New Maid

Literotic asexstories – New Maid by maitrecul,maitrecul
I decided to hire a new maid. My old cleaning lady had retired and I had been without a house cleaner for a few months. I don’t mind housework like some other people, but I can afford the luxury of having a maid. I decided that this time, however, there would be some other requirements. I would be strict, quite severe actually, with the new maid, who must be young and attractive and a definite sub.

I spent some time selecting the perfect maid, with lengthy interviews and visual examination. I wanted to make sure that she be someone I could totally dominate, including punishing when appropriate. Finally, I selected Kaleigh, a twenty something single young lady. She was attractive, but not beautiful, and had a full figure and a nice, round bottom. She lived alone and did not have immediate family nearby. She was not currently dating anyone and was completely available. I decided to employ her full time although I really didn’t need that much cleaning. I explained what was required and that I was strict about her comportment.

I selected a maid costume for Kaleigh, black and white, with a short skirt, low cut to show off her décolletage, and ruffled panties which would peek out when she bent over. She was also given a cap which kept her hair in place while she was working.

Kaleigh reported to work on her first day and I showed her the house which is three bedrooms and two bathrooms. One of the bedrooms has been converted to my study. She was very attentive as I explained the cleaning products I expected her to use as well as the different places she was required to clean fully. I saw her gaze at the umbrella stand in the study which was filled with different canes. She didn’t say anything, however.

The first week of work, I would inspect Kaleigh’s work at the end of the day with her standing behind me while I viewed it. I would point out where she had missed something or done it incorrectly, but I didn’t say anything more.

During the second week, however, I decided to get more severe in my criticism. There was a corner which had dust, and I also caught her sitting down leafing through a magazine when she was supposed to be working. I had her stand facing the corner of the room with her arms behind her, gripping the elbows, which is the correct punishment pose. After 15 minutes, I let her resume her work. It only took a few days, however, when I discovered her lounging again.

This time I sat on a chair and beaconed for her to lie across my knees. She had a confused look on her face, but she lay face down across my knees. Her toes touched the ground and her hands touched the floor in front. I lifted her skirt, although I left her panties in place, and applied several sharp slaps to her rear. I then bid her to stand and face the corner again with her arms behind gripping her elbows. After about 10 minutes, I called her over. I told her to go to the umbrella stand and retrieve one of the canes.

She returned with the cane. She had a frightened look on her face. I took the cane from her and sliced the air with it making that frightful sound that proceeds a good caning.

“This is how I punish naughty maids,” I told her. “Next time you displease me, you will receive 10 strokes on your bottom. Do you understand?”

“Yes master,” she replied.

For the next several days, Kaleigh worked hard and her work was exemplary. I was anxious to find fault with her so that I could cane her virgin bottom, but I was unable to find anything that would give me cause to do so.

It wasn’t long, however, before Kaleigh became careless. I found that the tub in my bathroom had a ring around it. I called Kaleigh into the bathroom and had her kneel in front of the tub. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face next to the ring.

“What’s this?” I demanded.

“I’m sorry, master. I will clean it immediately,” Kaleigh said. The fear in her voice was palpable.

“Yes you will, but do you think you should be punished first, or afterwards?” I asked.

“Please sir, don’t cane me!” she cried.

“You insolent bitch! How dare you tell me what to do!”

I pulled off her cap and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the room. I ordered her to go select a cane and return. She started to move slowly towards the door. I informed her that she better be quick because I was counting and she would be rewarded extra strokes if she was lollygagging.

Kaleigh returned promptly with a cane. It was a thin one with a curved handle. I’m sure Kaleigh thought that a thin cane would be less painful, but in my experience, the thin ones were capable of leaving wonderful stripes on a pert bottom.

I instructed Kaleigh to remove her clothes. She was already crying and her tears just inflamed my passions and anger more. She began unbuttoning her uniform slowly until I reminded her I was counting. She then quickly finished unbuttoning the dress and laid it upon the bed. She stood before me in her bloomers and bra. I told her to take them off and stand before me. I admired her well-formed breasts and her pubic triangle. I reached out and grabbed her pubic hair.

“This will need to be shaved and waxed,” I told her. “I want you well groomed.”

“Yes, master,” she replied meekly.

“Over my knee then,” I ordered her.

Kaleigh seemed confused since she believed I was going to cane her. What she didn’t know is that I intended to redden her bottom first and then add some stripes to it with the cane. I began rhythmically slapping first one cheek and then the other. I increased the pace and the intensity. Kaleigh was crying freely and openly complaining, “Ow!” with every slap.

After her bottom was cherry red, the color I like the best, I ordered her to bend over the bed onto her elbows. It finally dawned on her that her punishment was not over; in fact, it was just about to begin. I ordered her to spread her legs and stick her bum out. I slashed the cane through the air a few times and heard Kaleigh take a sharp intake of breath. I ran my hand over her ass and felt its warmth from the spanking. It was plump and perfectly shaped for a good beating. I ran my fingers between her legs and checked her crack. As I suspected, she was quite wet.

“So you’re enjoying this, are you?” I asked. “Let’s see if I can make you regret your behavior.”

I slashed the cane through the air a couple of more times and then tapped it across her ass. Her cheeks clenched as she anticipate the first strike. I suddenly brought the cane down across her ass in a savage blow. She screamed out and a red welt appeared across her ass.

“Be quiet!” I ordered. “Do I have to gag you?”

“No master, I’ll be quiet,” she responded.

I tapped her ass with the cane again and then brought down the second stroke. It again produced a lovely welt just below the first one. Kaleigh gasped and continued crying, but she didn’t scream as before. I continued with her punishment until we reached 10 strokes. Her ass was now a mess of welts and redness.

“Do you need more for your tardiness, or is this enough?” I asked.

“Please master, no more; that’s enough,” she pleaded.

“You insolent girl,” I exclaimed. “You will receive two more to help remind you to retrieve the cane and strip promptly when ordered to do so. Do you agree?”

“Yes master,” she said, resignedly. “Please give me two more strokes.”

“Good girl,” I told her. I added two hard strokes. Her bottom was now crisscrossed with welts from the cane. I had her stand in the corner with her arms behind her back holding her elbows while I admired my handiwork. From her response to the caning and her resignation at the end, I knew this was going to be a wonderful working relationship.