Story: Kristina's New Client.

A new submission from Kristina Katyn, the author of  Kristina in Training, Polish Au Pair Takes Control, and Kristina's Secret Cleaning Job. 

Copyright 2021 by Kristina Katyn and Peter242

Kristina is out of practice and the poor quality of her cleaning leads to punishment

Author's note: I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow up to our earlier Kristina stories.  He has written other stories too, all as Peter242.  In real life, I have worked as a cleaner and housekeeper for a number of lovely families and hard-working single professional ladies, ranging from doctors and professors to fashion models and teachers.  I came to love cleaning work and I used to think up fantasies to relieve the tedium and physical effort.  You never know what your own cleaning girl may be thinking about!  My cleaning jobs paid my way through college and though now professionally qualified I still clean in my spare time for my ex and a small number of favourite clients, because I came to know them so well, and they like having me clean for them.  This story is based at least in part (!) on my own experiences.  We hope you enjoy it.
 


As Kristina stepped down from the bus and walked along the street, she was just thrilled that she had managed to get back home to the big city after such a long stay away during COVID lockdown.  She really appreciated the fact that her relatives had let her stay with them on their farm in the countryside because there was lots of open space there and wonderful views compared to the restricted views along an identikit street from her own home in London.  She had had to do quite a bit of helping out for them to justify her stay, of course, when not working remotely from her bedroom, but at least now she could get back to what she saw as her long-term calling, which was domestic service. 

Kristina was wearing her cleaning uniform as she did for all her cleaning jobs, mainly black with bits of white here and there and a hem just below the knee, partly disguised by a blue and white shawl, but anyone who saw her walking along knew what she was, which was a low-class cleaner and housemaid.  Kristina never minded that though, as being identified by passers-by as a domestic enhanced her feeling of being a low-status menial worker, which was the feeling that she most craved.  Kristina longed for the permanent simplicity of servitude as a way to escape the responsibility and stress of her intellectually and politically complex in-house legal position, and constantly dreamed about scrubbing kitchen floors and hanging up laundry in the houses of her betters, and of being reduced in status to the lowliest of the low, a domestic cleaner, a cleaning lady, a maid, a servant, a skivvy.

Kristina's fear as she walked along the quiet residential street was that she would run into a friend from her high-status life or, even worse, a work colleague.  She had some answers prepared for why she was wearing a maid’s uniform in a nice middle-class part of London, but none of them particularly convincing, so she rather riskily just hoped it would be all right.

Today Kristina was cleaning for Rebecca who was a newly-qualified barrister who had taken Kristina on by way of referral through a friend.  Rebecca lived in one of the smaller houses that she cleaned, but Kristina spent longer there than in most of her jobs because Rebecca was particularly strict with her and understood her need to be disciplined whenever her standards fell even slightly.  To help her training, Rebecca insisted on Kristina wearing full eye make-up, although no other make-up, which was intended as an added incentive to Kristina to avoid a punishment that would cause her to cry and hence her eye make-up to run.  Of course, that had happened more than once.

Rebecca was twenty-four years old, so ten years younger than Kristina, but had a natural authoritative attitude and no-nonsense demeanour, so Kristina knew exactly where she stood with Rebecca, which was way way down the social scale, on the very bottom where Kristina knew that she belonged, and which, as it happened, was also where she tended to be disciplined.

Rebecca rightly treated Kristina as the low-class person that her position dictated.  Kristina was there to clean for her and to do other menial duties whilst Rebecca got on with doing the things that she needed to do.  It was a standing order that if Rebecca went into the room where Kristina was working there was no conversation and Rebecca ignored Kristina‘s presence, and Kristina knew that was just what she needed to keep her in her place.

Kristina preferred being ignored as it took away any feelings of responsibility and her sole requirement was to do as she was told and not to question her mistress’s instructions.

There wasn’t even a discussion after Rebecca carried out her inspection and determined the punishment Kristina needed in order to encourage her to reach the state of perfection required, because Kristina knew all she would be shown was a written number on a piece of paper, between zero and twenty-five.  Zero would indicate a perfect score, no opportunities for improvement, and the closer the number was to twenty-five the more severe the punishment would be.  Before going to stay on her cousins' farm for lockdown Kristina had got Rebecca's number down to twelve, her lowest yet, and still that punishment had left her bottom ridged and sore for two days.

As well as being spanked and caned by Rebecca to encourage her to attain more perfect results, there was another form of punishment which Kristina was required by Rebecca to suffer which was confinement in a dark cupboard so that she could reflect at leisure on ways in which she could improve her work and thereby improve Rebecca's quality of life.  Following several confinements, Kristina had discovered that being left alone in a dark area increased her feelings of submissiveness and surrender, and she remembered so clearly when she was, ‘taken out for dinner.’ by her ex-girlfriend, Helen, and one of Helen's friends, but wasn’t allowed to eat with them and instead had to sit in the dark basement of the restaurant holding their coats near the door to the Ladies Room, and nobody even spoke to her while she was there.  She had found it a humiliating experience, yet her knickers were damp as she sat there knowing that it was right that in her low-status role this was how she should come to expect to live.  Kristina knew that no one would respect her, but everyone would expect her to respect them, and Kristina certainly respected Rebecca.

Rebecca had a built-in cupboard in the spare bedroom which was just four or so feet wide and the floor was only two feet deep as it backed underneath the staircase.  There was a shelf about three and a half feet above the floor and whilst the area below the shelf was intended for all sorts of domestic items Rebecca used it for quite a different reason for Kristina.  She would make Kristina undress to her underwear and then sit sideways to the door on the floor of the cupboard knowing she would have to bend her legs to squeeze into the area with her back against the wall. Her hands would be handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles would be cuffed too. A sleep mask would be placed over her eyes and then a black shoe bag placed over her head to entirely remove her vision.  In a final gesture to increase Kristina's humiliation, Rebecca would make her lift her bottom just off the floor of the cupboard and she, Rebecca, would deftly pull Kristina's knickers down her legs as far as her knees. It meant that Kristina could hardly move once the door was shut, and locked, nor could she see anything other than blackness.  Even if she had been able to see, she would have been looking directly at the inside gusset of her own knickers.

Kristina found that the confined position, with the total lack of light and of her ability to see, intensified her feelings of submission and inferiority to Rebecca, and such imprisonment, invariably for an uncertain period of time, would always make her damp between the legs in recognition that there was an element of sexual submission to Rebecca, never mentioned by either of them, but unmistakeable.  For Kristina, as a quite senior "legal eagle", having her knickers humiliatingly pulled down to her knees by a young barrister just out of law school was an added element of shame.  Thank goodness Rebecca had no idea who Kristina was in real life, although Kristina thought, "This is real life too, and more and more becoming so."

Rebecca knew how such isolation affected Kristina as she had noticed the signs and took to covering the floor of the cupboard with a large sheet of white paper for Kristina to sit on, and told Kristina that if there was a single stain on the paper then woe betide her.  Of course, it was a threat that Kristina found aroused her even more, but she knew that she had to be as restrained with her thoughts and feelings as possible and be careful to keep control because she knew that Rebecca took a no-nonsense attitude towards behaviour she did not permit.

Kristina arrived at Rebecca's front door, pressed the doorbell, and waited.  She waited for five minutes, in fact, before Rebecca came and opened the door.  During that time, she knew that she mustn’t ring the doorbell a second time as she had seen the vase on the windowsill which was the signal that Rebecca was definitely in and Kristina knew that if Rebecca was doing something when she rang the doorbell then she would just have to wait.  Kristina was conscious of people walking past the house and seeing her waiting, and some were neighbours who knew that she was the cleaner and heard the giggles from those who had seen her waiting obediently outside the door before.  It was all intended to ensure Kristina would be in the correct mind-set for her cleaning work and Kristina appreciated Rebecca's rationale and experienced how successful it was in reinforcing her lowness of rank and deference towards Rebecca.

When the door was eventually opened, to Kristina’s surprise there were two girls there, Rebecca, her mistress, slim, fit, dark-brown haired, and also a girl about the same age with pale skin, freckles, black curly hair and blue eyes, and both were grinning wildly as if they’d been sharing a funny story.

“Oh hi,” said the curly-haired girl, “you must be Rebecca’s cleaning girl. Rebecca says if you have time, you might be able to clean my place sometime and it really needs it.”

Kristina bobbed a jokey curtsy at the young lady and replied, “Of course Miss, if Miss Rebecca were to allow it, I would be very pleased to help you.”

 “OK, great,” said the curly haired girl. She gave Rebecca a "Bye bye," came out of the front door, and headed off.

“Bye bye, Clarissa, see you later,” responded Rebecca. 

Rebecca addressed Kristina, “Well, Kristina, you had better come and get cleaning.”

Kristina knew to walk in, curtsy, and then put her handbag down on the floor and took off her shoes as another show of respect, and immediately got on with her work, not expecting anything more from her mistress.

Kristina did make a point of noticing how Rebecca was dressed in an informal and quite short blue-grey lounge dress, that showed off her well-toned arms, her flat tummy, and well-toned legs.  Kristina made a mental note to get herself into better shape, although with all her jobs where was the time?  Mistress Rebecca wasn’t worried about Kristina’s looks, though, just her standard of work, so Kristina realized that she would have to make her cleaning work her substitute for going to the gym.  She knew that cleaning a house was a good workout!

Kristina went upstairs first, picked up Rebecca’s laundry basket, took it back downstairs and transferred its collection of knickers, tights, socks, T-shirts and so on into the washing machine and switched it on.  She returned upstairs and stripped Rebecca’s bed and took the bedlinen down to the kitchen for the next wash.

Kristina then went back upstairs and cleaned Rebecca's ensuite bathroom.  She first approached the toilet, knelt down in front of it, as if before a throne, lowered her head and face as deep into the bowl as she could without touching and taking in the scents left there by Rebecca, recognizing the variety of aromas and knowing each one from previous familiarity, seeking out the excitement of the muskier and attractive smells and feeling a tingling in her pussy as she detected them.  Kristina observed as she always did the little marks and stains in the toilet bowl which told her that her respected young mistress Rebecca expected her cleaner, her maid, to clean even the most intimate and private dirt which she produced in her busy week as well she should.  That was what a maid was for, and certainly that was what Kristina was for which was to clean Rebecca's dirt and mess.  As she knelt on the bathroom floor and began to scrub the inside of the toilet bowl, Kristina knew that while for some cleaners this was the worst part of the job, she loved nothing better than to clean the toilets that her mistresses sat on, as she always felt that that job, of all the things she had to do, put her in her place and emphasised her low status servility more than cleaning almost anything else.  After toilet cleaning, next in the line of low-level servility was hanging up her young mistress's tights and knickers and emptying the bathroom bin with its collection of used make-up, tissues and female sanitary products.

Kristina next cleaned the rest of the bathroom, being as diligent as she could be but realised that as it had been some months since she had last cleaned it really well and that she was bound to miss some details here and there.  After all, she had never yet been able to reach the stage of perfection that Rebecca required, and so doubted she would get close to it today.  However, she did try her best just as she tried her best when she went into Rebecca’s’ bedroom and, as always, remade the bed, making sure that everything was tucked in correctly, before dusting and vacuuming.  She did catch her breath when she saw Mistress Rebecca’s short silk nightdress on the dressing table which she picked up, smelled and felt every part of it against her cheek, before going back into the bathroom to put it in the washing basket.

When Kristina cleaned the second bedroom, she looked at the cupboard and couldn’t resist opening the door knowing there was every likelihood that she would have to spend time inside on the floor by way of punishment, or ‘reflection time,’ as Rebecca sometimes called it, while Rebecca carried out her inspection, and Kristina felt little tremblings in and around her vagina at the thought.

When Kristina had finished cleaning the rooms upstairs, she cleaned the upstairs passageway, the stairs, and the downstairs hallway, lost in the pleasure she gained from cleaning.  She so preferred it to her job as a senior in-house legal counsel where she had to make so many decisions and felt so stressed all the time.  At Rebecca's house everything was simple: she just needed to do all the tasks one after the other, and there was no need to think or analyze or any of those complicated things.

Kristina next proceeded to clean the kitchen, which again she did as diligently as she could, but every time she stood up and looked at what she had just cleaned she saw one or two spots that she had missed, and told herself she had to clean better than that as she then cleaned those spots away, but was still worried there were other spots that she had missed which eagle-eyed Rebecca would be bound to see and punish her for.

Once she had finished cleaning the kitchen, she emptied the washing machine, took the bedlinen upstairs and ironed it all, enjoying the mundaneness as much as her other cleaning chores, folding it all neatly and putting it in the airing cupboard.

Finally, she went back downstairs again and into the living area and saw Rebecca sitting at the dining table. Kristina didn’t say anything but cleaned the sitting area first and then stood on the dividing line between the living area and dining area and waited, hands respectfully crossed in front of her apron. It was at least five minutes before Rebecca turned around, saw Kristina, collected her papers, and walked past Kristina without saying a word or even looking at her, and went in to the kitchen.

Kristina knew that Mistress Rebecca wouldn’t say anything, but still curtsied as she passed in respect for Rebecca's superior position, but, as always, Kristina knew it was appropriate that she be ignored. Rebecca was making it quite clear that she would ignore her domestic staff when she wished to.

Once Kristina had finished cleaning the living room she went and stood at the door to the kitchen and waited. Another five minutes passed before Mistress Rebecca looked up with a glare and demanded, “Finished, girl?”

Kristina caught her breath (she both hated and loved being called "girl" in that demeaning way), curtsied and replied, “Yes Miss. Please would you check that I have carried out my work to your satisfaction.” Kristina loved how she had to show respect at all times to a woman ten years her junior, but her superior in every way. Just uttering such words of subservience induced wetness in Kristina's knickers every time.

Rebecca ordered, “Then get undressed to your underwear and go to the spare bedroom.”

Kristina unzipped her maid's dress, slid her arms out of the sleeves, stepped out of it, and folded it neatly and placed it carefully on the floor. Rebecca always said that if the floor had been cleaned properly then it wouldn’t matter, but in any case, Kristina wasn’t permitted to put her clothes on any of the chairs or tables, just as she was not permitted to ever sit on any of Rebecca's chairs. Rebecca's furniture was for Rebecca's use and that of her guests, and she had said, ‘...not for my domestic staff to enjoy.’

Kristina was thus left in her underwear of white cotton knickers, full high waist with a lacy front and a little white bow, matching bra (today anyway) and her hold-up stockings which were black (to match her maid's dress), with their lacy, sticky tops which Kristina found perfect for cleaning; they looked great, clung firmly to her thighs and unlike with tights caused no nylon sweatiness in her lower regions.

Kristina walked along and into the second bedroom and stood obediently by the built-in cupboard and was already getting quietly excited at the prospect of being locked into that cramped dark space with nothing to look at other than blackness. She curtsied again as Mistress Rebecca followed her into the room and opened the cupboard door.

Rebecca didn’t need to say anything because Kristina knew she had to squat down and then shuffle herself sideways into the little space, seated on the usual sheet of Rebecca's detection paper. Once in place, Rebecca placed a sleeping mask over Kristina’s eyes and then put the black shoe bag over her head so it rested on her shoulders. Rebecca then ordered, “Hands behind your back and lean forward,” and secured Kristina’s hands in place with the handcuffs, and then did the same with Kristina's ankles. "Bottom up," Rebecca said, and deftly pulled the senior lawyer's knickers along her thighs to her bent knees, exposing her maid's most intimate region to ensure her submission and shame. Kristina then heard the door being clicked shut and locked, and Rebecca‘s footsteps disappearing out of the room.

Kristina settled down, with very little space to manoeuvre, with her hands in the cuffs behind her back, her knees bent and her ankles cuffed, as she waited as Rebecca checked the work she had done. It was always a tense time because she knew that Rebecca marked her work stringently, and was a firm believer that every shortcoming should be dealt with severely so that next time her maid would have motivation to improve. It was what Kristina wanted as well, having decided that her ultimate desire in life was, step by step, to allow her professional status and social status as a lady lawyer to be taken away and slowly replaced by her jobs in domestic service, and to become a full-time maid as her position for the rest of her life, without any responsibilities or complexities. She also knew she needed to be trained to achieve the highest standards for her mistresses and if she walked home with a stinging bottom then that only helped her to learn.

As always, Kristina submitted to the feeling of helplessness and submissiveness in the darkness although she could hear Rebecca walking around the house. Of course, as usual, she was way down the list of things that were important to Rebecca and a few times she heard Rebecca's mobile phone ring. Kristina could hear Rebecca chatting happily and heard her say, “My cleaning girl is still upstairs,” but she certainly didn’t mention that her cleaning girl was hooded, locked and bound and waiting for Rebecca to come and deal with her. Rebecca answered one question with, “I’ve nearly finished with her. She should be out in about an hour,” which reminded Kristina that despite her high-powered day job, which Rebecca knew nothing about, in Rebecca's eyes she was the lowest of the low. Of course, Rebecca was totally right dealing with her friends first and leaving Kristina to be dealt with last as the maid; like a vacuum cleaner or a mop -- simply been put away in a closed cupboard until her mistress had more use for her.

As the darkness and restriction took a hold on Kristina, she knew that she was getting more and more aroused by her predicament as she suffered the humiliation of having to sit in the cramped cupboard space pondering her menial status, but was also thinking about the punishment which was surely to come. Just as she knew that Rebecca took punishment seriously and never held back, both of them knew that that was what Kristina needed.

As Kristina thought all these thoughts, she realised that her pussy was becoming moist, and was certainly worried that her juices might leak down onto the sheet of paper she was positioned upon. It had happened twice before, and both times after being spanked and caned for her less than perfect cleaning work she was dumped back into the cupboard with the sleeping mask and shoe bag once again covering her face and turning light into blackness, and she was left there for a good few hours, at least three or four. Of course, she wasn’t left interrupted, but every half an hour or so Rebecca would open the cupboard door and give Kristina several very hard hits with a leather strap to the leg closest to the door and, to finish off, made her bend her leg sideways onto the floor and then hit her with a leather strap really hard three times on her inner thigh, each time getting a gasp of pain and shock from her maid. There was never any admonishment from Mistress Rebecca, just the hard stinging so well deserved and pain-filled strokes.

After quite a while the cupboard door was unlocked and pulled open, although even then Kristina only realised that from the noise itself because she still couldn’t see anything.

Rebecca ordered, “Lean forward, girl,” and as Kristina did so she undid and removed the handcuffs before doing the same with Kristina's ankle cuffs.

Kristina then felt her upper arm clasped tightly and Mistress Rebecca was guiding her out of the cupboard and helping her, still hooded and blind, to her feet. There was a pause, probably as Rebecca examined the piece of paper upon which her maid had been seated, before the cupboard door was then closed which meant that Kristina would not be able to see whether she had stained the paper lining on the floor, although Rebecca would already know the answer, and Kristina was left in that awful unknowing position. Once again, though, Kristina told herself it was for Rebecca to know and she only had to tell Kristina when she chose to do so and not waste her breath otherwise.

Kristina heard the instruction, “Keep still, girl,” and she felt Rebecca loosening the shoe bag and lifting it up over her head, quickly followed by removing the sleeping mask. Even so, as Kristina opened her eyes the light hurt them but she knew to keep her eyes closed as much as she could. It didn’t altogether matter as, once again, Rebecca clasped her by the upper arm and led her across the room where she must have sat down as Kristina felt herself being guided across Rebecca's lap and her bare tummy lay across Mistress Rebecca’s bare thighs, her bottom raised up, her knickers still down at her knees, her bra still on. Rebecca had pulled up her own dress to the top of her thighs, no doubt to avoid any leakage from Kristina’s pussy staining her dress, and Kristina felt ashamed, like a naughty girl, in this position, across the knee of her fully-clothed superior, arms dangling and aware that her girly bits would be visible from the rear between her legs.

Kristina did open her eyes momentarily and looked down onto the floor because she knew there would be a large piece of paper on the floor with a number written clearly on it. She saw it was the number twenty-one, and she gasped because that was the highest number that she had received since starting in maid service for Rebecca. Clearly, she had forgotten a lot of what she had to do with all those months being away during the lockdown, but she was certain that Rebecca would promptly correct her errors in a most effective way.

Kristina was conscious of a pause when nothing was happening. She was not to know that Rebecca was simply enjoying the moment of her power over Kristina, the fact that she, a young barrister just starting out in her career, had a grown woman, and a pretty one at that, cleaning for her and also spread over her lap, almost naked, waiting in anticipation for whatever punishment Rebecca chose to give her. Kristina was not to know that Rebecca’s pussy was tingling too, or that Rebecca loved Kristina’s obedience and loved the touch of skin on skin, and the proximity of Kristina’s pussy to her own.

Rebecca noticed that Kristina’s pussy was glistening with wetness. How great to have a cleaner who seemed to love cleaning and to love even more being disciplined for her shortcomings.

Kristina was wondering to herself what Rebecca would think if she knew that Kristina’s other job was that of senior in-house lawyer for a well-known corporation -- as she felt the first spank as Rebecca’s hand smacked down hard on one of Kristina’s pale bum cheeks, and then followed rapidly onto the other, both cheeks now flushing pink. Kristina’s eyes flashed open with shock and she caught a glimpse of Rebecca’s well-toned upside-down legs before the light got too much for her again and she closed her eyes again.

Kristina knew that Rebecca only ever gave her a hard spanking, relentlessly and persistently, because she was a fit young woman who worked out every day, and, as the spanking continued the pain and heat intensified. Initially, Rebecca was spanking alternate bottom cheeks, then changing to spanking the same bottom cheek time and again before spanking the other bottom cheek time and again, all of which took many minutes and was followed by several more minutes when Mistress Rebecca repeatedly slapped hard the backs of Kristina’s’ upper legs.

Kristina knew how true it was that the real spanking only started when she was desperate for the spanking to stop, and that was just how Rebecca dealt with her, by increasing the power of her spanks once she was happy that Kristina was really feeling the pain and was becoming desperate for the spanking to end.

Spanking with her hand was never enough, and Rebecca picked up the wooden-backed and handled hairbrush which she had placed within easy reach, and then proceeded to beat Kristina with the wooden back of the brush time and time again. From the hairbrush, Kristina’s bottom suffered a different pain, a thwacking thump on each buttock, time after time. With a score of twenty-one Kristina knew that would mean an awful lot more strokes of punishment, although she had already given up trying to count the strokes and all she could do was cry out and squirm around on Rebecca’s lap as the punishment continued.

When Rebecca stopped, Kristina’s bottom was flushed deep red from the spanking and bruised blue in parts from the impact of Rebecca’s wooden hairbrush. Kristina let out a breath with relief that the strokes had ended, but Rebecca still had more of a lesson to teach Kristina as Kristina’s work had been of a particularly poor standard today so Rebecca wanted her to suffer more as she was looking for perfection, just as Kristina desperately wished to clean to perfection. Both girls’ desires were completely aligned there.

Rebecca ordered, “Stand up, girl, we’re not finished yet. Go over to the window, open the lower half of it and prepare yourself for the cane. You need some real pain to become good enough to clean my house properly and your eye make-up is looking too perfect.

“Oh no,” thought Kristina to herself, as this was a punishment which Kristina dreaded. She would have to open the lower half of Rebecca’s sash window, overlooking the quiet residential street in which Rebecca lived, and lean out of the window with her arms wide and her hands on the window sill while Rebecca would pull the window down over Kristina’s neck and shoulders, sufficient enough to stop Kristina pulling her head back inside. Kristina would be trapped in place for her caning, just in her bra with her knickers still round her knees, unable to cry out because she would alert the whole street.

“Come on girl! We haven’t got all day,” admonished Rebecca as Kristina hesitated.

Kristina mechanically did as she had been bidden, looking frantically across the street to see if anybody was visible through the windows of the houses opposite, as it seemed like she had placed her neck on an executioner’s block as Rebecca carefully pulled the window back down to hold her maid securely in place. Kristina scanned with her eyes down from the first-floor window along the street in both directions, trying to look as if she was simply leaning out of the window to have a breath of fresh air and a gaze. It was mid-afternoon, the sun was shining amongst scattered clouds and it was a breezy day, but no one appeared to be around. Thank goodness, reflected Kristina to herself.

Rebecca surveyed her victim’s rear which was pouted up to receive its punishment with Kristina’s moist pussy and sparkling clean anus completely visible to Rebecca's interested eyes. Kristina’s bottom was really very shapely, she thought to herself as she stepped to the window and semi-whispered out of the window to Kristina’s right ear, “Prepare yourself, girl, for at least twenty-one extremely hard strokes, and don’t make any noise or the whole street will come out to watch, and you will be the show.”

Rebecca methodically took an extended backswing, and with all her might and careful aim swished the rattan cane through the air and cut it into Kristina’s pinkened buttocks as if she was trying to get it to come out the other side. Kristina took in breath with shock, squeaked, grimaced, and pulled up her neck and head to be resisted by the wood of the window sash and whilst Kristina took several deep breaths, all the time she was trying to ensure to the outside world that she looked as if she was just enjoying the afternoon air.

There was a pause although Kristina could not, nor would she dare to if she could, look round, but Rebecca was merely pausing for effect. She knew that Kristina would be imminently expecting the second stroke, but Rebecca wanted the next cut into Kristina’s delicate skin to be a surprise.

With a swish and a crack, it was a surprise as the second stroke cut into Kristina’s bottom and psyche at the same time. Gazing at the street one moment, feeling a stingray tail sting like a cutting shard of glass across her buttocks the next, Kristina nearly screamed but that would never have done in an English residential street, so she bit her lip and gulped, her body squirmed crazily like a snake, she panted with pain, and slowly her posture and psychological state calmed down.

There was a further pause while Rebecca, uncaring about the complicated combination of pain and psychological satisfaction being suffered by Kristina, considered where and when best to place her next cut of the cane, while enjoying the emergence of a second red line across her maid’s once pristine bottom.

To Kristina the pause was a mixture of relief and trepidation.

Just then though she spotted a movement in one of the houses across the street and she thought she could see someone behind one of the windows on the first floor, at the same level Kristina was on. It was difficult to see clearly because the windows opposite were so full of reflection, but Kristina thought she could see a figure set slightly back from a window in a room, watching intently and holding up something small. Omigosh, thought Kristina, it’s a girl, and she’s holding up a phone, taking a picture, or maybe worse videoing her discomfort?!

There was a crack as stroke number three cut into Kristina’s thoughts and bottom. She gasped with shock and pain, kept her mouth as shut as she could, and inside the room Rebecca was amused as Kristina’s bottom and legs danced around as the lower half of Kristina’s body tried to dissipate the pain.

When the fourth stroke landed, Kristina tried to think through the pain, but became overcome by her helplessness under the heavy window, felt humiliated that one of the neighbours might even be filming her misery, and burst into tears of self-pity and despair.

The fifth stroke lashed into Kristina’s behind and Kristina knew that her tears would already be smearing her eye make-up down her cheeks and her face would be a mess.

With the sixth stroke, and a stinging pain again, a couple of teenage girls came into view walking along the street towards Kristina so that they would pass under her window soon and Kristina tried to shape her smeared face into what she hoped looked like a calm smile on the face of a girl who though crying could still smile a bit. They passed right under the window, on her side of the street, just as the seventh cane stroke slashed into Kristina’s bottom and Kristina could not stop herself letting out a gasp and the girls looked up.

Kristina weakly waved with her right hand and smiled again. The teenagers half-smiled back and carried on their way just as the eighth stroke wiped the smile off Kristina’s face. Still so many strokes to come, thought Kristina through her tears as the ninth and tenth strokes struck.

On and on the strokes landed, with the pain intensifying with each very hard pain-filled stroke and Kristina’s gasps were getting louder and louder even as she strained to keep as quiet as possible. Towards the end, Kristina had her eyes tightly closed whilst shaking her head from side to side and hissing in and out through clenched teeth to help her cope with the excruciatingly painful strokes raining down on her bottom.

Rebecca had made the last few strokes the hardest of all as she took punishing Kristina seriously, knowing that Kristina would benefit from the dread of being punished severely to help her learn, but she didn’t see it was her duty to show Kristina all the things she had missed or forgotten while cleaning as that was for Kristina to work out for herself.

Once the caning was over Rebecca stepped back and surveyed the scene as Kristina, still trapped in place by the window, calmed down and her legs stopped dancing around the floor. There were twenty-one clear ridges of red across Kristina’s bottom in parallel lines and her pussy was unmistakably wetter. Rebecca reached for her phone and took several photos of her handiwork, and replaced the phone on the nearby table. Then, she knelt down behind Kristina’s bottom, took a close look at her shiny pussy and pristine anus and breathed in through her nose to better detect Kristina’s scent. Part of Rebecca wanted to run her finger along Kristina’s soaking pussy lips whilst another part of Rebecca wanted to wet the tip of her cane in Kristina’s pussy and then insert it gently into Kristina’s anus to see what Kristina’s reaction might be. Yet another part of Rebecca wanted to bury her nose and mouth between her cleaning girl’s buttocks and lick her.

However, Rebecca swiftly dismissed all these thoughts as Kristina was her cleaning girl, so how could she even think these things, and she wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but just thought Kristina was attractive, well, attractive for a cleaning girl.

Kristina, safely secured outside the window was unaware of all these things, although was painfully aware of her thrashed bottom, and glad that her punishment appeared to have reached its end. The girl in the window opposite whom she had thought might be filming seemed to have disappeared so in all Kristina just felt relief. A few moments later she felt the sash window being raised, finally, and withdrew back into the room, to face Miss Rebecca with her smeared and tear-stained face.

Rebecca instructed her, “Go downstairs and get dressed, girl.”

“Yes Miss. Thank you Miss,” replied Kristina, gingerly pulling up her knickers.

Mistress Rebecca didn’t wait for Kristina to recover but left the room and went back downstairs into the kitchen and sat down again and carried on with her work.

It did take more than a few moments for Kristina to recover, but she did and made her way downstairs feverishly rubbing and clutching her extremely stinging bottom cheeks, and still crying. When she got to the kitchen and saw her mistress Rebecca at the table she again curtsied before bending down and picking up her maid’s dress, stepped into it, slid her arms into the sleeves, and zipped it up behind her back.

Rebecca purposely didn’t say anything to Kristina.

Kristina curtsied again and said, “Thank you very much for taking the time to try to make me into a better maid for you Miss. I am sorry that I didn’t clean better today,” and turned and walked out into the hallway.

It was then that Rebecca stood up and followed Kristina to the door and, before she could open it, put her hands on her maid’s shoulders and turned her around so they were looking at each other. Rebecca smiled at Kristina and said in a warm tone of voice, “Take care, Kristina, learn from your punishment, and I will see you next week.”

Those warmly said words told Kristina everything she needed to know about the way that Rebecca thought about her. Yes, she was just a low-status cleaner to Rebecca, but Rebecca wanted her to continue in her service, which was very satisfying for her. Kristina let herself out of the front door of Rebecca’s house, happy even with the pain of her stinging bottom.

Kristina wanted to come back to clean for Rebecca even knowing that she would have to go through that self-same punishment each time, but Kristina knew that being punished like this was the best way to teach her to improve her cleaning capabilities and she wanted to aim for perfection for her mistress. Even as she walked home, subconsciously rubbing her bottom until the first giggling comment from a passer-by about the likelihood of her being spanked because of her make-up-stained face stopped that, but even then, her stinging bottom did make her think about what the mistakes had probably been, and she told herself she would have to do better next time.

Kristina sniffed back tears as she walked and focused back to her time bound up in Rebecca’s cupboard, and became aroused, and smiled at the thought of her juice leaking down her inner thigh and nearer the piece of paper under her bottom. She was not sure whether she had left any tell-tale stain on the paper, but she knew what the Rebecca’s written number meant, as a score of twenty-one now seemed to indicate twenty-one strokes of the cane. Kristina could feel her knickers were becoming damp again and, even as she got more bewildered looks from people walking towards her, she knew what had happened today was important towards her transition one day to being a full-time maid work.

***

Seated on the bus, her face still smeared with eye make-up, Kristina checked her phone for new messages. There were two, both from Rebecca. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed to herself as she opened the first one. There was a photo of a shapely reddened female bottom, all intimate parts clearly visible between the bottom cheeks and numerous deep red parallel stripes and ridges across it, and there was a caption below it which read, "This is the bottom of a cleaning girl who needs to work harder and better." Kristina blushed profusely and quickly shielded her phone in case anyone could see what she was looking at but the people near her seemed to be buried in their own thoughts. 

The second message appeared to be a video which she would have to watch when she got home, she thought. However, she suddenly noticed that, "oh my goodness!" again, it showed the face and bare shoulders of a girl leaning out of an upstairs window, as if filmed from across the road! The girl was Kristina herself, with extremely smudged eye make up! She appeared to be trapped in place by the lower half of the window, and, clearly visible through the glass within the room, frozen in freeze-frame, was visible the figure of Rebecca with her arm raised high behind her ​in the air and, in her hand, there was unmistakably a cane. How, thought Kristina to herself, how does this exist, how is my shame captured on film?!

Then, she realized: it must have been Clarissa!

THE END