Northern Spanking

The Housekeeper

Starring Rachel, Emma & Lucy
Written by Lucy

You can have no idea whatsoever of the feelings and emotions coursing through me as I wait bent double with skirts raised awaiting the first kiss of the birch twigs upon my tender bottom. Perhaps I should explain how this turn of events came to be.

It is October 23rd late in the evening and I was tending to my last duties for the evening, dulling the lights and preparing the house for sleep, when I heard a noise coming from the top room reserved for guests. My young charges, Emma & Lucy, have become the bane of my existence in this house. If it weren’t for their continued misbehaviour and disobedience, I would be far happier in my post as Head Housekeeper for the Wilmington Household.

Lord Wilmington is a handsome man and a stern one. Having lost his dear wife only a few years ago and left to raise two errant daughters alone, he hired me to run his household efficiently. It seems that the man is devoid of emotion, and despite my best efforts has failed to notice me other than curt greetings when passing in the vast hallways…until now.

Anyway, I digress. The girls were sent to bed several hours earlier and should indeed have been long asleep, so I went to investigate the girly giggling tones I could hear travelling down the staircase. I crept up the stairs and looking through the door was disgusted, nay, appalled at the sight the girls touching each other’s bloomers with a degree of intimacy that was highly inappropriate for young lady’s of their status. At my wits end with the girls continually questioning my authority, I returned to my quarters and fetched a heavy strap. I fully intended for the young Misses Wilmington to learn some respect for me once and for all!

I threw open the door and glared down at the girls, who were still examining each others undergarments.

“What on earth is going on in here? Why aren’t you in bed?” I questioned threateningly, whilst tapping the heavy strap against my hand.

Lucy caught sight of the strap immediately and started trying to make excuses, but I had heard enough of them to last me a lifetime. Without another word, I grabbed young Miss Emma by the wrist to pull her to her feet.

“I am most tired of trying to get through to you girls. I intend from now on that you will respect my authority and my standing in this household bestowed upon me by your father.”

I passed the strap to Miss Lucy and made her hold it whilst I turned my attention to the now quivering younger sister. “I am going to begin spanking you Miss Emma, and my goodness you will learn not to disobey me again!”

With that, I raised my hand and repeatedly brought it firmly across her bottom, making my frustration known. However, having never spanked the girls before, it seemed that I was having little impact.

“It is quite for your own good young Miss, and since you are so keen to examine your undergarments so inappropriately, I am sure you will have no objections to me removing them! It seems you have no modesty to speak of anyway!”

With this, I firmly pulled down her white silky bloomers to reveal her small peachy bottom. I had never bared a young girls bottom before and I admit that the surge of power was quite overwhelming as I began spanking the girl even harder as she wriggled in protest. Perhaps what happened next was taking things above my station, but I had gone too far to stop now. If these wretched girls were ever going to take my position seriously, then I would have to carry my threat through.

Summoning all the strength from within I could muster, I turned with what I hoped was an appropriately stern face to Miss Lucy, and demanded the strap.

I think Miss Lucy was very shocked as she opened her mouth, I assume to protest, but no sound came out. I took advantage of this lapse and shot her an angry glare to ensure her silence. I stood to the side of Miss Emma and showed her the strap.

“Now, my girl, I am going to give you a sound strapping to ensure there is no repeat of such appalling behaviour! Stand still now, hands against the wall, bottom out”, I commanded.

Emma spluttered, “But, Miss Banks, you have no right. Father attends to discipline. You are not allowed to do this!”

Of course, she was quite right, but I had no intention of backing down now. That would only have served to make the situation worse and any authority I held over the girls would become untenable. I looked directly at Miss Emma and said;

“Miss Emma. For your information, there has been a change to the guidelines in this household. I have your Father’s complete support and permission to discipline both of you as I see fit. Now into position!” I commanded with the most authoritative tone I could manage, hoping neither girl would notice my shaking hands that would give me away.

The girls exchanged a frightened look, but their silence indicated that I had succeeded. Without further ado and before I lost my nerve altogether, I raised the strap loftily in my right hand. As I brought down the first stroke across Miss Emma’s soft young bottom, the thwacking sound echoed around the room and I think I jumped more from shock than the recipient of the painful instrument did! Nevertheless, I continued laying the blows upon her pert cheeks with increasing enthusiasm. I was starting to really enjoy myself! Watching the young girl jump and yelp under my discipline was quite delightful. I was just getting into my stride, when Miss Lucy, interrupted my train of thought.

“Please Miss Banks,” she whimpered, “Please leave my little sister alone. Please. That’s quite enough. Can’t you see the pain she is in?” Miss Lucy continued to plead.

I stopped for a moment, conceding that Miss Emma’s bottom was indeed quite red. Had I taken things too far? The warmth of the power I felt was still coursing through me and I knew I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to punish these wicked girls for all the horrid behaviour they had displayed to me since my arrival here at Wilmington Hall.

I turned on my heel and glared at Lucy, who normally very self-assured, looked rather unsure and nervous. I felt great glee! Miss Lucy, the instigator behind my unhappiness, was looking nervously at me!

“Very well Miss Lucy, you may take your sisters place, if you are so concerned for her welfare!” and before she could protest, I pulled the girl to her feet and placed her against the wall beside her younger sibling. This was wonderful. Both girls would have to respect me now!

The power I felt with the strap in my hand was too great to ignore and I decided to go straight into strapping the older girl with no spanking. After all, the girl does have ample padding, I decided. Pushing back the fleeting and small feeling of guilt, I walloped Miss Lucy with the first stroke of the stiff and unyielding strap.

I suppose this was where I lost control. Not content with seeing the girl dance and squeal under this severe punishment, I grabbed hold of her bloomers and pulled them to her knees with great flourish. Ah the ceremony! I ought to do this more often, I remember thinking. Such a pleasant way to pass the time! I beat Miss Lucy repeatedly with the strap across her well-rounded buttocks and just as she was sobbing and begging me to cease, and I raised the strap to deliver yet another blow, a hand caught my wrist and I heard something that made me shake almost immediately.

“What on earth do you think you are doing Miss Banks?!” demanded a raised and strained voice behind me. I swivelled on my heel and came face to face with Lord Wilmington, the Master of the house and the girl’s Father.

Oh Dear! How on earth was I going to explain myself? I would be surely dismissed for such a blatant breach of rules.

“Return the girls to a proper state of dress at once, Miss Banks, AT ONCE!” commanded Lord Wilmington, indicating to the girls bared and punished bottoms. I rather hastily pulled up the girls’ bloomers and looked at him, expecting to be dismissed on the spot. How on earth would I find another position without a reference and to have been fired with such disgrace? I began to shake.

“Explain yourself Miss Banks, I’m waiting”, Lord Wilmington glared at me with a fierce look that I dared not try to interpret.

“Well you see, M’Lord, I was going about resting the house for the evening when I heard noises from this room. The young Misses are constantly badly behaved towards me when you are not present M’Lord. They are so often disrespectful and had blatantly disregarded my instruction to go to bed several hours before.”

Lord Wilmington looked at me with what appeared to be a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

“Go on, Miss Banks, I don’t have all night!” he said impatiently as he removed the strap from my grasp.

I began to speak more quickly, “Well, M’Lord,” I continued, “I came to the room only to find the disgraceful sight of both young ladies fondling each other’s undergarments, rather inappropriately and…..”

“WHAT!” Lord Wilmington thundered. “Lucy Wilmington, is this true?!”

Miss Lucy turned around to face her father. I could tell she was about to protest her innocence but one glance at her father’s face, told her she was best advised to be truthful.

“Yes, Father”, she said meekly. “but we were only….”

“I don’t care what you were “Only” anything!” You know very well what this means young lady! Remove your nightgown. Now!”

Lucy’s eyes downcast to the floor as she began the humiliation of having to reveal her most private undergarments not only in front of her father, but the Housekeeper too! How vulgar for her! I couldn’t help feeling a little smug as Lucy stretched up to remove her nightgown, revealing her young, plump bosom.

Miss Lucy looked expectantly at her father and he told her to resume the position against the wall. I could hardly breathe from wondering what was going to happen next!

“I am going to punish you both myself, Lucy & Emma. Miss Banks works very hard for us and I shall not hear of you showing such a blatant disrespect for her. Not to mention the disgraceful behaviour you have both been caught engaging in this evening!” Lord Wilmington went on in a softer tone. “Furthermore, I am sure I do not need to tell you how disappointed I am in both of you.”

At this point, I thought I was cleared, but the Master removed his hat and as he passed it to me said; “As for you Miss Banks, I understand your frustration with my daughters, but you should have come to me about this matter much sooner. You most certainly should not have taken the matter into your own hands. I administer all the discipline in this house, not the staff, and I would kindly ask you to remember that!” he said more sternly.

“Yes, M’Lord” I replied, not quite sure where to put my gaze. He was even more handsome when he was cross, I thought to myself.

Lord Wilmington removed Miss Lucy’s bloomers once again and proceeded to spank her with his heavy hand. He appeared oblivious to her little cries and continued addressing me in staccato as he continued spanking;

“I. Will. Not. Have. This. Kind. Of. In. Sub. Ordin. Ation. In. My. Staff. Miss Banks!” Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?!”

On “clear” he walloped Miss Lucy with such vigour, I gave an involuntary jump along with her as she squealed.

Miss Lucy whimpered as he withdrew a leather paddle from his inside pocket.

“Yes M’Lord, it won’t happen again Sir” I said quietly, in awe of the respect his tone demanded, not to mention his weapon.

“You’re quite right, it won’t Miss Banks!”

Here it is I thought. I am going to lose my post. I braced myself as he delivered a few short sharp strokes with the fierce looking paddle upon Miss Lucy’s tender bottom with great strength, I was beginning to feel sorry for the wretched girl as she yelped even louder than before.

“I. Feel. Therefore. Miss. Banks. That. If. You. Wish. To. Retain. Your. Post. In. This. Household…”

Lucy continued to cry out with each expertly delivered stroke.

“Oh, I do M’Lord” I gushed.

Lord Wilmington stopped for a moment and looked at me.

“Very well Miss Banks. I am prepared to overlook the incident, but I strongly feel that you need to acquire some self-discipline of your own. As such, I propose to you that you also receive a sound beating along with the girls. So that you may also learn that my authority and command in this household is above reproach.”

I winced. Lord Wilmington moved away from a weeping Miss Lucy with disdain and approached her younger sister. He pulled at the hem of Miss Emma’s nightgown indicating her to remove the garment. Emma, with blushed cheeks, lifted the gown over her head also exposing her small, pert breasts. I noticed that Miss Lucy quickly squeezed Emma’s hand by way of reassurance, but I chose to ignore it.

“You have until the time I am finished punishing Emma to decide if you wish to accept my terms, Miss Banks”, as he pulled down Miss Emma’s bloomers and delivered the first hard blow with his hand. Poor Emma! She had far less padding than her older sister! Her outward yelp confirmed my thoughts.

I didn’t think of Miss Emma for long, as I thought of my own unfortunate circumstances. I had wanted the Master to notice me but not like this, I thought! Still, I couldn’t possibly leave without a reference. Thoughts of unemployment and struggle far outweighed the fear I had of Lord Wilmington’s wrath. I watched his strong arm bear down on young Emma with the paddle as she screamed and jumped with pain. I was entranced. Such a strong and authoritative man. Unyielding, yet tender with it….

“Do you accept my terms?”. The voice of the Master broke my reverie. I knew he was addressing me, but I didn’t know what he had said.

“I’m sorry M’Lord, what did you say?”

With great impatience and gritting his teeth, he turned from the sobbing Emma and stared directly at me.

“Miss Banks, do not try my patience. It would be somewhat inadvisable given the circumstances and I am not in the habit of repeating myself. So, do you accept my terms or do you wish to leave now?”

I gulped. With my eyes downcast, I nodded slowly. “I accept your offer gratefully M’Lord.”

“Good”, I would swear that I saw a brief glimpse of a smile cross his face, but I couldn’t be sure. As he took his hat from me, placed me in between his two daughters and raised my skirts, fear and excitement jostled against each other for room within me.

Ready and prepared with my layers of skirts, humiliatingly gathered around my waist, Lord Wilmington cross the room to retrieve the strap I had punished his daughters with only a short while earlier. How disgraceful. To be dealt with by my own strap. I felt a blush rise from my neck in shame.

I tensed and gritted my teeth, awaiting the first blow. Before I had time to gather my thoughts it made impact with a fierce slap. OW! I let my breath out slowly, determined not to cry out in front of the girls. Afterwards, the initial shock faded to a warm glow that was, well, rather pleasurable! Whilst analysing my own reaction and surprise, the next stroke fell deftly on top of the last one, cause a deep stinging sensation. A sharp intake of breath as I prepared myself for the next, perhaps rather too eagerly pushing my bottom out further to meet the next stroke. I felt ashamed but rather excited by my beating from this masterful man! The next strokes fell rapidly one after the other after the other and I had to steal myself from allowing a small moan of pleasure escape, but I could not conceal the smile on my face. Unfortunately Lord Wilmington noticed and his expression changed to one of slight confusion as he left the room.

On his return, Lord Wilmington was carried what looked like a large collection of branches bound together with cord. I recognised this instrument from my younger days as a birch. Surely he wasn’t considering…..

But Lord Wilmington was not considering anything. He fully intended to impart the full weight of his authority upon me and my young charges with this fearful instrument. He voiced his intention to do so as all three of us looked on in horror.

The fear in me was all-consuming, and I think the Master was well aware of this as he began the dreaded punishment with his very own daughters, leaving me no option but to look on with a certain degree of trepidation.

Miss Lucy was first. I shivered as I watched each equally measured stroke fall upon her bottom to which she replied with such ear-piercing screams, I cannot even begin to describe. It was horrifying…yet mildly exciting. How would I respond to such treatment I wondered. Could I cope without losing face in front of the young girls?

As Lord Wilmington moved onto Miss Emma, I stole a glace and Miss Lucy who was sobbing heavily and rubbing her poor tortured bottom in an effort to appease the pain. It took all the strength I could muster not to hug and comfort the poor girl. However, her reaction, left me in greater fear for my own bottom.

Watching little Emma, was a little more comforting. Being younger, I think the Master took things a little easier on her, and I believe his primary motive was to scare the living daylights out of her rather than beat her. Still, I watched her moan and cry out with every blow, leaving me in no doubt that although her strokes were lighter, it was still causing her great discomfort.

I took a deep breath, I knew it would soon be my turn. I was shaking so much, I had to steady myself against the wall. I braced myself. I was surprised to hear Lord Wilmington speak at this point.

“Okay girls. Stop that snivelling at once! It was no more than you deserved! Get your things together and go to your rooms immediately. I shall be checking on you shortly and I expect to find you both fast asleep. If I do not, then you can expect a repeat performance of what you have both just received.”

Shaking, Miss Lucy put her arm around her sister protectively and guided her out of the room, feeling woefully sorry for themselves. Their bare, red, thrashed bottoms announcing to all the ordeal they had just been through. Those bottoms would light up the sky like sunset, I mused. I couldn’t help but think how pretty they looked all warm and glowing like that. I wonder if mine will look like that too?

I was not to be alone with my thoughts for long as the Master waited the girls to leave and turned his attention to me. “Now, Miss Banks, your turn.”

I braved a tight smile. “Yes, M’Lord”.

I turned to the wall once more and placed my hands up for additional support, and this is where we began. So here I am, skirts around my waist, waiting with a mixture of impatience, fear and awe for the first kiss of the twigs to meet my peachy skin.

I start to shake as I feel the presence of Lord Wilmington behind me and I can sense his arm raised, ready to strike. Nothing could have prepared me for the pain that seared through me as the birch met my skin. It feels like thousands of little needles all stabbing me at once, I can’t help but cry out in a mixture of surprise and pain. I look at the Master beseechingly but my effort was futile as his arm rose and fell again with great precision and the intensity of my pain increased as once again the fearful birch kissed the surface of my already burning skin.

I wait with bated breath for the next stroke, but I can sense Lord Wilmington teasing me with the anticipation. He holds the gap between strokes for what seems like an age, each one taking me by surprise and causing me to gasp. I can’t believe it. This is really quite awful, but I am becoming increasingly excited by my punishment, despite my discomfort. I wiggle my bottom gently as though to shake off the pain and increase the excitement growing within me.

“Right Miss Banks. I expect you to stay here whilst I fetch my cane to complete your punishment.”, he said. Then, he smiles softly at me.

“I am very impressed with your determination Miss Banks..”

He leaves me desperately trying to interpret his smile and comment, but before I can make sense of anything he returns with the most fearful cane I have ever seen. Oh my goodness! This is not going to be easy.

“Miss Banks, I wish you to move away from the wall and bend over as far as you can to receive a good dozen strokes. If you manage this with grace, then we shall consider the matter dealt with. Is that understood?”

He again looks at me, almost affectionately. Is this punishment going to my head? Am I seeing things that don’t exist?

I feel submissive in his presence and immediately comply with his direction. Trying to bear my bottom for him in the most attractive way I can, showing him that I am keen to learn.

“Miss Banks, are you quite prepared?” he asks, his intonation much softer now.

“Yes M’Lord” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath with excitement.

From my bent position, I find it is possible to look behind me to better sense when the first stroke is to arrive. Seeing this, Lord Wilmington, sternly orders me to face the wall. This I do, with a mounting sense of both dread and excitement. Blind now to any sense of when the first impact will land, my first clue is the sound of his footfall as he takes the half step necessary to deliver the perfect swiping stroke across my already ravaged bottom.

No words or regular sense of explanation can describe the feeling of being caned upon the naked bottom by a practised expert in the art. Nevertheless, I shall try. The moment of impact does not register adequately until fractions of a second have passed, whereupon the searing cut of the cane may best be felt. Often it is not the final stroke that is hardest to bear, but the first, provoking as it does in myself, a vociferous protest.

As my body bolts upright, both hands reaching for my burning buttocks, words of protest upon my lips, he commands me to resume my position. “You will not move again Miss Banks for the duration of this punishment or I shall begin it again!”

Resuming my position and resigned to my fate, I can feel the glowing warmth centred on a line drawn neatly across the very centre of my bottom, spreading outwards, to reinforce the message left thereupon by the birch twigs. Further cuts of the cane add to this sensation of heat and stinging pain, underlying which there remains a growing sense of excitement. To my shock, and shame, I realise that I have become quite wet and powerfully aroused!

Lord Wilmington is indeed a Master of the cane, no two strokes from the entire twelve, intermingled. My bottom after some half dozen strokes feels swollen and very sore. I would dearly love to be in a position to witness my own beating whilst suffering it simultaneously.

The final stroke delivered, Lord Wilmington instructs me to remain in position and carefully, not to say, intimately, examines the marks of punishment he has placed upon me. “Most satisfactory, Miss Banks”, he mutters softly and the feeling of his hands caressing and squeezing my bottom drive the fires within me to new heights.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I stand up with my skirts still in disarray and look at him longingly. “Thank you, M’Lord” I gasp.

Lord Wilmington gives a twisted smile of amusement, then with an intense stare, picks me up with his strong arms as I entwine my arms around his neck. He coughs. “I’m so sorry, M’Lord…” He places a finger to my lips to silence me and kisses me softly. I feel my whole body melt and the fire in my bottom rages over me.

He gathers his composure and takes me by the hand. “Well, Miss Banks, I think perhaps I have some duties for you to attend to in my study before you retire….That is of course, if you are agreeable..?” he tails off and looks at me expectantly.

I nod enthusiastically as he leads me from the room, clutching my fiery red bottom and wondering with anticipation what my future at Wilmington Hall holds for me now…

© Northern Spanking Institute. Lucy has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work, and this story may not be copied in part or by full without express permission.

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