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You can bet I kept my nose clean for a long time after the hairbrush episode. My butt stayed sore for days. If I had any doubt Audrey Knight ran the place with an iron hand…that doubt disappeared over the next few months. There was a goodly amount of corporal punishment at Knight Manor. Even the hoity-toity chef…who had his own cabin by the swimming pool was not immune. It was late one night and Guadalupe knocked on my door and told me to hurry down to the pool. Once I joined the rest of the hired staff, Ms. Knight and her husband, Stefan. He rarely came out of their suite, and whenever he did, everyone observed him with a hushed respect, somewhat dazed by the air of mystery surrounding him.
I could see the chef was bent over bare bottomed and Ms. Knight was holding a thick wooden paddle and spanking his jiggling buttocks…while lecturing everyone on the merits of following her orders. The one person that really seemed to be affected most was Stefan. A few nights later I found out why.
Well, of course it was just a matter of time before it was my turn again. When I screwed up this time I screwed up royally. Ms. Knight and her husband’s room were isolated from ours on the north wing. It gave her and Stefan privacy.
I had a huge crush on Audrey Knight and Guadalupe told me that most of the time Ms. Knight went nude on her corridor. I just had to see for myself so late one night I snuck down her hallway and was pleased to see her door was slightly ajar. I found out something about Audrey and Stefan no one else knew or would know during my time at Knight Manor.
In the room Stefan had taken Ms. Knight over his knee and was spanking her on her glorious and shapely bottom. She was kicking and writhing under the assault of his palm. Her beautiful bottom was red and her nude body moved up and down, up and down. In fact…I don’t think she was in pain at all. Both were nude and I could tell this was not on the same level as the true discipline she gave to employees…
This was married lovers in sexual foreplay. I became erect watching, but didn’t know what to do. She began to take his penis in her mouth and I knew I needed to make an exit, but I was mesmerized. I watched the scene slowly unfold before me, unable to leave until the two lovers collapsed into each others’ arms, spent.
The next morning Guadalupe quickly told me, “Report to Ms. Knight’s office at noon.” The appointed zero hour took forever. There she was. I knew what this was all about. Had someone told her or did she know I was there all the time? She said, “You know what this is about, don’t you young man?”
The shame! “Yes, Ma’am”.
She then smiled and asked me if I had ever masturbated while thinking about her.
I blushed. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“That is OK, but my privacy is important. No one must ever know that anyone would ever lay a hand on MY bottom. Understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You know that you have earned yourself a trip to the Woodshed. Take all of your clothes off at once and prepare to march in full view for all to see what happens when there is a major offense at Knight Manor.”
I did as I was told and undressed completely and watched her pull a devastating looking black leather strap of about 18 inches with a handle shaped to fit her small hand. Once completely naked, I stood facing her and she told me to march. Down the stairs we went and out the back door to the Woodshed. I passed Gaudalupe and the chef and then most of the hired hands as we went toward my punishment. This was an embarrassing moment; especially around Guadalupe, who I was beginning to fall in love with. Ms. Knight knew how to make the walk to the Woodshed seem like it was a million miles long. I could see the strap dangling in her hand.
“Get up here!” she indicated that I should kneel on the lower bale and put my body over the edge. I complied. She pulled the horrible implement back and uncorked a vicious shot. It landed smack across the lower part of my butt. “Yiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! Oh!, Oh!”. I fell off the hay and laid there…writhing and screaming. I had never felt anything like it.
“Get your ass back up,” she seethed.
“Don’t you dare get yourself out of position. Don’t you dare! Do you hear me? When I am whipping that ass of yours, you will stay in position. Is that clear? If I have to waste my time restraining you your ass will bleed.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, scrambling back over the hay.
She pulled the strap back and delivered another devastating cut. It lashed my poor bottom just above the other stroke. Then a third.
“Nnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh! Ms. Knight! Oh God!. Please! I can’t handle this.”
Her voice, normally warm and welcoming, was cold, quiet and steely, “You have no choice.” Another lash.
My screams surely must have filled the property, but the heavy, well tanned leather whipping down on my raw bottom was all I could hear. There was a swish and then searing heat. She then worked the area between my lower buttocks and thighs. Lash after lash, I did my best to stay in position as she again warned additional strokes would come if I didn’t. Down it came, time after time. At long last it was over and I lay there in tears, trying to catch my breath between sobs.
Walking back from the Woodshed was almost as bad as going there, except for being able to watch Audrey Knight’s bottom bounce to the rhythm of her pace. Of course that is what got me in this mess to begin with. I stumbled along with my eyes filled with tears knowing that all eyes were on my glowing, abused bottom.
Once back in her office in the north wing I stood in front of her and apologized for what I had done. She said it is forgotten as I had received a proper punishment for my misdeed. Then she began to disrobe in front of me with a wicked smile on her face. “I am off to the shower…dress and get back to work young man.”
All is well that ends well I guess. I still work for Audrey Knight 8 years later. Over those years I have had my share of spankings from Ms. Knight and that continues today. We are all subject to her discipline, but as she said in the beginning…it works. I remember when I first met her and she told me I needed guidance and discipline. She was right. If not for Audrey I might still be waiting tables.
Dear All,
It’s been a few weeks since we’ve shared some stories, and I wanted to share this very special story written by Tommy Marino & Giselle L’Amour, the newest members of the Spanking360 family andhope you enjoy this story in the meantime.
Punctuality
Punctuality is a most important step towards good work ethic. Certainly coming in a few minutes late, after making a phone call informing of the late arrival, can be excusable from time to time. However, if you stroll into work hours after you are scheduled to arrive, then you have a problem that needs to be dealt with strictly and firmly.
This was the case for Giselle, secretary for Mr. Tommy Marino, CEO for That Big Company. Since being hired, Giselle has made sure to be dressed up to par for her work environment. The problem with that was she took her very sweet time getting ready. Today she took it too far. When Giselle walked into work, 1:35 p.m., she was greeted at her desk by a little note, folded up. On the front of the note it said, “Roses are red…” This immediately gave Giselle goosebumps all up and down her back. She figured her sharp and attractive dressing has finally began to make an impact on her boss, who she thought was a mighty fine looking man. Like a giddy young schoolgirl, she was excited to unfold her note. “…and so will be your bottom! Get in my office now!” Giselle gasped! She was completely shocked! Could Mr. Marino be serious? Looking up at the clock helped convince Giselle that Mr. Marino’s threat is well deserved.
*Knock Knock Knock*
“Come in.”
“Mr. Marino, I am so sor…” Giselle was cut of. “Giselle you look stunning, however, 4 hours and 35 minutes was not worth the wait. Have a seat, Giselle.” Mr. Marino stern voice pulled he forward. She sat down, butterflies tickling her tummy. “Giselle, we both know you wear those high heels and tight skirts to draw my attention, and believe me you draw a perfect picture. This does not mean that you get to take as much time as you see fit to get ready to come in. I had to work through my lunch time to stay caught up on the morning’s work. Without you here, I was barely able to keep on schedule. You are an important asset to this company and you must be on time everyday to get what you need done, done. Instead of firing you, I feel you will better learn from some discipline. I would give you an option but since you gave me no option this morning, I feel it is just to give you none.”
Mr. Marino’s stern voice gave Giselle more chills, but these chills didn’t feel as sexy as the first. “Mr. Marino, please, I am really sorry. It will never happen again.” Giselle tried to plead with Mr. Marino, tugging on the bottom of her short skirt. “Giselle, this is for you own good. I would rather you work standing up than not working at all, as I’m sure you would. Stand up and take your chair to the middle of the room.”
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