Author: Jack Crawford Title: Maid To Order Summary: A PhD Candidate takes on an unusual job to pay for school! Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, spank, exhib <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010 Part I, The Job Interview All in all, it was a match made in heaven. Chrissy Mitchell had recently earned her B.A. in Psychology and was pursuing higher degrees, at least a Masters, but she had plans for a Ph.D., in Psychology. She had struggled with all manner of part time jobs to make ends meet for four years of undergraduate work and need something stable, that paid well, and preferably provided housing. Chrissy was a well balanced young lady, although slightly off kilter in her chosen field. She had what one professor termed "an unnatural proclivity" for studying the sexual implications of dominance and submission. Eric Martin was a successful business executive in his late 30's. He had a large home that he had acquired and appointed for the sole purpose of entertaining clients. Unmarried, he needed someone to maintain the home and to be available to hostess when he entertained. Eric had run through a number of maids and housekeepers through the usual agencies and had been frustrated with their working limitations and lousy dispositions. Eric, like Chrissy, also had an interest in dominance and submission, although he never spoke of it, or even experienced it for real. He did subscribe to almost every dominance, and especially spanking, periodical that was on the market. And, that was how Chrissy and Eric had met. Chrissy, frustrated with her prior work experiences, decided to place a classified ad in several of the spanking magazines she had used for her research. Her ad was simple: "Attractive 22 year old college coed, looking for kind and caring employer. Will cook, clean and run household in return for room, board and a modest wage. Vivacious personality will willingly accept chastisement as warranted. No fun and games or phone freaks ... I need a serious job and stable circumstances." She listed a P.O. Box and was surprised to receive 18 letters shortly after the ad first ran. She wasn't surprised that most of the responses were less than serious. Chrissy was touched by the one letter that seemed to be honest and heartfelt, the one from Eric Martin. Eric had been skeptical when he had read the ad. He never responded to classified ads, but he avidly read them. This time, the ad seemed to beckon him and he felt compelled to reply. It took several attempts before his response was adequately prepared and Eric had overcome the anxiety of actually responding. What the hell, he told himself. She probably won't even reply. He was stunned to receive a reply from Chrissy just a week after writing to her. She enclosed a photo and told him a little more about herself and asked that he do the same, and that he provide his phone number. Eric penned a reply the evening he received Chrissy's letter and was so impatient, he drove to the Post Office to drop off the letter. Several days later, Chrissy called and they chatted for nearly an hour on the phone, agreeing to meet at a restaurant nearby the next evening. Neither could believe how fortunate they were that they had apparently found an exciting match to what they were looking for and they both lived in the same city! Eric was impeccable in his grey pin-striped suit and Chrissy was stunning in a strapless green cocktail dress. "It's the only 'dressy' thing I own," she confided to Eric. They enjoyed a wonderful dinner as they got to know each other much better. Eric was nervous about broaching the subject of "chastisement" or even how to pursue the topic of her employment with him. Damn! he cursed to himself. I close million dollar deals every day and I can't deal with a college girl! Fortunately, Chrissy was simply too bubbly to let conventional limitations hold her back. "If I am supposed to maintain 'Martin Manor'," they both giggled over the appellation she had suddenly bestowed on his home, "Then maybe I should see what I'm getting in to. You said it's not far away. Would it be convenient to tour the 'Manor' now?" His confidence and charm returned after she broke the ice on the subject. "No. It would not be convenient," he told her, "until after we had dessert!" They finished dinner and Chrissy allowed Eric to drive her to his home. It was a short five minute drive filled with continued conversation, but the talk was laced with an expectant excitement. They entered the house through the garage and Eric gave her a quick tour of his five bedroom, four bath home that exceeded 5,000 square feet. "You live here all alone?" she asked incredulously. Indeed, she had seen no signs that anyone but Eric lived in the spacious home. "Yes," he laughed. "I have a large home just so I can entertain 'in the manner befitting my job position' as the President of our company would say." Eric steered Chrissy to the breakfast area of the large kitchen. "Can I get you a cup of coffee?" he offered. "I'll get it," she said. "Might as well get used to where everything is!" As she puttered around the kitchen, exploring the various cupboards and cabinets, she finally brought up the subject that had created all the tension. "I think we can get along very well, Eric," she said. "As long as we can work around most of my class schedule, and I don't see that as a problem, we only need to deal with the spanking part of my employment. After all, I can certainly make myself comfortable in this house and I can handle the other job responsibilities. You've also indicated a very fair wage, so the spanking part is all that is left!" Eric stammered and stuttered. "You certainly like to get things out in the open, Chrissy!" She smiled at him, noticing how red his face was. She thought that his embarrassment was cute, then she became concerned that she should have kept quiet. Sitting down at the table next to him, she leaned over and looked into his eyes deeply. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she apologized. "You seemed a little afraid to bring up the subject. You shouldn't be! I advertised in a spanking magazine and you read my ad in it, so we both have some mutual interest in the subject." "You don't understand," Eric muttered, looking away from Chrissy, then down at the floor. Chrissy scooted closer to him and took his hands in her own. "I think I do understand," she said to him in a soothing voice. "Let me guess. You're interested in spanking, but you never spanked a woman before. Right?" Eric flushed hotly, his secret so openly read by this engaging young woman. He nodded his agreement, mumbled, "Yeah, you got it," and generally avoided her gaze. "Don't feel bad about it," Chrissy encouraged him. "We wouldn't even be here talking if you and I didn't have the same feelings, the same desires, in spanking." With her fingers under his chin, she tilted his face to hers. She laughed at his pitiful look. "You look like you're about to be spanked, Eric, not me! Don't feel guilty about your feelings. You want to do this and the Lord knows I've been on pins and needles all night waiting for you to take charge and give me a good bottom warming!" It was Eric's turn to laugh. "And, I've been on those same pins and needles trying to find a way to bring up the subject. It's not something that I have any experience discussing ... you just don't normally make small talk like that. 'Say, have you had a good spanking lately?'" They both laughed. Chrissy stood up then sat on Eric's lap, her arms wrapped about his shoulders, hugging him warmly. "It's really simple," she said. "I am very comfortable with you, I like you, and I guess you could say I'm attracted to you. And, I hope you feel the same way." "I do, Chrissy," he agreed, daring to pat her bottom as it sat perched on his lap. Her taught behind felt delicious to his touch and he found himself imagining what it would be like to turn her over his lap and smack her sexy fanny. "Good! Then let me tell you how simple it really is." She smiled brightly at him and he felt more at ease. "You give me the spanking that you want to and as hard as you want. Just start a little easy and work up." Her face clouded over with a serious expression as she added, "And, I fully expect to end up having my BARE bottom spanked. If it gets to be more than I can handle or if you try to do something I'm not comfortable with, I'll say the word 'mercy' and you stop or lighten up or go on to something else. Okay?" "Sure," he agreed, his imagination in overdrive ever since Chrissy mentioned her BARE bottom. "Remember, I'm trusting you to do the right thing and that means respecting my request if I say 'mercy' and it means pushing me a little bit, too. It won't be a worthwhile spanking if you make it too light and easy." She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and stood up. "I need to visit the little girl's room. When I come out, you just take charge and we'll see how it goes. But, I'll warn you to ignore anything I say except 'mercy'. Okay?" Eric grinned, now fully at ease with the situation. "Okay!" he agreed. She left the kitchen and Eric was left alone with his thoughts. It's now or never, he told himself, but he was unsure how to start. For some reason, totally unknown to him, Eric left the kitchen and went into the large living room. There he started the gas fireplace and sat down on the sofa that faced the fireplace and waited for Chrissy to find him. After what seemed an hour, but was only a few minutes, Chrissy wandered into the living room. "There you are!" she exclaimed with a voice that was somewhat exasperated. Eric had left room for her to sit to his right on the sofa and she sat in the obviously cleared space. "Where else would I be?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. "You are late, again," he scolded her, "And I, for one, am tired of you constantly making me wait for you to make an entrance!" "I'm sorry," she said in a little girl's voice. "Not as sorry as you are going to be!" he bellowed, taking her arm and tipping her over his lap. Chrissy hadn't expected Eric to be quite so forceful and was startled by her suddenly spankable position over his lap. She felt him lift the hem of her cocktail dress, exposing her tiny green silk panties and the matching garter belt that suspended her smoky hose. SMACK! The first spank was a firm, but moderate spank to the summit of her right bottom cheek and was follow swiftly by an identical smack to her left cheek. They weren't painful, but Eric's earlier reticence to even discuss spanking had left Chrissy feeling like she would have to hold his hand through the entire process. Clearly, SMACK!! SPANK!! SLAP!! that wasn't going to be the case. As he spanked, Eric lectured Chrissy. "I'll teach you a lesson in respect and manners, young lady!" His palm spanked on, still moderately hard but firm. "This will be the last time you make me wait for you!" SLAP! SPANK! "Next time, if you're going to be late, you will call me!" He gave Chrissy a quick flurry of spanks and stopped. "Stand up!" he ordered, helping her to her feet. Chrissy stood facing Eric as he wagged a shaming finger at her. "Not only do I have to spank you like a little girl, but your nice new party dress is getting all wrinkled. Take it off this instant and set it neatly on the chair." "You pervert!" Chrissy squealed at him. "I will not take off my clothes in front of you just so you can get your cheap thrills!" "You'll do as you're told," he threatened, "Or I'll take my belt to your tushy until you do get that dress off, THEN your spanking will continue." He stared hard at her and Chrissy backed down, reached behind her and unclasped the dress. It slid down her body and she stepped out of the dark green material, laying it carefully on the leather side chair by the sofa. Pointing to her panties, Eric told her, "Take those off, too. They'll just be in the way." "NO!" she pouted. "Let me keep some dignity! I can't just parade around here almost naked!" Eric sighed and shook his head. "Never let it be said that I am an unreasonable man. I won't make you take off your panties," he said as he took her wrist and guided her back over his lap. "But, you may want to ask me later if it's alright to take them off." Eric grasped a handful of the shiny panties and pulled them up forcefully, wedging the dark green materially tightly into the crevice of her bottom. "Hey!" Chrissy yelped, but further complaints were stifled as Eric began to seriously warm her now effectively naked buns with his strong hand. He methodically spanked each exposed cheek and enjoyed the every changing color of her behind as it turned from a mild, dusty pink to a hot, bright red. He spanked hard and in silence for several minutes. Chrissy squirmed and complained over his lap, feeling her exposed flesh dance and jiggle with each slap. Now the spanks were becoming uncomfortable, the shock waves of pain colliding with each other so that individual spanks no longer stood out. It was a constant heat that Eric was building in the furnace of her little red caboose. "Please stop," Chrissy begged. "Please stop, and I'll take off these damn panties!" He ignored her begging and spanked her a little harder. "Please," she urged, "Let me take the panties off!" Finally, Eric broke his silence and asked her, "Are you really ready to remove your panties now so that we can finish your punishment, or do I need to keep on spanking?" "Let me up!" she shrieked, "I'll take them off!" Eric laughed and stopped spanking, this time making Chrissy get off his lap on her own. "I thought you'd see it my way, eventually!" he gloated. He watched as she worked to pry the fabric free from the tight confines of her bottom cheeks, pouting with the effort. "Might as well remove your bra as well," he suggested. "Why?" she demanded. "Because I said so!" was his answer. "Either take it off, or get back over my lap until you feel ready to take it off." Chrissy gave him a sour look, then unhooked the bra and her ripe breasts spilled free, bouncing with their liberty. Now she stood before him with only the dark green garter belt and dark smoky hose to partially cover her lithe frame. All of her charms were clearly visible to him and he inspected her with a critical eye. She has an incredible body! he thought to himself. God! She must really like the spanking scene, it looks like her crotch is dripping. Confirming his suspicions, Eric stood and retrieved her panties. They were soaking wet! "I think you enjoy this too much, Chrissy!" he teased, shaking her damp panties in her face. She blushed and looked away from the incriminating evidence. "Maybe we need to try something a little more severe to get our point across." Chrissy shivered involuntarily at the threat. Taking her arm, Eric guided Chrissy towards the fireplace and instructed her to place her hands down on the raised hearth. Her bottom was forced out in this position and it glowed in the light of the gas fire. "Spread your legs," he ordered and she complied almost instantly. Chrissy peeked over her shoulder as Eric slid his belt from the loops of his pants. She turned to face the fire and closed her eyes, both dreading and savoring the expectant bite of Eric's belt. Eric had doubled over the leather, and swung the belt down in a fierce arc, etching a white hot line across the fullest part of both cheeks. She screamed in surprise and pain, but held her place as a second white hot stripe was inflicted just below the first. As Chrissy writhed slightly from the pain, Eric used his free hand to reach between her thighs as he felt for the fountain that had soaked her panties. Chrissy pushed back eagerly against his probing fingers, which slid easily into the soft, lubricated folds between her legs. Eric toyed with her for a short while, then suddenly withdrew his hand. SSHHHHHHMAAACK! The belt whistled through the air and stung her already marked and painful bottom. Chrissy cried out in surprise and a second, then a third stroke found its mark, before Eric allowed his fingers to probe her sensitive area again. She pushed back harder, more eagerly seeking his hand and the relief it promised, but Eric allowed it to linger only a few seconds. Again, three quick and electrifying cuts with the belt caused Chrissy to cry out and to wiggle and stamp her feet, but "mercy" wasn't heard. This time Eric pushed two fingers into her hot, wet cleft as far as he could reach. Chrissy impaled herself eagerly onto his fingers and shuddered as a wave of pleasure released the last of the tensions in her body. She held her position for a few moments, then looked slyly over her shoulder. "If this is what it is going to be like to work around here," she announced, "when can I start?" Maid To Order Part II, Fun and Games Three months had passed since Chrissy Mitchell first went to work for Eric Martin. Eric, a successful business man with a large home and no wife to tend to it, had answered and classified ad in a spanking magazine almost out of desperation. Chrissy had been almost as desperate when she placed her ad. She needed a steady job and a place to live while she pursued post-graduate studies in Psychology. Since she had a keen interest in spanking (most of her work in Psychology revolved around the sexual aspects of control or dominance and submission) she placed an ad indicating her interests as well as need for a job. Chrissy and Eric got together after a brief period of correspondence and after encouraging Eric to give it a try ("it" being actually spanking Chrissy), their initial meeting resulted in a rousing success. Reticent at the start, Eric warmed to his new role as Chrissy's employer and disciplinarian. Before he had met her, Eric had never given anyone a spanking, though he fantasized about it often. Somewhat surprised, Chrissy and Eric both discovered the depths of his imagination and capabilities as a stern disciplinarian. And, so far, Eric had pleasantly pushed Chrissy's limits, limits that included not just how much spanking or pain Chrissy could tolerate, but other interesting twists as well. Both Eric and Chrissy had come to understand the dynamic tension that resulted from sudden and surprising discoveries. So far, Chrissy had not balked at anything Eric ordered, though she felt comfortable and certain that if she did not want to try something that Eric would not push her or force her. All she had to use was the magic word, "mercy" and Eric would relent or redirect his efforts. So far, "mercy" was not a word that was evident in Chrissy's vocabulary. She would sit in class and recall the spanking that Eric gave her in front of the open living room window one day. Eric had placed a chair so that he faced outward toward the front yard as he pulled her naked bottom into position for a spanking. Eric had deliberately raised the blinds and had chosen that particular time for her spanking with two objectives in mind. First, it was early morning and Chrissy would have to sit on a freshly spanked bottom throughout a morning session of Abnormal Psych, but the second reason was more devious. Eric knew that, at that early morning hour, several neighbors jogged by his home. Eric had lowered Chrissy's panties just as the first jogger came by. The jogger did a quick double take as he saw Chrissy's naked buttocks displayed, then lowered over Eric's lap. A second jogger was not far behind and she searched Eric's windows as she scooted by, noticing her predecessor's interest in the activity. The woman almost tripped over her own feet when she recognized fleshy female buttocks bouncing beneath Eric's palm. During the spanking, Eric pointed out the voyeurs to Chrissy who shuddered in humiliation the first time. She thought briefly of complaining about being on display, but something deep within held her emotions in check. There was something exhilarating about having her bottom smacked while others surrepticiously watched. Both joggers made a return trip by Eric's window, and both saw the spanking as it continued. The second time around, Chrissy discovered a sexual energy that coursed through her body causing her to rub her mound hard against Eric's leg, achieving a mind blowing orgasm as the female jogger and Chrissy locked eyes. There was a longing in the jogger's eyes that said to Chrissy, What I wouldn't give to be in your place! As Chrissy trembled from the orgasm, she thought the jogger was going to turn up the walk and knock on the door. Then there was the time that Chrissy had begged Eric to go with her to a local Adult book store to see if there were any interesting spanking items. Eric really did not want to go. He did not want to be seen in such a place, preferring to do his shopping for such items by mail. Chrissy would not relent and reluctantly Eric had given in to her whim. He fussed and fumed about it, wondering just who was in control of their relationship. But, in the end he had a good time at the store. The couple wandered about the large "dirty book" store as Chrissy kept referring to it, and Eric was amazed to see the variety of magazines, videos, greeting cards, clothing and toys. He was suddenly struck by a bolt of genius. "Okay, Chrissy," he told her, "Let's go see if we can find something that we can use on your naughty bottom!" "SHHH!" she whispered in a plaintive voice. "Not so loud." Eric grinned broadly, took her hand and escorted Chrissy to the front of the store where the extensive display cases had a number of fine looking weapons of punishment. "Excuse me, sir," Eric called out loudly to the man behind the counter. "Could you help us?" Eric gave Chrissy a sideways glance and noticed how she was starting to squirm and color. Suddenly this shopping trip didn't seem a good idea to Chrissy. She thought she noticed several men look in their direction and snicker. The man at the counter was the store owner, they discovered. "I have a problem," Eric confided to the man. "This little minx here," he shook Chrissy gently for emphasis, "is constantly misbehaving. I've spanked her good, but just don't seem to be getting through to her." "Eric!" squealed Chrissy nearly hysteric from embarassment. Eric, however, continued totally oblivious to her plea. "I need something that will really get my point across, but I don't want to be too cruel, either" Eric was enjoying Chrissy's discomfort and he suspected that Chrissy was secretly, and deliriously, happy with her predicament. Suddenly spinning Chrissy around, Eric gave her two sharp swats on her bottom which was tightly encased in blue jeans. "She has ample padding as you can see!" Chrissy almost melted into the floor as she noticed several other patrons watching the show that she was reluctantly putting on. This time she heard the snickering very clearly. She was mortified! For several minutes, Eric and the store owner inspected several implements, swishing them through the air or striking their palms as Chrissy continued to blush with great agitation. They discussed the effectiveness of various items as if she weren't even there. One other guy who had been watching the scene had even come up and offered his opinion about a certain leather paddle. Chrissy thought she would die of embarassment ... until Eric leaned forward, lowered his voice and said to the store owner, "I hate to buy something that I am not certain is going to be really effective. Do you have someplace where I can take a couple of items and try them out before I purchase them?" The owner was reluctant, but a crisp new $100 bill to rent a back office was all it took to convince him. The two men selected a leather paddle with a wide oval spanking surface, and another that was only 2 inches wide, but had some solid reinforcement down the middle stitched between two sturdy pieces of leather. Eric also took a mean looking black leather riding crop with him. "Here, Chrissy," he said, handing the three items to her. "You carry these so that everybody in the store will know they are for you." Eric led Chrissy back to the manager's office at the back of the store. He opened the door and let Chrissy enter first before turning to the other patrons in the book store and announced, "Don't mind us, we're just doing a little comparison shopping!" She had thought she had been embarrassed before, but Chrissy wanted to melt into the floor now. She scurried into the office to avoid the stares of the men who she could keenly feel appraising her bottom. As Eric closed the door, Chrissy heard one guy holler encouragement. "Give her a good one!" Eric smiled as he turned to face Chrissy. She was humbled beyond discription! Eric reminded her that it wasn't his idea to go shopping here. Chrissy wanted to complain and throw a tantrum, but found she could hardly do a thing ... except to lower her jeans and panties and bend over the desk. "I'll warm you up with the big oval paddle," announced Eric as he rubbed it lightly over her waiting bottom. "It doesn't feel sturdy enough to really hurt, but I'll bet it makes a hell of a sound!" His arm swept back then brought the oval paddle crashing against her naked backside. CRACK!! The sound thundered in the small office, and apparently out into the store as a cheer erupted from the other side of the door. "This is horrible, Eric!" complained Chrissy. CRACK!! CRACK!! She held her position, shuddering at the loud, awful noise the paddle made in the small room, but beginning to enjoy the soft warm stinging the paddle imparted. Eric, she knew, was striking her hard, but the paddle was so supple it made more noise than anything else. But, as she started to get into the rhythm and flow of the large paddle, Eric change weapons. "You seem sufficiently warmed up, dear," he teased. "Let's see if a few with this beast will get your attention!" He took up the long leather paddle with the thin strip of reinforcing metal. SNAP!! POP!! The sound was not so resonant as the oval paddle, but it was much sharper. Sharper not only to the ear, buy sharper in sensation to the naked bottom of Miss Mitchell. Chrissy held her tongue as Eric gave her six good swats with the "beast" as he had called it, but it caused her to dance a little as she lay over the desk. "I like this!" exclaimed Eric, "What do you think, Chrissy?" "It hurts more like your belt," she observed, "but I suspect you have greater accuracy with it and if you really swing hard it probably hurts more than your belt, too." "Exactly my thoughts," agreed Eric as he set it down and retrieved the riding crop. "Get ready for something new," he warned. The crop had a large spanking slapper of folded leather at its end, but the leather encased fiberglass rod made a terrifyingly shrill whistling sound as it sliced through the air just prior to the percussive WHACK! of the slapper. Chrissy jumped at the impact and Eric gave her another jolt with the slapping end of the crop. He smiled broadly as he realized just how he could use this implement. "I can select the sensitive little areas the other paddles missed," he told Chrissy as he used his wrist to flick the end of the crop at certain targets. "I'll bet it's particularly effective here!" He punctuated his sentence by striking the tender inner part of Chrissy's left ass cheek, just above the thigh. The other paddles could not reach that spot, and Chrissy's reaction told him it had been effective. Eric gave her three more smarting spanks with the crop, before teasing her womanly cleft with the leather tip. Chrissy wiggle her hips in encouragement, but Eric said, "No, no, Chrissy. This was your idea and I went along. Maybe you can have something nice later." Her ran his hand over her bared, and splotchy bottom cheeks. "Right now," he told her, "you need to find some way to convince me not to open the office door and let everyone in the store inspect your ass so I can tell which item to buy." Chrissy needed no additional encouragement. Without even pulling up her jeans, she turned and knelt before Eric. As she unzipped his fly to find his pulsating organ, she said, "Get all the toys!. They are all fun in their own way and I'm sure we'll need them." She quit speaking. A good girl, Chrissy had listened and paid attention to her mother when she was told it was impolite to talk with your mouth full. Maid To Order Part III, A Client Comes To Dinner Eric Martin and Chrissy Mitchell enjoyed a wonderfully symbiotic relationship. Eric was a successful business man in his late 30's who needed housekeeping help, but also had an interest in spanking women. Chrissy was a 22 year old graduate student in Psychology who also had an interest in being spanked, but needed a steady job and a place to live. Through a classified ad in a spanking magazine, the two had gotten together and over the course of several months had developed a wonderful relationship. Chrissy attended school, kept the home clean, prepared most meals and did the shopping. In return, she had her own room in Eric's spacious home, a home more luxurious than she had ever known, and received a salary that was far greater than she could ever hope to earn in any of a variety of jobs for which she was qualified. There was one other quid pro quo. Eric spanked, Chrissy was spanked, and they both liked it that way. They experimented, or rather Eric experimented, but Chrissy had the luxury of veto power over anything that Eric dreamed up. But, in four months, Chrissy had never exercised her right to stop Eric. Sometimes she was reluctant to go down a path that Eric chose, but she always tried it. Somehow, Eric seemed to have a sixth sense about what Chrissy wanted and even though they tried something she initially doubted, Chrissy always came back begging for more. She trusted Eric and his decisions, even when he spanked her in the adult book store. Boy, was she hot after that one! If it was new or different, or a little scary, Chrissy came to understand she was into it. The unknown or the excitement of discovery was a powerful stimulant for her. Not everything in their existence was stimulating, however. There were those drudgery cocktail parties or, worse still, dinner parties, that Eric hosted as part of his job. Entertaining was important, and Chrissy understood that. But acting as the maid or waitress or serving girl was a little demeaning to Chrissy. Even so, she realized that if that was the worst thing that ever happened, she was a very lucky lady to have fallen into her current circumstances. Therefore, it was without great excitement, but with resignation that her job needed to be done, that she prepared a meal for Eric and a guest. Eric's guest was a Mr. Thomas who Eric had told Chrissy was on the verge of placing the largest order, both in immediately shipped units as well as future orders, that Eric's company had ever secured. The order was even bigger than any of the government contracts Eric's company had. If the deal closed, Eric would personally receive a $650,000 bonus, a significant sum even to a man as successful as Eric. Chrissy had prepared a meal that was supposedly Mr. Thomas' favorite, roast beef, yorkshire pudding and New England steamed vegetables. She had also made a Boston Cream Pie for dessert. She served the two men drinks before dinner, then dinner and she was able to overhear Eric as he pressed Mr. Thomas to close the sale. Chrissy could tell that Eric only had to produce the contract and a pen, and the deal was done. She felt a little awkward as she served dessert and poured coffee. Mr. Thomas had been unable to take his eyes off Chrissy anytime she entered the dining room. She had not dressed provocatively, rather she had on a starchy black and white maid's uniform that had a high bust line and a hem line that stopped slightly below the knees. She was wearing a matching lingerie set beneath the uniform, a tiny wisp of an outfit that was not visible. Chrissy harbored hopes that Eric might want to celebrate the evening's success later and she was prepared to be as pleasing as possible! An unfortunate accident occurred, however. It happened so fast that she did not realize that it had been Eric's hand that had inadvertently caused Chrissy to pour hot coffee onto Mr. Thomas' lap. Mr. Thomas, a distinguished gentleman about 60 years of age, shot up out of his seat sending coffee flying everywhere and did the only thing possible to remove the hot coffee from his skin. He peeled down his trousers and stood sputtering and fuming in anger with his pants at half mast. Chrissy and Eric could not apologize enough and it took a considerable effort to calm down Mr. Thomas. Eric loaned him a dressing gown as Chrissy set to work cleaning the coffee from his trousers, then drying them. Retiring to the library for a Cognac to settle their nerves, Eric made one observation to Mr. Thomas, "Thank goodness you had the presence of mind to remove your pants. You avoided being scalded!" Handing the brandy snifter to Mr. Thomas, Eric added, "I don't think I would have reacted nearly so fast." "Well, no real harm done, Martin," said Mr. Thomas who always referred to Eric by his last name. "But that young lady working for you should learn some manners!" "Quite right," agreed Eric, adding the tired cliché', "Good help is hard to find." Mr. Thomas then got up on his soap box and began to lecture about one of his pet peeves. "No, Martin, you're wrong. Good help is all over the place. We just need to train them properly!" Mr. Thomas took an appreciative sip of the expensive Cognac and noted his compliments before continuing. "What we lack today, is the will to train our employees. We have no back bone! Why, I can recall my father having to have frequent discussions with many of the many of the maids that worked in our home. And, believe you me, they didn't forget those discussions!" "I don't understand," lied Eric, knowing full well where Mr. Thomas was going. If known for nothing else, Eric had a justifiable reputation for the prodigious homework he did on all of his potential clients. "My father's discussions," continued the blustery Mr. Thomas, "were always held when the wench was in a bare bottom position over his lap while he marked his words with a hairbrush or razor strop!" "He spanked the maids?" prompted Eric. "Quite thoroughly, I assure you!" Eric nodded his head sagely agreeing with today's sad state of affairs. "You are quite right, of course, Mr. Thomas. If we used more forceful methods with our help, at home and at work, America wouldn't be in the competitive disadvantage it is today." They both nodded in agreement as Eric continued, "Forceful, but not cruel." "Oh, never cruel," agreed Mr. Thomas. Eric leaned near the older man and gave him his most sincere look. "Mr. Thomas," he said as if addressing a favorite college professor, "I know you've been through an awful lot tonight, but do you suppose I could ask you ...." Eric trailed off the sentence, then added, "No, no. Forget it. It would be asking too much." "Don't be an ass, Martin," scolded the older man. "If you want something, show a little gumption and spit it out!" "Very well, sir," sighed Eric. "Chrissy has been a little careless lately and spilling coffee on you was unforgivable! I'm either going to have to let her go or encourage her to change her ways. Could I possibly impose on you and ask you to hold one of those 'discussions' with her like your father used to? It would mean an awful lot to me!" Mr. Thomas settled back in his chair, considering the proposal and waited as if weighing the pros and cons of the request. Eric could tell from the sparkle in the old man's eyes that he had hit the right nerve and there was no doubt that Mr. Thomas could not wait to get Chrissy's sexy body over his knee. Eric had noticed the old man's lewd appraisals as Chrissy waltzed around the dining room. "Very well, Martin!" the delighted gentleman exclaimed. "It's time we got America back on track and it's going to start tonight! It may be too little, too late, but no one will be able to say that Delos Parsons Thomas III didn't try to do his share!" He pounded his fist on the end table, then suddenly lowered his voice and asked Eric, "But, son, you know how things are these days. I can't afford to have the little lady accuse me of assault or rape or other such nonsense." Eric smiled reassuringly at Mr. Thomas. "Don't worry, sir. The girl is an illegal alien from, get this, Greenland. Her parents died and she stowed away on a freighter. I took her on as a project. She knows nothing of our liberal laws, and if she complains I'll ship her butt back to Greenland where she'll be penniless and without family. And, she knows it. No, sir. She won't be a problem!" "Good!" beamed Mr. Thomas, but his delight paled in comparison to the inner pleasure Eric felt at having so suddenly created a story that Mr. Thomas could believe. Eric excused himself to fetch Chrissy. And, feeling extra sly, Eric gave Chrissy no warning whatsoever of what was to happen. When Chrissy and Eric returned to the library, Mr. Thomas was standing with his back to the door, facing the fireplace and sipping thoughtfully at his Cognac. "Mr. Thomas," Eric said, propelling Chrissy towards his guest, "I believe Chrissy has something to say to you." Mr. Thomas turned to face the young woman who picked up her cue immediately. "Uh .. yes, sir," she stammered, "I want to apologize for spilling the coffee on you. I don't know how it happened, but you can't know how relieved I am that you were not injured. Your trousers will be fine, they are drying now." The older man set down the brandy snifter, clasped his hands behind his back, then, rocking back on his heels, he lectured Chrissy. "I, miss, do know what happened. Your attention slacked and the coffee burned me! I, too, am relieved that there was no permanent injury, but your apology is not sufficient." Chrissy looked nervously at Eric, then back to Mr. Thomas. "What do you mean, Mr. Thomas?" she asked. "What I mean, young lady, is that I will not be satisfied with your apology until I am convinced that you will be more attentive to your duties in the future!" Mr. Thomas pointed at Eric and continued, "Young Martin, here, has indicated that your work habits have slipped lately, apparently from your own lack of attention to what your are doing!" Chrissy gave Eric a quick glance then returned her gaze to Mr. Thomas. The incensed man continued, "And while no serious injury happened, this time, it could have. What you need, young lady, and what many other Americans need is a good spanking! And, I intend to give that to you right now!" "You will not!" Chrissy insisted as she stamped her right foot. Again, she looked to Eric. Eric raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to one side and told Chrissy in a soft, yet authoritative voice, "Think again, Chrissy. You will submit to a spanking from Mr. Thomas. You've earned one and we all know it. Do you understand?" Head bowed, her frame literally shaking with apprehension, Chrissy swallowed her misgivings and muttered, "Yes, sir." "Excellent, young lady!" crowed Mr. Thomas. "The first, and most important, step to penance, is knowing that you deserve to be punished!" Now turning to Eric, he said, "Martin, I shall need a sturdy chair placed right in front of the fireplace. We'll see if we can't make this young girl's saucy bottom as toasty hot as the fire itself!" Warming to his task, Mr. Thomas directed his next comments to Chrissy as Eric retrieved a dining room chair. "Young lady, you will find me an instrument that is suitable to punish you with. I'd prefer a solid wooden hairbrush." When Chrissy didn't move, he shooed her away. "Go! Make a good choice and don't make me wait!" Chrissy discovered the motivation to leave and was uncertain just what she should bring back for Mr. Thomas to use on her butt. Damn that Eric! She said to herself, he could have warned me! But, deep down, she knew that the thrill was much more acute due to the unexpected nature of the moment. She hurried to comply, fetching an antique ebony hairbrush that Eric had given her. It had never brushed her hair, but it had brushed her bottom on a couple of occasions. She scurried into the library and noticed the straight back dining room chair place near the fire place in the cozy, but very male room. Eric was seated on a sofa and would have a good view of the proceedings. As she entered the room, Mr. Thomas nodded agreeably when he saw the brush in her hand. He sat down in the chair and beckoned Chrissy to him. Chrissy decided to play the game to the hilt. She stood in front of Mr. Thomas and curtsied as she handed him the heavy hairbrush. "I am ever so sorry, sir, that my actions have injured you and may have caused some stress between you and Mr. Martin." "Over you go, lass," was all the lecherous old man said, as he guided her over his lap. Looking up over her shoulder, she pleaded, her eyes seemingly full of tears already, "Oh, please, sir. I've not been spanked since I was a little girl. Please be gentle!" "I'll be kind!" Mr. Thomas declared as he spanked her still covered bottom with his hand, "but not gentle! I'll warm you up a bit, before you will be truly punished." He then bent to his task and forcefully spanked Chrissy over her dress. She was grateful that she would be getting some warm up, but fearful that she had no idea how far this man would go. The hand spanking stopped and she was told to lift her hips. She felt her the hem of her dress sliding higher and higher up her thighs until her full bottom was plainly visible. Chrissy could no bear to look back at her antagonist, now that the cool air kissed the bare portions of her thighs and bottom. She did, however, sneak a peak at Eric, who was grinning slyly at her predicament. The hand spanking resumed over her panties, for whatever little protection they offered. She was grateful that the old man had left them up saving her some modesty. During the spanking, Mr. Thomas lectured her about her behavior and responsibilities, almost to the point that she was ready to ask him to take the hairbrush and use it if he would just shut up. She didn't have to, though, as Mr. Thomas had deemed it time to seriously spank her offered backside. Her grasped the handle of the hairbrush and asked Chrissy, "Young lady, do you understand why I must spank you?" "Yes, sir, but please be easy on me!" she pleaded, "You've already made my bum so sore!" "Not sore enough!" he corrected. "And since you know why you are being punished, I'll not have to waste my breath anymore. I can save it for THIS!" So saying, he lifted the hairbrush high overhead then smacked her right cheek with a severe force that caused Chrissy to gasp. Then a second, a third, and a fourth spank that encouraged Chrissy to kick her feet and twist on his lap. "Excuse me, Mr. Thomas," interrupted Eric. Old Thomas looked up, annoyed at having been interrupted, but his annoyance changed to a boyish glee at Eric's suggestion. "I believe our Miss Chrissy would learn a more effective lesson, if you lowered her panties and spanked her bare bottom." "NO!" complained Chrissy as her spanker took hold of the waistband of her panties and dragged them down to her knees. SPANK!! The dreaded hairbrush kissed Chrissy's naked bottom with a renewed vigor. Subsequent spanks only added more fuel to the fire. Mr. Thomas had to hold Chrissy tight about her waist to keep her in place as he delivered spank after spank to alternating cheeks. Eric discovered how exciting it was to simply watch the spanking and not have to be concerned about what to do next. He also discovered how beautiful Chrissy was when her face was all screwed up in pain and begging to be let up. He could also see the subtle transformation in her face from pain to pleasure as her bucking over the old man's lap changed from an attitude "get away from the spanking" to one of "grind the crotch into the leg for relief." Chrissy recognized the changes as well, but the spanking stopped too soon for her to achieve release. "Young lady, stand up and go over to that corner and place your nose in it right now!" she was ordered. Chrissy scurried to comply, holding up her skirt so that her punished bottom was on display, though desperately wishing she could touch herself and relieve the tension. "Hands at your side," Mr. Thomas barked as if reading her mind. "You'll stay there until Martin and I have conclude out deal!" "Thank you, sir," exclaimed Eric, shaking Mr. Thomas' hand. "Don't be a ninny, boy," snorted Mr. Thomas, "We were going to do the deal despite the coffee incident. Personal problems do not interfere with business judgment!" "What I meant, Mr. Thomas," explained Eric, "Is that I now know how to spank the young lady if she acts up again." "It's not 'if', Martin," corrected Mr. Thomas, "It's 'when'! Now get a pen, I've got to get home to my wife before she goes to bed!" "Yes, Sir!"