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One beautifully put together woman in particular, Audrey Knight, always showed up in red riding jacket and white riding pants. She seemed to keep her riding crop close by…which seemed odd to me, but I would soon find out her reasons. She and her group of ladies would spend 3-4 hours in the dining room once a week. All in their 30’s to 40’s. All attractive and all rich and spoiled, but Miss Knight was just plain sexy.

On that Sunday a couple of years ago my life changed and I owe the direction I now have in my life to Miss Knight. On that day her party had dissipated, except for her and two of her friends.

The night was still young, and Audrey was still buzzing with energy from having helped to host another successful fundraiser for a local charity. The music was mellow and the lights dim; Audrey had been endlessly sipping on red wine which seemed to make her face glow with intensity as she focused her attention on me.

“Tell me, young man,” she said. “How long have you been doing this?” Feeling small, trapped and fascinated, I answered that I’d been a bus boy for about 6 to 7 months. I was sure she knew the answer, and I found myself answering anyway, unable to extract myself from my shameful position. She asked, “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes Ma’am…you are Mrs. Knight.”

“Quite correct. Tell me, young man, why are you busing tables when you could do so much more?” She paused, filling the air with pregnant silence as blood began to rise in my face. I couldn’t meet her eyes, knowing I was guiltily blushing, but I didn’t yet know why.

“You are young, healthy and seem to be a smart fellow. Why on earth are you wasting your time here? Do you not have drive and discipline in your life?”

I began to explain that jobs are not easy to come by, and she silenced me with a nonchalant wave of the hand.

“You bore me with your excuses, young man. Where are your manners?”

She leaned into me quickly, reading my name tag. My heart immediately fell… No one wanted to know my name except so that they could complain to the manager.

“Well Steve… I think you have potential. Would you not rather learn drive, discipline and be paid well for your devoted services?”

This was one of those questions I found myself unable to say no too, although the hair on the back of my neck instantly rose to attention.

“How would you like to work for me? We own a ranch outside of town.” I asked her what I would do on the ranch.

“A little bit of this and a little bit of that,” she answered. “You’d be expected to be my general assistant. You would help the foreman in the stables.”

She then looked directly in my eyes and said, “I also call my stables the woodshed.” I noticed a giggle from one of her friends. “You might also mow the lawn. Help in the kitchen from time to time. If there is a dinner party for my friends you may serve. Clean the table. Help the maid. In general make yourself useful…more or less at my disposal.”

Stammering, I asked, “What….what would something like that pay?”

“Ah hah! I wondered how long that would take. Three times what you make here. You would live at my place. Corner room, third floor of the main house — you’ll have a private bathroom and kitchen privileges.”

So it came to pass that I would work for Audrey Knight. Upon arriving I was shown to my room by Guadalupe…a dark haired Latin beauty who was the maid. I then reported to Ms. Knight for beginning instructions. She was pleasant, but firm. “You will not leave the grounds without my permission. You will disobey my orders at your risk. When I am not pleased with you or anyone on this ranch their butt will hurt. I do not hesitate to use corporal punishment when necessary, understood?”

Since she had mentioned her stables were at times a woodshed, and the help all talked around the club, I was not terribly shocked, but my heart began a crazy dance in my chest.

I thought I would at least let her know my thoughts. “Ms Knight…I am surprised you would use corporal punishment. You mean you also spank the foreman who must be in his 50’s and Gaudalupe?”

Her answer, “Yes, everyone that works here is subject to the same rules and same treatment when rules are not followed.” She continued, “I am a firm believer in spanking. It gives a never failing solution to any problem. Even adults behave in a unsatisfactory manner from time to time and disobedience will not be tolerated. Young man, there is no question discipline and guidance are needed in your life. Would you agree?”

“Yes Ma’am”, I answered. I knew she was right.

“Then is it settled, when you disappoint me your butt will be very sore,” she replied.
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The next day I followed Luke the foreman around the place. He was tanned, hardened and in his mid 50’s. He had worked for the family for 30 years. He told me Knight Manor was Mrs. Knight’s domain and she was the unquestioned matriarch, supreme ruler and everything else! I told him she had explained that she used corporal punishment on the help and I was a little surprised. He told me that was just the way it was and that there were even rumors she spanked her husband Stefan; although, no one had witnessed.

“I assume all discipline is done in private?” I asked.

He laughed. “Not necessarily. She spanks whenever and wherever she wants. More severe punishment is usually done in the woodshed. That is a walk you don’t want to take pal. But she is fair. Sometimes she just wants to remind us who is boss. The other day she caught a couple of us horsing around. She immediately got off her horse. Made us stand on the bottom rail of the fence, bend over the top, pants down and used her riding crop on the three of us. That crop is nasty.”

The boss lady had 8 horses, all suitable for showing and meticulously groomed and exercised. The following day had me riding the mower, changing sheets and during the first week I seldom saw my employer. Things were going well and people were friendly and at night I would lie in bed and read or listen to the radio.

One night, I happened to be coming out of my bedroom when I saw Ms. Knight wearing a sexy nightgown and moving toward Guadalupe’s room carrying a wooden hairbrush. After waiting a moment, I pressed my ear up against the door and heard the sounds of wood landing on bare flesh. Guadalupe was screaming after the 6th or 8th swat. When I heard the spanking finish and Ms. Knight lecture I bolted back to my room and heard my strict employer stalk out of the bedroom an down the stairs.

A couple of days later I visited Ms. Knight on the terrace and thanked her for my first paycheck. “Look Ms. Knight, I’d like to go into town”. “No!” I was shocked by the answer. “Maybe on the weekend you can go…just be back in time for work on Monday morning.”

“But…but…but, I’d only be gone a couple of hours…”

“Are you questioning me, young man?”

“No, Ma’am” I answered.

I fully intended to obey, but come 8 o’clock I couldn’t for the life of me understand what harm it would be to go have a few brews. I stayed later than expected and snuck back in around 1:30. Just as I crept into bed there were the eyes of my employer. There she sat in her emerald green, silk robe. She was holding the same big, oval-shaped wooden hairbrush that she used on Guadalupe.

“Did you disobey me?”

The old burning feeling of blood rushing into my face returned. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“What happens when employees on this ranch disobey me?”

“I don’t know,” I lied.

“They get spanked,” she said, annoyed.

“Spanked? You’re gonna…..wanna spank me?’

“Not wanna. Gonna. Yes, I’m going to give you a good hard spanking. One you won’t soon forget. I will teach you what happens when you disobey an order. I should have the entire staff come and watch, but it is a bit late for that. Now, take your underwear off this instant.”

“But…but….but…”

“You sound like a motor boat…….this is my house, and if you want to keep working here, you will follow MY rules.”

“Of course….I want to work here.”

“Then let’s see that naughty fanny of yours!”

Inside me I was hoping this wasn’t happening. Once my briefs were down to mid thigh she pointed for me to take them all the way down and off. I was then beckoned by her finger and I walked to my fate. Before putting me across her lap, though, she pulled her robe away from her lush, beautiful thighs and I noticed her silk bikini panties. I began to wonder how it would feel to bury my face in a handful of her silky underthings, but that thought left quickly as she then jammed me across her lap, putting her right leg over the backs of mine. The contact was electrifying as she smacked the center of my bare bottom…up near the top of the crack. I jumped a mile and yelped. Didn’t do any good. She plastered my uncovered rump again and again. She wasn’t about to sit back and admire her work. She worked one way and then the other as she spanked my entire bottom. My macho had evaporated. The room was filled with explosive sounds as the brush rose and fell. I am certain everyone in the Knight Manor could hear exactly what was happening.

My poor posterior had swollen and the angry red was giving way to blacks and blues. I humped my hips up and down and clenched. My legs were out of control, but she gripped tighter. What would Gaudalupe and the others think with my screaming and I could hold no longer hold back the tears. Finally, it was over. She helped me off her lap. My behind was on fire and I could hardly stand. She helped me steady and with one resounding swat of her palm told me to get to bed. I plopped down on my stomach and fell into a deep sleep.

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.