Businesswoman to Maid Ch. 03

Chapter 3

Sara was happier and happier as the months rolled on. The only stress she had was having to sell her house which took several months. Even though she was given three hours off, twice a week, to deal with the sale and her other assets, she felt it only right that when she got home, she made up that time and kept to the household chores schedule. After all, as the maid, she saw that as her duty. More so, she loved the fact that she was now thinking of her mistress's house as her home, and not her place of work.

Once Sara had sold her house, her mistress was now managing all of her money. Sara felt very relaxed about that. In fact, she was quickly coming to the conclusion that she should actually transfer all of her money to her mistress, not just to manage, but to have. After all, as she was now the permanent for life live-in maid, it wasn't as though she needed the money for herself. It was also her sign to her mistress that she did expect to stay working for her, and fully intended to make sure that she worked hard enough to justify that.

Sara knew that she and her mistress had exactly the right mistress to maid relationship which was nowhere near being friends. Sara had total respect for her mistress, and knew that everything her mistress said was correct, never questioned anything, just did as she was told, and loved the fact that, here, she had such a low status but one that she relished.

Equally, or rather in a one-sided way, Jessica was relaxed, as she was happy with the way her maid served her, only treated Sara as the maid, and nothing more.

Nor did Sara see Jessica's friends as her own friends even though she now saw them so often. She knew her low status compared to every one of them, and kept to it, willingly, happily.

Sara also treated very seriously the disciplinary regime, which she fully supported. She knew if she ever made a mistake, or if her work was below standard, she earned another spanking. Sara knew it was right that the disciplinary spanking regime had been introduced which permitted any friend of Jessica's to carry out the punishment, whenever Jessica was too busy working. So, if any friend of Jessica's was there at the time, particularly if they suffered from the error, they would be the one to give Sara her spanking. That quickly included using the cane. It also didn't matter what age the friend was, even younger than Sara, but still able to give the punishment.

Sara still saw the threat of a spanking and the cane as her incentive to work hard, and to carry out her work to the required standard. She knew it wasn't the incentive that every maid needed, in fact, far from it, but it definitely suited her. Even when she was spanked or caned, she found her stinging bottom to be a really good incentive to work hard. She was surprised that others didn't think the same way, but that didn't stop her preferring this punishment system for her.

Sara worked out why she was happy with being spanked and caned. Friends of hers had been caned at sixth-form college, but she never had been. It gave her a yearning to be caned. Although she was never quite sure why. she got so excited when Jessica told her that she would be using the cane in future on her. Then, when it had been used, and she realised just how painful it was, she also saw what a good deterrent it was, even a good incentive, and remained all for being caned by her mistress, and, now, by her mistress's friends.

Once again, today, at lunchtime, her mistress had three friends over for lunch. Two had previously been junior work colleagues of both Jessica and herself, but Sara was now used to being totally respectful to them, even though they had been more junior than her at the office. It was just so natural to her. The third was an intern, Becky, who was just eighteen.

Sara had got up earlier than usual, making her mistress breakfast, and cleared that away. She then proceeded to clean particularly the downstairs, which was where her mistress's friends would mainly be. She threw herself into the work, as usual, making sure her cleaning was up to her now normal very high standard. She loved being on her knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor, making sure she didn't miss a single piece of dirt. She relished it.

She then set about dusting and hoovering the living rooms. Nothing was too much, and why should it be as she loved cleaning so much. As always, it was the hard physical work that she found far more satisfying than the mental stress that she had had to deal with when she was the senior manager.

She then enthusiastically prepared lunch for her mistress's friends, and that enthusiasm told her each time how she knew she had made the right decision to give up her life as the senior manager to be the lifetime full-time live-in maid.

As always, she was so respectful to each of her mistress's friends as she served them their lunch, each course, cleared the things away. As they ate, she stood silently with her back to the wall, her hands clasped in front of her, and looking at the floor, as her mistress's friends chatted happily over lunch.

Sara listened as the friends expressed surprise that she wasn't wearing makeup or jewellery and had on such dull clothes. Sara wanted to explain that those things were for women who wanted to feel attractive and draw attention to themselves, but as a maid, she did not. In fact, the opposite was why she dressed as she did, and was extremely happy this way. However, as a maid, she knew she had no right to point that out, as silence was her position.

So, being the maid she wanted to be, when her mistress or her friends told her they wanted something, she immediately brought it to them and rarely got a thank you. Why should she, as they were so superior to her? As usual, her mistress and her friends never asked her to do anything, but told her. They were orders, but orders that Sara was more than happy to obey.

Even so, Sara thought that whilst the friends always sounded so enthusiastic about their office jobs, and she would have loved to have explained to them how they would prefer the work that she now did, knew that she was the lucky one, rather than them.

After all, all of them, except Becky, kept looking at their watches, knowing that whilst they were enjoying themselves, at least on the face of it, they had to be back doing their work at a specific time. Sara knew that all she had to do was carry out all of the household chores on the schedule, on time, and certainly to a very high standard, and if it took her longer to do, so be it. Of course, that couldn't be the case today when she had to be ready on time for her mistress's friends, but, as always, she got up even earlier than usual, to make sure that there was no chance whatsoever of her not being ready.

As they got to the end of the meal, and Sara was serving coffee, she was pleased that she had done everything that was needed. She even smiled to herself at the thought that she would get away, today, without being spanked and caned. Of course, she knew that her mistress had a tight timescale, and would not want to spend time spanking and caning her straight after lunch, and that was why Sara tried even harder to make sure she did everything right.

Unfortunately, it didn't all go to plan. It turned out, that as Sara was serving coffee to her mistress and three friends, she spilled just a few drops on the tablecloth in front of Becky. Although Sara managed to dry the coffee stains very quickly, it wasn't quickly enough to avoid just the slightest of stains on the tablecloth. While she knew that the stain would come out, she also knew she would be ending up with a stinging bottom. However, who would deal with her, she wondered, as her mistress and certainly the two older friends had to get back to work. That only left Becky, the intern, who was just eighteen, to deal with her. Would she be able to? After all, Sara knew it was pretty meaningless if someone spanked her and she didn't cry buckets, because that would hardly be the needed lesson.

Jessica immediately scolded Sara, saying, very sternly, "Well, you need a spanking now, maid."

The two older friends knew that Jessica spanked her maid. However, Becky didn't.

Jessica knew that she needed to get back to her office because she was due to have an online meeting in just a few minute's time, and her two friends had to get back to their office for a meeting. That left just Becky.

Jessica didn't bother to ask her maid, but turned to Becky and said, "Do you have the time to give the maid a spanking and, perhaps, the cane?"

Becky thought it was a joke, and replied, "No problem there, Jessica. How long should the spanking be for, and how many strokes of the cane?"

Becky realised it was not a joke when Jessica replied, "I will send the maid to the punishment bedroom where she will get undressed, press her nose against the wall, put her hands on her head, and wait for you. When you get there, the minimum should be a spanking, as long as you can with your hand, and after that at least two hundred spanks with the hairbrush. Then, forty-eight strokes of the cane."

Jessica saw the surprise on Becky's face, and said, "Don't worry Becky, The maid knows to expect that punishment. I'll give it to her probably twice a week, and would do it right now, except I have got to get to this meeting. She will expect to cry buckets, have a seriously red and welted bottom, but, she will take every spank, and afterwards get on with her work with renewed enthusiasm."

As Becky listened to that explanation, she looked at the maid who wasn't objecting at all. Becky realised that she was up for punishing the maid as well. Why not, she told herself, if it was so normal here. She therefore said, "Okay, Jessica, you get on with your work, and I'll deal with the maid."

As usual, Sara listened to the conversation, her hands clasped in front of herself, looking at the floor, absolutely silent, not even thinking for one moment that she should butt into the conversation. Her mistress was right. As the maid, she knew what helped her so much was the knowledge that, when she was spanked and caned, reducing her to buckets of tears, it was what she needed. After all, she loved being a maid, working hard, being submissive, obedient, and respectful, but also being punished in this way was adding to her satisfaction, as much as it hurt.

Satisfied that Becky would do the job, Jessica turned to her maid and said, "Go to the punishment bedroom, maid, and get ready to be punished."

Sara saw the surprise on Becky's face when all she did was walk towards the door, without even a questioning look, and made her way to the punishment bedroom. Sara hoped that would make Becky do exactly as she was asked to do and give her the punishment that she had earned one to remember.

As usual, Sara went straight to the punishment bedroom. She got out one of the canes and the wooden-backed hairbrush, put them on the dressing table, and piled up the pillows in the middle of the bed, ready to perch on top of them. She then got undressed, and within moments she was naked, her nose pressed against the wall, her hands on her head, and she stood there, naked, waiting, this time for Becky.

Sara heard Becky coming into the room, and wondered if she was surprised or simply expecting to see what she did see. Sara knew it was right to be naked, as a show of submission to whichever mistress was going to discipline her. It was intended to show that the mistress was superior to her, which, after all, she always was because Sara knew that, out of everyone who ever came to the house, she was the one with the lowest status. She didn't see that as bad, but just the correct way of looking at it.

Moments later, she heard Becky call out to her, "Okay, maid, come over here and get across my lap."

Once again, Sara didn't even think of complaining or asking mistress Becky to go easy on her. In fact, as always, she felt exactly the opposite, wanted to have a stinging bottom, one she struggled with, to teach her to be more careful.

Sara immediately walked over to the now seated, Becky, and bent down across her lap. Her face was inches from the floor as well as inches from mistress Becky's upside-down legs. It was the view that she had had so often, although for the first time of mistress Becky. A moment later, she felt mistress Becky's hand on her bare bottom, rubbing in circles. What Sara was sure of, was that as she was getting the punishment bedroom ready and was getting undressed, her mistress would be explaining to mistress Becky just what she needed to do, and knew that was the right thing to happen. Sara really did hope that mistress Becky might only be eighteen, but would give her a really hard spanking.

Sara felt the first spank landing on her bottom, followed by spank after spank. She didn't know how long mistress Becky would spank her with her hand, but she could tell that she was a fit young lady, and she had heard them at lunch talking about going to the gym and doing weights. That was probably why Sara knew her bottom was stinging so quickly, and, as the spanking continued with mistress Becky's hand, Sara knew she was already struggling. Of course, that struggling intensified when mistress Becky used the wooden-backed hairbrush, and that was when the tears dribbled down her face, and then flooded down her face.

Becky had never given anyone a spanking before, but, having been told what to do by Jessica, she set about doing it with a flourish. Having been told that the maid had to cry buckets, Becky saw no reason to do anything other than give a really hard spanking. That very hard spanking was not just with her hand, but she also relished spanking the maid with the hairbrush, watching how each bottom cheek flattened so beautifully as the hairbrush landed, and the maid's bottom very quickly became bright red.

Becky enjoyed it as well, having given the preset two hundred really hard spanks with the hairbrush, when she gave the instruction, "Get up, maid, and go and perch your bottom on top of those pillows."

Sara realised that she had just been given one of the hardest spankings ever, but what that did was make her respect mistress Becky. She also conditioned herself to expect each stroke of the cane to hurt as she went to lay on the pillows, perching her bottom on top of them, in what she knew was the perfect position to be caned. What Sara knew, was age was no bar to giving a really hard spanking, and knew that was right.

Becky smiled as she watched the maid position herself, realising the maid's eyes were full of tears and wouldn't see the smile. She felt good about that, not thinking of herself as anything other than a very strict mistress, just as Jessica had told her to feel. Once the maid was perched on top of the pillows, Becky picked up the cane, and swished it a couple of times, again as Jessica had told her to do. It was all intended to get the maid worried about the pain that she was about to receive.

Becky then positioned herself, rested the cane on the maid's bottom, focused, raised the cane above her head, and brought it down really hard, enjoying the loud thwacking noise, how it bit into the maid's bottom, and the resulting gasp that the maid let out.

Becky then proceeded to land stroke after stroke, counting them out, listening to the gasp and yelp each time, and watching each welt develop. She really couldn't understand why the maid wanted this to happen, but as she was simply lying there, perched on top of the pillows, clasping hold desperately of the end of the bed, it was quite clear that the maid knew it was her place to accept the punishment in full. Equally, while she was gasping and yelping, the maid wasn't begging her to stop. That was another sign that the maid knew that this was a punishment that she needed to suffer.

As the caning continued, Sara struggled to cope, but knew this was all part of her life. Not just that, but a very welcome part of her life, and one that showed her respect for everyone around her. She knew all of this was her choice, which she willingly had made, and that whenever her bottom was stinging after a spanking and the cane, she threw herself into her work even more enthusiastically.

By the time the caning stopped, Sara knew that she was crying buckets, tears flooding down her face, wetting the sheet, but she also knew that she would be washing that sheet quickly enough.

Sara heard the instruction, "Okay, maid, you can get up now. Go and stand back on your naughty spot, and I will go and tell your mistress that I have dealt with you."

As usual, Sara wasn't able to speak because of the pain, but she was so pleased that she had coped with the punishment, as she always had done, and was also so pleased that it had been such a hard spanking and caning. It made her life as a maid so much more fulfilling, knowing her mistress had all that control over her.

Sara went and stood back on her naughty spot, her nose pressed against the wall, with her hands on her head. She heard Becky leave the room and it was several minutes before her mistress came back and ordered, "I hope you have learned your lesson again, maid. Now get dressed and back downstairs because you have a lot of clearing up to do."

Sara realised that her mistress had left the room before she could turn around and say anything. That was so right, she told herself, because why should her mistress waste her time, which was so much more valuable than her own.

Still so happy with her life as a maid, Sara did spend a few moments running her finger along the welts left by the cane, which she always loved to do, before getting dressed, and, as correctly instructed, went back downstairs to clear everything away.

Of course, by then, her mistress was in her office, working, and the three friends, including the very strict mistress Becky, had all left. Sara set about cleaning up everything, putting everything away in the kitchen, hoovering the carpet in the living room, and making sure that everything was in place and spotless. She loved every moment of doing that, and once again, it was hard work, which she happily carried out.

Sara still managed to have everything clean and tidy before her mistress finished working in her office. Once again, as well, Sara had time to think about making the final step in her transition from senior manager to maid.

When Sara heard her mistress come back downstairs and go into the living room, she went and stood in the doorway, standing silently, her hands clasped in front of her, looking at the floor, showing her respect as always, waiting patiently for her mistress to notice her and ask if she had something to say. It took several minutes, but, eventually, her mistress did ask. "Yes, maid?"

Sara stayed looking at the floor, as she said, "Please, mistress, I know you are looking after all of my money. However, I would be so much happier if I simply transferred it all to you, not just to manage for me, but to have it all for yourself."

Jessica knew that, by making that offer her maid really showed how complete her transition had become from senior manager to maid. Jessica knew that she didn't need the money, but, by accepting the offer, she was adding to the certainty that her maid would continue to work for her, forever. That really did suit her, because she couldn't imagine having anyone who was better suited to being a maid, nor as hard-working, respectful, and obedient. She therefore had no hesitation but to reply, "Okay, maid. I will do that. Oh, and I am pleased about that. Just so you know."

Sara was ecstatic at her mistress's comment. She was so pleased she had had the courage to ask her mistress, but she knew she now could look forward to the life she wanted.

Sara knew to return to mistress mode, and demanded, "Anything else, maid?"

Sara was so pleased that her mistress said yes, and, in answer to the question by her mistress, she replied, "No, mistress. I will now get on with my work."

Sara was so happy that she made the clear-cut decision to stay as the lifelong full-time live-in maid. Yes, the transition was complete, and both mistress and maid were totally happy about that.