This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Period
Maid to Order
By
Joe Whatever
"I still don't understand why Father would send such a ghastly letter!" the lovely young aristocrat exclaimed.
"It makes perfect sense, my lady", her maid replied soothingly. "How can be expected to wield the rod over others when you've never experienced it yourself?"
"It never stopped me before", Elizabeth muttered.
The maid smiled; THAT was true enough! The lovely but spoiled young blue blood delighted in sentencing OTHERS to the lash. But the order from the Colonel had come directly from the battlefields of France; nineteen year old Elizabeth must experience the shame and humiliation of the punishment block...with all of the servants watching!
"You don't think Mr. Evans would really strip me...naked?" Elizabeth asked, her voice faltering. "I know Father's letter says naked, but..."
The maid chuckled. Mr. Evans, the estate's muscular gardener, had been the victim of Elizabeth's temper for years. Just that morning the maid had heard him bragging to the stable hands about how "her ladyships fine pampered bottom will wiggle and squirm".
"I imagine you'll see quite a bit between her legs, too, once I get her bottom dancing!" he had boasted. "I'll take the little filly on quite a ride!"
"I'm sure he'll treat you with the kindness and gentleness you deserve", the maid said coyly.
"I would hope so!" the clueless heiress said. "After all, I can't be expected to prance around naked in front of the entire household!"
But naked she would be! The vengeful maid had already selected the vulgar stable hands who would strip her ladyship naked as the day she was born. Their prying rough fingers would doubtlessly touch all kinds of interesting places as they maneuvered her lovely bare buttocks and slender white thighs into the proper position over the block.
"Have the other servants mentioned it?" the young woman asked nervously. "Each time I enter a room the conversation stops". "And I don't approve of the way those stable ruffians are leering at me!"
The maid bit her tongue to keep from laughing. The household were speaking of nothing else. There was a betting pool over when the Mistress would burst into tears, and what lewd acts she might exchange for leniency.
The spiteful maid had even invited some of Elizabeth's former and present suitors to the event. No doubt they would enjoy seeing the charms that Elizabeth often promised but never delivered.
"Perhaps the stable hands were smiling in sympathy", the maid suggested disingenuously.
As soon as her ladyship left the room the delighted maid immediately went out to the garden and resumed the joyful task of cutting birch rods for the whipping. The maid was careful to pick long, slender, wicked rods with plenty of biting, scratching buds.
The rods would be soaked in brine, so that they would hug every curve!
The maid chuckled softly. Selecting stable hands, inviting witnesses, cutting birches, and forging letters from the Colonel were all in a day's work for a good lady's maid.
The End
© Copyright Joe Whatever, 29 August 2003
Reviews
Patricia <patricia(at)cedar(dot)net>
Oh talk about a well-deserved revenge. I loved the remark the maid makes regarding Mr. Evans treatment Elizabeth. Such a delightful response, truthful, but open to interpretation. This story leaves you hungering for the sequel. One just knows that when the Colonel returns, payback will be...painful. Nice job.
Rosa <subrosae8(at)juno(dot)com>
Oh, I SO want to watch! A wonderful story with a devious and delightful twist! I think you did a terrific job with this piece, and hope to see more entries from you!
Lori <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
For the period, or any period, this plot was just to far-fetched to make it seem true. The authors description of the maid joyfully preparing the birch rods, got me hot! So I'm running hot and cold on this story. The forging induced take over and punishment; yea right?!? The hotly written descriptions of punishment; right on!!