She would kick her legs and squeal, promising to be good, but he would continue to punish her red, quivering cheeks. Finally, once he was certain that she was truly sorry for whatever it was she had or hadn't done, he would hug her, comfort her, and dry her tears. Then, he would pick her up, carry her to bed, and take care of her needs – there were a few pictures of THAT in her magazine, as well.

Obviously, she had no intention of acting on these fantasies. She had a comfortable, well-paying job, and did not want to jeopardize it by making indecent suggestions to her employer. If she tried, she was far more likely to get canned than caned. She still enjoyed her private little fantasies, but that was all they would ever be. She'd also begun to spank herself with her own hairbrush, imagining herself being punished by a strict, good-looking man, but it just wasn't enough.

One lovely Friday afternoon, as she went for a walk in the sunshine, Alice realized that she'd forgotten to dust the dining room. This was not usually a concern, as Mister Hollins rarely ate his meals there, but she now remembered that tonight, he had invited a few friends and family members over for dinner. She hurried back to the mansion, hoping that she could still make it, but by the time she'd made it back, the first guests had already begun to arrive.

When he saw the state of the room, Mister Hollins cast her an annoyed glance, but he said nothing for now. The guests said nothing either, but a few of them cast amused smirks in her direction, chuckling at her silliness. It was only later in the evening, when the last of the guests had left, that he called her into his study, lecturing her about forgetting her duties and making a good impression on his friends. As he scolded her, Alice began to imagine what he could do to punish her. The mental images of her bare bottom across his lap were very interesting, making it hard to focus on whatever it was he was saying, and she had to bite her lip to remind herself not to say anything stupid. She blushed, fighting to stop herself from squirming, as she felt herself growing wet.

When he noticed her reaction, he studied her with a curious expression. "Are you feeling all right, Alice? You don't look well. Maybe you should go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning." He furrowed his brow. "But remember - I expect you do to better in the future. I am very disappointed in you."

Grateful for this reprieve, Alice hurried off to bed, where her trusty magazine was waiting under her mattress. Thinking about how she deserved to be be harshly punished for her terrible misdeed, her eager fingers found her dripping sex.

She woke early the next morning, still thinking about last night's events. She picked up the magazine again, but she decided to start cleaning the dining room instead. It was obviously far too late, but it would show her employer that she was sorry. It was a fairly quick job, and she cursed herself for not doing it yesterday. Once she was done, she returned to her room to change out of her uniform for a trip into town, but she was horrified to discover her employer sitting on her bed, thumbing through the magazine that she'd forgotten to place back under her mattress.

He looked up as she entered. "I came to check on you, to see if you felt better today," he explained, his voice surprisingly calm. "I wasn't expecting to find this."

Staring at him, feeling absolutely horrified by this turn of events, she tried to think of what she should do. She opened her mouth, but she found nothing to say. What exactly does a maid say to her employer when he finds her "Maid for Spanking" magazine? Was there any explanation that could reframe this?

To her great surprise, he smiled. "Tell me," he said gently, "how do you think I should... punish someone who brings filth like this into my house?"

She blushed, stunned by his words. Could he really be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? Were her fantasies about to come true? She licked her dry lips, trying to form a sentence, but couldn't. Her wildest dreams were in her grasp, and she couldn't make herself accept them.

Noticing her silence, he smiled. "Why don't you think about it? I'll return here at nine in the evening, and we'll talk about it then," he told her. She wanted to reply that 'No, she would prefer that he dealt with it right now, pretty please,' but she was too stunned to utter a word. He rose, lifting the magazine. "I am confiscating this, by the way. You shouldn't read such dirty literature." As he left the room, he told her, "I will be in my study, by the way, and do not wish to be disturbed." She was left with the feeling that it wasn't novels he would be reading today.

Alice tried to process what had just happened. Her employer had found her most precious secret, her innermost desire, but despite her fears, he was not offended – in fact, he seemed to approve. He would return to her bedroom in the evening, planning to take her across his knee and spank her bottom… or at least, that is what she hoped he would do. She reached her hand back to rub her soft cheeks, wondering what it would feel like. It would hurt, right? And be totally, deliciously humiliating. Squirming with desire, she wanted to return to bed with her magazine and find some relief, but she knew she wasn't getting it back before their talk in the evening – or maybe she wouldn't get it back at all.

Deciding to try to focus on her work, to keep her mind off it, she remembered that she had been planning a trip to town, so she started to change her clothes.

All day, Alice could think of nothing but her impending spanking. No matter how hard she tried to push it out of her mind, it always returned, stronger than before. She couldn't believe that her wild fantasies were about to come true! She almost pinched herself, but if she was dreaming, she didn't want to wake up.

That evening, Alice returned to her bedroom at half-past eight, waiting for her employer to arrive. She spent a nervous half-hour sitting on her bed in her uniform, staring at the clock as the seconds ticked slowly away. Precisely at nine, there was a knock at her door, and Mister Hollins entered. He was carrying the magazine.

"So, what do you think I should do when a young woman brings this naughty magazine into my house?" he said, calmly.

She licked her dry lips. "You should spank me," she whispered. In her mind, when preparing for this moment, she'd tossed her air and declared it loudly and proudly, glaring defiantly at him. In reality, she was staring at her shoes again.

He smiled. "I should, shouldn't I?" He held out his hand and helped her to her feet, then took her place on the bed. Gently, he guided her over his lap, so that her head and legs rested on the bed, with her bottom raised. She bit her lip as he raised the hem of her skirt, revealing her black satin panties. His hand began to rub her bottom softly as goosebumps formed on her flesh. "Are you ready for your spanking, Alice?" he said gently. Unable to speak, she nodded. He lifted his hand and began to spank her.

As the first smacks landed on her delicate derriere, Alice gasped, squirming slightly. There was a slight sting, and a pleasant warmth began to spread through her cheeks. She grinned, trying to process the fact that she was finally over Mister Hollins' lap, getting her bottom spanked.

 Noticing her reaction, Mister Hollins slowly spanked harder and harder, causing her to squirm and yelp, though the smile never left her face. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, covering every inch of her bottom, and the toasty warmth made her even wetter.

As the sting and heat grew, she began to moan from pain and pleasure, squirming delightfully on his lap. She would later learn that he had spent large parts of his day thumbing through the well-read magazine he had found in her bedroom, making sure he knew what she wanted. And the time was well-spent; Alice had never been happier.

Her bottom had begun to turn pink when Mister Hollins paused, beginning to rub her cheeks again. She bit her lip, worried that it was over already. "You know, I'm not sure you can feel it through these thick panties," he said, resting his hand on the flimsy garment. "What should I do about that?"

Realizing that he was tactfully asking for her permission to proceed, Alice blushed. "Whatever you think is best, sir. You're in charge," she said, burying her face in the bed. Grinning, he grabbed the waistband of her panties, slowly peeling them down to reveal the beautiful bottom below.

As the spanking continued, Alice moaned louder than before. The wonderful sting was now itching all over her bottom, and all her squirming did little to ease the pain. She was trying to decide whether to modestly keep her legs together, revealing as little of herself as she could under these trying circumstances, or just open them teasingly, toying with his desire. However, as he spanked harder and harder, she soon began to kick her legs, the choice taken away from her.

With one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place, he spanked her soundly. Alice was panting as she squirmed and kicked, feeling tears at the edges of her eyes. She couldn't decide whether she wanted him to stop or continue.

Finally, the dam broke, and she could feel tears running down her face as her bottom burned. She started to whimper, pleading for him to stop, which he immediately did. Gathering her up in his arms, he whispered soothingly as he hugged her close, gently comforting her and caressing her sore cheeks.

After she calmed down, she glanced at him, wondering what would happen next. She wanted to tell him what she wanted, but did not dare.

Fortunately, the desire must have been apparent in her eyes, for he kissed her lips passionately, and before long, they were under the covers, where they would fall asleep in each other's arms after a long, exhausting night.