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!"