Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Maid for a fall

Working in a house of high standing is likely to make any maid nervous and I am no exception.  One afternoon the butler makes a pass at me, something I am horrified by and shun publicly, leaving the butler very red-faced indeed.  No one likes to be publicly humiliated.  Unfortunately for me this is a man who bears a grudge and I soon find out just what lengths he is prepared to go to in order to make me sorry for what I have done to him....

Just a week later I am called before the master of the house, usually a genial man, I saw nothing to worry about until I entered the morning room.  The man looks furious and proceeds to accuse me of stealing some of his highly prized silver-ware.  I am horrified.  I have never stolen anything in my life.  I try to protest my innocence but it all falls on deaf ears as it transpires the offending items were found hidden within my quarters....by non-other than the butler.  Now I fall in to what has happened.  This man, who has all the power in the world over me has decided to drop me in it with the master of the house and he knows just how the master likes to deal with such things...

The master gives me the option to leave, knowing full well that without references I will struggle to get another position in any other household, or to take a punishment he has formulated.  I struggle with the decision but decide on the punishment.  Nodding and smiling the master instructs me to remove my uniform down to my bloomers and under-garments and follow him to the main hall.  To my horror the entire staff has been called and I see a bench placed 'centre stage'.  frightened now I beg and plead, even trying to explain what happened with the butler, but that only serves to infuriate the master further.  He instructs me to bend over the bench and asks the butler to hold me down as punishment for my 'false claims'.  I cannot bear to have the odious man look right into my eyes but I am left with little option.  Picking up a fearsome looking crop the master proceeds to beat me with it.  It is not long before I am writhing in pain and crying out, but nothing stops the strokes finding my now very sore bottom.  I can see the butler is enjoying my punishment and humiliation immensely but I am unable to hide my torment from him.  Crying now, the punishment stops.  However, my humiliation is to continue as the master instructs the butler to fetch a chair...

The master has me stand on the chair, my red bottom exposed for all to say and asks the butler to place a sign around my neck, the word 'thief' written on it.  Mortified at my humiliation and my unjust punishment I cannot help but let more tears flow.  The master tells me I am to stand there all day without a break as a deterrent to the rest of the staff.  All I can hope is the master doesn't have any visitors that day.  That would be a humiliation beyond which I could bear....

I hope you enjoyed reading this folks!  Do let me know if you did!

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Prison time is slow time....

....and folks would do most anything to keep busy.  In my case I found trouble.  Just last week I used my power on the wing to initiate a riot.  You see I have the inmates ear...and the screws know it.  The Gov was non too happy though and came down to punish all those who were involved in starting trouble.  There were six of us in all and all of us received a public caning on our bare bottoms in front of the other inmates on the wing.  The public punishment, whilst humiliating did not trouble me, after all it is what my husband uses at home when I don't do as he asks....it did give me an idea, however, and so off I went to my personal officer to make an appointment to see the governor.  I had a proposition for him.

Putting on my finest feminine wiles I enter the Governor's office with the intention of getting my sentence reduced...by asking him to punish me just like he did last week.  However, it seems I have pissed the Gov off more than i thought and he was not going to let me off with just a few strokes of the cane...it took all my charm just to get him to consider the idea!  What he had in mind was something far more severe, far more humiliating and not nearly a swift as I would have liked.

The Governor takes great pleasure in telling me he will only consider my getting a reduced sentence if I go through regular punishments at 2 hours each session.  Only then would he recommend my release to the parole board.  I was horrified but had no choice but to agree.  My husband is furious I had landed myself inside and the longer I am in the worse it will be when he does finally get to meet me at the gates.

They say time is elastic right?  Well it is very true.  When your adversary is putting you through your paces, having you do whatever he asks, time can be very slow.  The punishment began with a searing cold caning on my bare bottom.  I had already been stripped of my uniform and I was beginning to realise that the Governor was definitely a power hungry pervert.  If I thought it was going to end here I could not have been more wrong.  He had me across his knee for a severe spanking before using numerous implements on my bottom until I imagined not being able to publicly shower for at least a week.  The pain was not over yet and the humiliation was just beginning.  The Governor has his own little toy, something I had not, until today, discovered:  the punishment chair.  Designed to bite into your bottom it takes no more than a few seconds sitting on it for it to really begin to torment, but I was going to be sitting much longer than a few seconds; the Gov had me write him an essay, something I did with as much speed as I could muster.  Finally he let me up, only to have me stand before him naked with my hands on my head.  Naked, exposed, my bottom throbbing in pain I truly felt I had toppled from my perch of power.  The only thing keeping me going are thoughts of my early release and when I am dismissed and ordered to make another appointment I keep that thought running in my head over and over...

This is a take on a real session I had just before Easter.  It was intense but oh so much fun!  I hope you enjoyed reading it....but don't get any ideas...ah go on do it; send all the ideas you can!

Thursday, 17 March 2016

When enough is enough!

You work very hard to give your wife everything she wants and all she does is fritter it away on shoes and champagne fuelled lunches with her posh friends.  You have felt invisible for months now and coming home tonight is the final straw.  Not only is there no dinner prepared for you, your wife just laughs at you and says she has left a can of beans on the counter for you.  You are furious.  Time to take things in hand...quite literally...

You drag me from the sofa much to my horror and haul me over your lap.  I struggle desperately, hurling abuse at you whilst you hold me down, but it is has only just begun!  You pull my panties down, exposing my bottom and start what will be the spanking of my life.  I cry out in pain, but to no avail.  You have had enough of my behaviour and it is time for you to take control of your home life.  I don't give up, hurling more abuse, which only gives you further opportunity to punish me further.

You drag me up, my bottom still burning and order me to strip.  I refuse point blank but you are quick to inform me that everything I wear has been bought with your money and if I did not want him to take his belt to me I had better do as I am told.  Meeker now, I slowly undress, tossing my clothes onto the sofa.  Feeling very vulnerable I try to curl up into myself, but you are having none of it.  You pick up one of my expensive hairbrushes and pull me back over your lap.  If I thought your hand was painful I was in for a rude awakening.  My cries of pain are ignored by you...you know if you give in I will see it as weakness so you continue until my tears have you believe I have truly learned a lesson.

You have me stand up and hand me an apron to put on.  Time for me to cook you a meal.  Exposed and with my bright red bottom on display I move silently around the kitchen doing exactly what a good wife should do for his hard-working man...

Thursday, 18 February 2016

The Secretary

I have been your secretary for nearly a year now, but it is clear to you I should never have got the job.    My typing is very poor and may only be described as slow at best.  So why have you kept me on?  You don't understand it until one morning you pass the filing cabinets and there I am bent over in my high heels, seamed stockings exposed as my tight pinstripe skirt rides up, showing off all my assets to anyone who happens by.  You question my intentions.  Am I doing it deliberately?  When I turn my head and give you a crooked smile you know the answer.  Enough is enough.  It is time you taught me a lesson.  

You bark at me to follow you to your office.  Once inside I smile broadly, expecting you to offer me a drink or something.  I am in for a huge shock.  You order me to bend over your desk, palms face down either side of the sheet placed upon it.  I cannot help but notice that the sheet of paper is a letter I had typed for you earlier.  You have circled the numerous typo's and ask me what I was thinking.  I apologise profusely, shifting uncomfortably in this position.  You order me to part my legs.  I look up at you questioningly.  Should a boss ask me to do this?  You tell me that since I enjoy showing yourself off to the office so much I can show a little more to him...unless I want to lose my job.  I grudgingly do what is asked of me.  I am now feeling rather exposed and sorry I used my charms to get this position in the office.  Worse is to come though...

You walk purposefully behind me and slowly lift up my skirt and lower my panties.  I gasp in horror.  I am now fully on display and you have not bothered to lower the blinds.  All my co-workers can see what is going on.  You remove your belt and fold it in half, telling me I will receive six strokes on my bare bottom for each mistake in the letter.  Given I have made four I can easily work out the lash is going to be applied 24 times to my bottom.  I had not planned for this happening to me.  You begin, the noise attracting the attention of the other staff, not least my cries of pain as each stroke is applied feels worse than the last.  You have not even reached 12 strokes when I cry out that I can take no more but you continue until 24, daring me to move from my position.  

Finally the punishment is finished.  You leave me in position whilst you replace your belt, before ordering me to stand.  You tuck my skirt into my waist band, leave my panties at the top of my thighs and inform me I shall be carrying out my duties like this for the rest of the day.  Not only do you want me to feel the burning humiliation of having my punished bottom exposed for all to see, you want me to set an example to the rest of the staff to up their game if they want to avoid a similar fate.  Needless to say I leave the office vowing to do much better from this point forward....

Hope you enjoyed this folks!  I guess I was feeling even kinkier than usual today ;-)

Monday, 8 February 2016

Bottoms Up party 25th February

Well!  Term has hardly begun and the girls are in trouble.  The school is becoming more St Trinian's and less a privileged public school in the heart of England.  Our ladies, Donna, Chloe, Kandy, Wynter and Miss Woods brewed alcohol in the chemistry lab and blew it up!  Miss Jadie Reece as one of the teachers is horrified that the ladies have behaved in such an unladylike fashion and have called a meeting of you, the board of governors, to punish them for their behaviour.  The ringleader Miss Woods will suffer the further humiliation of having a cold caning on her bare bottom in front of you all.  

The party will be held in Camberwell and will run from 1230-5.30/6pm. Will you join us?

Naturally all play is within the limits of the participants! If you would like to join us then get in touch by e-mailing us at bottomsupspanking@hotmail.co.uk or phoning 07595738626.  There are but a few places left so do not delay in giving these ladies the punishment they deserve.  Miss Woods is already in the corner awaiting punishment...


I do hope you can join us sir!

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Happy February!

Yes, we made it dark and dreary January is done.  I managed to have much play and fun so I am the last person to complain really.  But am I an angel now?  No!  I hear you all cry.  So this is why I wait for you sir, in just my underwear, implement laid across my body for you to use on my body...



I am most definitely nervous...I have never found myself in this position before, but here I am and I must take what is coming to me.  I know it will hurt but there is no choice; any minute now you will have me stood up and order me to bend over for the strap.  Do you humiliate me further by ordering me to part my legs after you have lowered my panties?  I am praying you don't, but this is your punishment and I must do as I am told if I am to avoid earning any extras.  Each stroke lands on my bottom and I feel the searing pain develop before you apply the next one.  I try not to cry out...I don't want you to know that it hurts, but I can't help it; the pain is just too much.  After what seems to be an age you have me stand up and face the wall.  You want me to think on my behaviour, of which I am deeply ashamed.  I hope never to be in this much trouble again, but can I manage it?  

Monday, 25 January 2016

The punishment chair

As head girl I never thought I would be sent to you, headmaster for a punishment.  And as head girl my punishment is to be double as someone in my position should never have done that...



I enter nervously, knowing that I will suffer at your hands, namely your hand Sir!  You tell me off and I am almost in tears before you have even begun, but I know worse is in store.  I am taken over your lap for a firm spanking, panties taken down to add to my humiliation.  My bottom is bright red and burning by this point but I am still to suffer your fearsome strap before having to touch my toes for the cane.  Each stroke feels harder than the last and I am desperate to rub my bottom, but do not dare without permission.  Finally you stand me up, my punishment is over...or so I thought....



You walk me over to a chair, a special chair designed to bite into a sore bottom when it is sat on.  You order me to sit and gingerly I obey.  Now I understand why it is called the punishment chair.  My it hurts!  To finish off my humiliating experience you have me write lines, and watch over me to check my hand-writing and spelling.  Writing 100 lines is going to be almost too painful to bear, especially as I sit, bare bottomed on the punishment chair, all to aware of my panties at my thighs.  One thing I know for certain is that I won't be getting into trouble EVER again...


If you look carefully, can you see what sir has ordered me to write?



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