“A Maid for All Seasons, Volumes 1 and 2″ Revised Edition

Three weeks after she came to work for Mr. Swayne she dropped a plate of poached eggs on his sleeve, and he whisked her over his knee, bared her bottom, and slapped it hard. She squealed and apologized while he spanked, then sniffled away a long ten minutes in the kitchen corner. Her rear cheeks stung and the ones on her face glowed red, but she was grateful he hadn’t told her father. He did not tell her father about the two other spankings he gave her in the weeks that followed, or what she’d done to deserve them, and neither did Lisa.
Images of his tall, arrogant assistant bent over Mr. Swayne’s knee swirled through Lisa’s mind. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and the bookend slipped from her grasp and fell straight at her right foot.

“Shit!” The bookend thunked the tip of her left big toe with the shock of a car wreck. “God damn it Jesus Chri …!”

She gasped, sat on the floor and tugged off her black sensible shoe, and rubbed the graze on her toe where the eland’s brass horn had punched through the leather. Mr. Swayne and Ms. Trelawny crouched beside her while Lisa grimaced and whimpered.

“Be still, Lisa, and let me have a look.” Mr. Swayne took her foot in his hands. “Can you wriggle your toes?” She flexed them and winced, and he picked up her shoe and examined it. “You were very lucky, young lady. It appears that the worst of the damage is in your footwear and not in your foot. How do you feel?”

“Much better, sir, thank you. I’m sorry I made such a fuss.”

He helped her stand, and Lisa limped for effect while Mr. Swayne held her arm.

“Lisa?”

“I’m okay now, honest. I’ll just get back to work.” She put her shoe on and then picked her cloth off the floor.

“Wait a moment, Lisa. What were you doing to cause this accident?”

“I was just dusting the bookend, sir.” She blinked at him.

“That’s not what I mean. What were you doing that caused you to drop a bookend that you have dusted a dozen times, and nearly impale yourself? Were you distracted? Were you looking at something besides your work? Were you, for example, watching Ms. Trelawny instead of tending to the business for which I pay you?”

Lisa nibbled her lip and gazed at the carpet, and Mr. Swayne shook his head.

“What Ms. Trelawny was doing is no concern of yours, and I do not like my staff inquiring into matters that are none of their business. Well, Lisa?”

“I uh, just wondered what was going on, sir. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“Yes well, harm has been done, and I think a reminder to concentrate on your work is in order. Two dozen good slaps on your behind should be sufficient I think.”

Lisa gasped and glanced at Ms. Trelawny. “Sir, please, I…”

She stopped when he held up a hand.

“Also, while I appreciate the pain you suffered, you know I insist on self-restraint and decorum from my employees at all times.”

“Sir?” She stepped back against the desk.

“Your outburst just now would be more appropriate to a shipyard than a business office.”

“But I didn’t mean to …”

“You know that the use of crude and vulgar language is abhorrent to me. You heard me say so when you were a child and I visited your father’s house. It shows a lack of education and breeding.”

“I know, sir, but I just …” Lisa stared at her shoes. “I’m sorry I said those things.”

“As you should be, but we will deal with that later, after we have addressed the issue of your curiosity. Your ’satiable curiosity, as Kipling would have it.”

The butterflies in Lisa’s tummy went mad. Her father had read her the story of the elephant child who was constantly spanked for his ’satiable curiosity, and she sympathized with the protagonist and always wondered if she could ever turn the tables on her spankers as the little elephant did in the Just So tale. Her toe tingled and she clapped both hands to her belly.

“Please, sir,” she whispered. “You’re not going to uh, punish me with Ms. Trelawny here, are you?”

“She has better things to do, but since you have interrupted her work she may as well see the worst.”

“But she wasn’t doing anything!”

He scowled. “I told you, young lady, that is no concern of yours. Now hand me your knickers. You won’t need them for a while.”

She quivered and backed toward the door. “Please, sir, not with her here. Maybe I deserve it, but can’t she leave or something?”

“She knows that I correct you on occasion, and you have wasted enough of our time already.”

Tears streamed down Lisa’s cheeks. “But Mr. Swayne, you can’t …”

“Shall I call your father to attend to you?”

“No! I’ll be good but please don’t make me. Please?”

“Take down your knickers now, Lisa. I don’t think he will be pleased if I tell him you defied me, and swore like a sailor into the bargain.”

“Oh God.”

Lisa blushed and hiked her black skirt and white petticoats to hook her thumbs in the waistband of cotton panties. As she stepped out of them she glanced at Ms. Trelawny, and the woman winked and turned away.

“That’s better.” Mr. Swayne held out a hand.

She gave him her panties and he tossed them onto the desk, then took her by the arm and led her to the sofa. Her chin quivered as he pulled her face down across his lap. His left hand clasped the right side of her rib cage while he positioned her so that her hips were centered above his thighs, her left hip snug against his stomach.

“Would you care for coffee, Ms. Trelawny?” He nodded toward the table. “I believe it’s still hot.”

“Yes, thank you.”

She sprinkled sweetener into a cup and filled it from the pot. The spoon made damp, musical clinks in the bone china when she swirled it. Mr. Swayne lifted the back of Lisa’s uniform, and goose bumps prickled her bare behind. His thighs shifted, his palm smacked flesh, and Lisa jumped. At the fifth hard slap, she yelped and turned to look at him. His calm blue eyes were fixed on her bare bottom, and red shame rushed up her neck to crimson her face.

The sting of a dozen slaps turned to a heat that spread through her butt and into her belly. A spark glimmered and glowed between her legs when his large, strong hand remained for an extra second on the plump, smooth under-curve of her cheeks. He resumed the spanking and her hips bounced to the rhythm he set, and then after twenty-four hard swats he stopped and rested his hand on her shuddery behind. She sobbed and crossed her ankles, and winced when her toe grazed the brocaded cushion.

“Lisa, I hope you will take this reminder in the spirit intended.” He lightly squeezed her bottom. “I do the best I can by all my employees, and I expect the same in return. Your curiosity has caused me a great deal of trouble today and I don’t expect any repetition in future, is that clear?”

He patted her rosy cheeks, and she nodded and reached back to rub. Their fingers touched, a thrill shot through her arm, and she yanked away her hand.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Very well. I have not had to correct you in some time, but possibly that was a mistake. Your conduct today indicates a lack of focus and discipline.”

“I’m really sorry, sir, and I’ll do better. Can I get up now?”

“When I have finished. There still is the matter of your language. I worked with your father on many occasions, and although his profession puts him in constant contact with the roughest sort of individuals, I never have heard him utter the sort of language I heard from you just now. Do you think he would approve of your outburst?”

“No, sir.” Her bottom itched with prickly heat that she longed to rub away, but she sucked a thumb knuckle and lay still.

“Did he ever use such language in your presence?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you ever do so in his presence?”

“I uh … yes, sir.”

“And what was his response?”

“He … he spanked me,” she whispered, and a hot tear slid down the side of her nose.

“Yes, and I dare say he made a good job of it, but I believe it is high time the lesson was repeated. You are older now and should know better.”

He grasped her round the middle and raised his arm. Lisa clutched the sofa cushion and ground her pelvis into his thigh when he slapped hard, much harder than the first time, and as hard as he ever had spanked her. She squealed at the new heat that spread across her cheeks, her knees jerked, and sensible shoes flailed. China clinked when Ms. Trelawny picked up her coffee, and her hand shook when she sipped. Lisa looked into the pale eyes through a blur of tears, and Ms. Trelawny blinked twice and twisted up the corners of her mouth.

Lisa shut her eyes and sobbed, bounced on his lap, and scissored her legs while her bottom burned. He smacked six times across the tender crease where thigh becomes buttock, and Lisa wailed. A drop of moisture squeezed between her lower lips and wetted his trousers, and she gasped when lightening bolts shot through her vagina, her knees jerked, and she arched her back to offer herself. His fingertips stung inside the cleft, and the glow between her legs flashed incandescent. With a screech, Lisa shuddered to a small, painful orgasm. White noise fuzzed in her ears, and she panted for breath while she wiped her face with her sleeve.

Mr. Swayne gently patted red, quivery mounds. “I know this lesson will not have to be repeated, my dear. You have been punished for your poor behavior, and that is the end of the matter.”

Petticoats rustled and scratched her sore behind when he flipped skirts down and lifted her off his lap. She sat beside him and stared at the carpet while her bottom burned and her face steamed. He stood and then bent to cup her wet chin with a warm palm, and fresh tears flooded her eyes when she met his gaze.

“It really is all right, Lisa. I must get ready for a meeting now.” He flexed his right hand, turned to Ms. Trelawny and straightened his tie. “You’re on your own for lunch, I’m afraid. I’ll be back around three, so if you could input those contracts we should be set for tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, took two steps toward the door, stopped and looked back. “Oh, and Lisa? There’s Cornish hen for dinner this evening. Don’t let Mrs. Gates cook it dry, will you?”

“No, sir, I won’t.”

His deep blue eyes twinkled and Lisa smiled.

“There’s a good girl.”

He returned the smile and buttoned his jacket, and the office door clicked shut. Ms. Trelawny plucked a Kleenex, sat on the sofa, and pulled Lisa to her.

“It’s okay, it’s over now. You just cry it all out.”

“It was so awful.” Lisa sobbed into the tissue and shook her head. “I mean, I’ve been spanked worse but …”

She pulled away and stared at the woman, her eyes wide, like a doe caught in headlights.

“Shh, it’s all right. I saw it but I don’t think he noticed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it was just a little baby one.”

“I … but … Ms. Trelawny!” She whimpered and jerked away.

“Oh come on, you’ve had bigger than that playing with the shower massage.”

“No!”

The woman turned her around and Lisa wept into an ample bosom.

She sighed and stroked the girl’s hair. “Listen, he probably thought you just freaked out. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.”

“I bet he thinks I’m a slut.”

“He didn’t say anything, did he?”

“No, but he’s English. They’re like that.”

“Yes, I’m sure you know all about it.” She hugged Lisa hard. “You’ve been here what, nine weeks? Ten? I’ve been with him over six years, and I happen to know he likes you a lot, so even if he did notice your little climax he doesn’t think any less of you, I promise. You did exactly what he told you and took your licking like a trouper. He’s got no room to complain.”

“Do you think I’m a slut, Ms. Trelawny?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re way too sweet.”

“You think I’m sweet? I didn’t think you liked me.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“You, um, you’re just kind of, I don’t know …”

“Arrogant? Haughty? Bitchy?”

“No, uh, maybe kind of … formal.”

Ms. Trelawny laughed. “It’s just a front, like the six-hundred dollar suits. Once you get to know me I’m not bad. Unless you cross me.”

“Yes, ma’am. I mean no, ma’am.”

The woman grinned and fine lines clustered around her eyes. “All this ma’am stuff makes me feel old. Why don’t you call me Beth when we’re alone?”

“Yes, ma’ … Beth.”

“Much better.” She handed Lisa the plate.

“Thanks.” Lisa nibbled a wafer and then wiped her eyes with a corner of her apron.

“So how’s your bottom?”

“It’s okay.”

“Let’s have a look.”

“No, really, it’s fine.” She squirmed and winced when the petticoat rubbed hot palm prints.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to show me your butt.” She chuckled and poured coffee.

Lisa smiled and blushed. “I guess that’s kind of silly, huh?”

Beth winked and sipped. “You have a really cute butt.”

The blush deepened and Lisa reached for the last wafer. Beth stood up.

“You want to see someone else’s marks for a change?”

“Huh? Yours?”

“They’re the only ones I’ve got to show you.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The woman turned around and tugged up her skirt and slip. Underneath she wore only sheer charcoal-gray stockings and a white garter belt. Her broad, firm bottom was covered in pink stripes from the top of her cleft to the tops of her thighs, and red blotches marred the right hip.

Lisa gaped and leaned forward. “Oh my God, did Mr. Swayne do that?”

“No, the tooth fairy did it with dental floss.” She laughed. “Who do you think?”

“But why?”

“Ah, ah.” Beth turned and shook a finger. “You’re supposed to curb your ’satiable curiosity, remember?”

Lisa clapped a hand to her mouth. “Sorry.”

Beth smiled. “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t snitch. Mr. Swayne thinks snitching is even worse than ’satiable curiosity. Besides, I think both our fannies have had as much as they can take for one day. Do you have any cold cream?”

“Uh huh, in my room.”

“Good. Let’s fix some lunch and then see if there’s any balm in Gilead.” She pulled her skirt down and winced.

Lisa eyed the clump of white cotton on the desk. “Um, can I put my panties on?”

“Not a good idea. Mine are in the pencil drawer, and if he doesn’t find them right where he put them …” Beth shook her head, and Lisa sighed and nodded.

They grabbed throw pillows from the living room sofa on the way to the kitchen. There was cold baked chicken and tossed salad in the refrigerator, and they cushioned the maple wood bar stools with the pillows and feasted. Beth opened a chilled bottle of Chenin Blanc and filled two glasses. Lisa looked doubtfully at the goblet.

“I don’t think I should.”

“For medicinal purposes.”

Beth winked, and Lisa smiled and sipped.

After they ate, Beth poured more wine and they carried their glasses into Lisa’s bedroom at the back of the house. Lisa found the cold cream while Beth dropped her skirt and half-slip to the floor, frowned, and gently rubbed the stripes on her bare bottom.

Lisa stared for a moment and then pretended to straighten the clutter on her dresser. Beth’s dark pubic hair was cropped close and shaved in a bikini cut. Her hips were wide and her thighs were smooth and hard, and high, full breasts stretched the white silk blouse. She took Lisa’s hand and seated her on the bed, then stretched across her lap. Lisa inhaled the hot scent of Bvlgari perfume and took the top off the cold cream jar. Beth snuggled into the counterpane and pulled her blouse tail out of the way, then looked back at Lisa with half-lidded eyes.

“Why don’t you undo the garters so you don’t get goop on the suspenders?”

Lisa bit her lip and slipped her fingers under the top of the hose to pop the garter tabs. The nylons sagged and Lisa tucked the suspenders into the belt. She smoothed a fingertip along a puffy pink ridge and grimaced, and Beth moaned and arched her back. Lisa dipped three fingers into the jar and spread emollient over the crowns of the cheeks, her heart pounding as she massaged. The firm flesh absorbed the cream and Lisa took more from the jar and smeared a thick layer over the red blotches along the hip.

“Is that better, Ms. Tre … Beth?”

“Oh yeah, you have very nice fingers.” She spread her legs and Lisa squirmed when she saw the moist lower lips. “Rub some in my crack.”

“Did he spank you in there?” Her fingers trembled as she dabbed cream along the inner flesh.

“No, I just like it.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

Beth sighed when a fingertip brushed the puckered rose deep within her cleft. “That’s it, honey. Now put your finger in my bottom.”

“But I uh …”

“Go on. Please?”

Lisa slowly thrust her index finger into Beth’s anus, and stopped at the second knuckle. Beth wriggled and lifted her hips, and Lisa’s finger slipped all the way down the tight hole then the woman pulled Lisa’s other hand under her belly and pressed it between her thighs. There was heat and dampness, and Lisa slid a finger between the plump labia. She found Beth’s clitoris, hard and smooth as a glacier creek pebble.

“Make love to my bottom,” Beth whispered.

“Like this?”  She pulled her finger out and then pushed deep into the slick sheath.

“Mmm … yes, just like … ahh!”

Beth quivered and clutched at the counterpane, and Lisa stroked her slippery clitoris while she buggered her bottom. With a shriek the woman clamped her legs tight, trapping both Lisa’s hands, and high, round cheeks jiggled while her toes pounded the bed. Perspiration glistened on her neck when finally she lay still and panted.

Lisa removed her hands from the woman’s private parts, and Beth gasped when an aftershock lanced through her.

“Oh, Lisa, that was heavenly.” Beth twisted, sat up and hugged her. “I am completely destroyed and I have to lie down.”

It was a bit snug on the single bed, but Lisa stretched out on her side and let Beth cuddle her. After a minute, Beth’s eyelids dropped and she slept. The downy slit between Lisa’s thighs throbbed. She took a deep breath and ran a fingernail along the woman’s earlobe, and Beth jerked awake.

“So can you tell me now?”

“Hm? Tell you what, honey?”

“Why you got spanked like a bad girl.” Lisa grinned.

“You’re just a little devil, aren’t you?” Beth kissed the grin. “No wonder he likes you so much. But your dress is too scratchy. Take if off and then I’ll tell you.”

Lisa rolled out of bed and took off her uniform and petticoats, opened the closet and hung them on hooks. Dressed only in a satin camisole and her garter belt and nylons, Lisa lay down again and propped her head on her palm.

“So tell me.”

“Well, since you paid for it with a sore bottom, and you do have the most talented fingers, I guess I can.” Beth turned on her side and crooked her right knee over Lisa’s hip. “I was supposed to return a phone call yesterday but I lost my note and forgot all about it, so first thing this morning Michael had to make a call he didn’t want to make. He fixed up the deal, but he had to apologize to the guy for not getting back to him, and he wasn’t too happy with me.”

Lisa unbuttoned Beth’s blouse and toyed with the little satin bow between the cups of her bra. “So what did he do?”

“What he always does when I let him down.” Beth lay back and sighed.

“That’s not much of a story. I want details.”

“More ’satiable curiosity?”

“Don’t be mean, just tell me.”

Lisa bit her lip and pinched Beth’s nipple through the satin cup.

“Ow!” Beth grabbed the back of Lisa’s head and kissed her lips. “You little brat, I ought to paddle your fanny.”

“I’m not a brat, and anyway I already got spanked and now I want a story.” Lisa blinked and nibbled her lower lip.

“You are just adorable, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I hate adorable.”

“No you don’t, so tell me … ow! Not so hard.”

“Then quit being so cute.” Beth stroked the hot new palm print on Lisa’s bottom. “Okay, he was pretty mad, and I don’t have to tell you what that’s like.” Lisa shook her head. “So he took my pan