Story: Kristina's Holiday Week.

By Kristina Katyn

Author's Note:

 "I wrote this story together with my friend Peter242 as a follow-up to our other Kristina stories.  Peter242 has written other stories too.  For myself, I have worked as a domestic cleaner in real life for a number of families and busy professional ladies.  We hope you enjoy it."

Kristina smiled to herself as she wheeled Mrs B’s suitcase into the house, knowing she was going to be skivvy for the week for both Heather and Mrs B, and she was happy to do so.  It was slightly strange, given that the rather dominant Heather was twenty-four years' old compared to the submissive Kristina’s thirty-four, and Kristina knew that Mrs B was fifty-something.

Heather had instructed Kristina to take the week off work so she could serve both Mrs B and herself for their holiday week, which Kristina was more than happy to do as she was drawn to the domestic servitude lifestyle and much preferred the prospect of that life to her primary job as a well-paid but stressed corporate lawyer.

Mrs B had been for a while Heather's dad’s girlfriend.  They had met four years ago, and well after Heather had bought her own place, but her dad asked Heather to be friendly to her and even call her "Mum".  Heather was happy to do that and even after the relationship ended Heather and Mrs B remained friends and as Heather had got used to calling Mrs B Mum, she continued to do so.  They liked to go away on holiday together and, like now, often stayed in the other’s home for a holiday break.

 

The last time Heather and Mrs B were together was when Heather and Kristina were still in a relationship and sleeping together, so things had changed dramatically since then because in the interim Kristina had been dropped by Heather as her girlfriend, but had pleaded so much to continue that Heather had had pity on her and allowed her to stay in touch, but on the condition that their relationship be downgraded to that of mistress and live-out maid, so that Kristina became in effect Heather’s personal "lady's maid" and house cleaner, although unpaid.  Kristina was always hoping that if she did a good job Heather would appreciate her qualities as a girlfriend again and promote her back to her bed.  Kristina didn't know it, but once Heather had seen how rapidly Kristina had allowed herself to be downgraded from girlfriend to unpaid domestic skivvy, Heather had lost all respect for her former bedmate and had determined simply to use Kristina's needy and pathetic submissiveness for her own benefit.

So, Mrs B was one of those mutual friends who had known Kristina when she and Heather were lovers.  The first time Kristina met a previous mutual friend, Heather had explained how things had changed and that Kristina was now her cleaner and skivvy, and Kristina was initially hugely embarrassed and turned red with shame.  However, Kristina soon found out that such humiliation turned her on and from then on always stood obediently silent looking at the floor whenever Heather explained her change in status, knowing that her knickers were usually damp by the end of the explanation.  Kristina came to love the way in which previous friends looked at her differently, with a mixture of contempt and pity, once they knew her new status.  That embarrassment would happen yet again once Mrs B settled in, because Mrs B was not yet aware that Kristina was staying with them solely to keep the house in order.

In addition, Heather had already told Kristina that she had had brought a selection of punishment canes for the coming week as both she and Mrs B would have disciplinary authority over Kristina during the week, and that authority would be enforced if necessary with corporal punishment, which Kristina's bottom had become used to as a consequence of Heather's perfectionism.  Kristina had readily accepted Heather's decision, as she did all of her decisions, although with trepidation.  However, Heather had also told Kristina that she wanted them all to "have a lovely week together".  

Kristina had just finished an intense period at work and had secured the completion of a significant transaction and so was looking forward to spending the week doing menial work without any requirement to make decisions, although with the continuous underlying fear of being subject to Heather's discipline.  Still, whilst she hated being spanked or, worse, caned, she loved being close to her "Miss H" whom she welcomed being submissive to and whom she looked upon as her absolute superior in every way.  It still hurt her that the lovemaking with Heather had stopped a while ago, but she was making the most of it and saw being her maid as at least time being spent with her, and very helpful in her longed-for eventual transition from lawyer girlfriend to full-time lady's maid and domestic servant for Heather (at least unless Heather relented and took her back) and also she hoped for other employers.

Heather liked uniforms and had specified that Kristina’s maid’s uniform should be short-sleeved but with a short hem, and with hold-up stockings so that some bare flesh on Kristina’s upper legs would always be easily available, so that Heather could lift Kristina’s dress and slap her bare skin above the stocking tops with minimum inconvenience when she needed to make a quick point.

It was hot today and Kristina was happy with the freshness she could feel down below as a result of wearing hold-ups rather than tights.  She also knew that the tight short-sleeved dress meant that her arms and legs were very visible, as was her tummy.  Kristina thought her weight was OK, but knew that Heather thought otherwise and she quite often punished for "unnecessary eating" as Heather put it. 

Kristina carried Mrs B’s case up to the large second bedroom with its ensuite bathroom.  Once there she unpacked the case, checking Mrs B's tops and skirts and dresses weren’t creased before hanging them in the cupboard.  One top and one dress were creased and so she left them on the bed so she could iron them before putting them in the cupboard.  She knew that Heather would be checking in any case and if any clothes were put away creased then she would be sure to suffer a few cuts from one of Heather's instruments of discipline, which was an added incentive for Kristina to be careful. 

Heather did come up just as Kristina had ironed and put the last of Mrs B's clothes away.  However, when Heather checked in the cupboard, she picked out a top that she felt should have been ironed. ”You missed one, Kristina," she said sternly and to emphasise her point held Kristina by her upper arm and turned her sideways on as she sat on the bed, and rubbed the back of Kristina’s leg as she said just as sternly, “Make sure you check ALL of the clothes, girl,” pulled her hand back, and brought her open palm down sharply on the back of her left leg.  As she heard Kristina gasp, she landed her hand again on the back of her other leg, leaving each of Kristina's thighs reddened and smarting.

Kristina knew what was going to happen when Heather sat on the bed and squeezed her upper arm and turned her sideways on, and, whilst she never liked the pain of smacked legs, she told herself that was at least less painful than the cane and as each smack landed she reminded herself of that fact even as the stinging intensified.  As the pain died down, Kristina told herself it was her own fault for failing to iron the creased top and silently thanked Miss H for dealing with her so strictly. 

Heather ordered, “Iron the top, put it away, and then come downstairs so I can tell Mum about your role in this household.”

Kristina was sniffing back little tears as she did as she was told and made sure that the newly-ironed top had no creases on it when she put it in the cupboard.

Kristina then made her way back downstairs and into the living room where Heather was talking to Mrs B.  She saw both women smile as they saw Kristina enter.  Mrs B was now aware that she had equal disciplinary control over Kristina as well, and was sure an occasion would arise when she would exercise that control.

Trying to ignore the smirks, Kristina saw both ladies sitting on the armchairs and went to where Heather was sitting and sat on the carpet by her.  

Mrs B purposely looked surprised when she saw Kristina sit on the floor and listened intently as Heather explained, as though she didn’t know who Kristina was (a standard tactic Heather used to humiliate Kristina), “Forget the Kristina you knew when we were in a relationship Mum.  This is “Maid Kristina” who cleans my house and does my washing and ironing and all my other menial work for me.  In her "office" life she is a lawyer with a whole team reporting to her, but she knows and craves her true place in life as a subservient and obedient maid tidying, cleaning and running errands without question.  I have her here so she can look after us for the week, so that we can both have a real break from chores of any kind.  She is forbidden to use furniture in my space and will only ever sit on the floor, even at meal times when we are at the table.  I am sure she would not dare, but if you ever found her sitting on any piece of furniture, or indeed doing anything else you disapprove of, then I have found that she responds well to corporal punishment.  I have a brought a number of nice and whippy canes with me for the purpose of punishing Kristina if need be and I will give you two of them, one's heavier than the other, so that you should feel free to simply cane her if she disappoints you in any way.  The heavier one hurts more by the way Mum."

Kristina was blushing, but of course did not object even though she had known Mrs B as a friend beforehand.  However, that had now changed and it helped clear the atmosphere of any uncertainty that Heather was explaining out loud exactly how low Kristina had fallen, at least in all parts of Heather’s life and affairs.  Kristina was housekeeping staff and would be treated as such.  In truth, Kristina loved the feelings of humiliation and shame which washed over her when her new lowly position was explained to people she had known before and who had previously been her social equals, and even those who had previously looked up to her. 

Heather continued, “I call her Kristina but often refer to her as the "girl”.  She will do whatever washing or cleaning or other jobs you need done, so don’t hesitate to ask her.  Kristina is very clear that we are here on holiday and that she is here to work.  Right, Kristina?”

Kristina nodded in assent from her kneeling position on the carpeted floor, “Yes Ma’am,” she confirmed.

Mrs B reacted as though it was all news to her.  Kristina knew Heather was putting her in her place and it turned her on whenever there was a discussion about her but she couldn’t, indeed mustn’t, join in, as she was the domestic staff and had no business involving herself in her superiors’ conversations. 

Mrs B already knew the answer but asked in a serious tone, “Just so I know, which bedroom will the girl sleep in when she is here, one of the spare bedrooms I presume as I am in the second bedroom?” 

Heather kept a serious look on her face even though Kristina was blushing as she said, “The girl usually sleeps on the floor in my bedroom, but if you like I can lend her to you for a few of the nights we are here so that if you need anything in the evening or early morning she can attend to it without delay.” 

Again, Mrs B smiled as Kristina blushed in embarrassment.  

Heather looked at Kristina, patted her on her head like she would a puppy dog and with a smile said, “She’s a good girl, in the main, Mum, and even better when her bottom and legs are stinging, I’ve found.” 

Mrs B saw that Kristina looked at the floor even though the conversation was about her knowing there should be no eye contact with her superiors, unless she was addressed directly.

Heather added, “Don’t forget, if the girl’s standard is anything less than perfect then you must smack her legs or bottom hard.  Firm and painful discipline is the only way to ensure she maintains a good level of performance.” 

Kristina winced, but she knew it was only by Miss H being strict with her that she maintained her high standards.

Time was getting on, and Mrs B said in an authoritative tone to Kristina, “Girl, I need to get out of my travelling clothes and get changed.  Come with me and you can help me choose my clothes for the rest of the day.”  

Kristina smiled with pleasure that Mrs B needed her help so soon, and obediently followed Mrs B upstairs to her bedroom and focused on the floor by Mrs B’s feet as Mrs B unzipped her dress and slid it down her arms towards the floor, stepped out of it and left it on the floor.  Kristina noticed that Mrs B was wearing elegant and matching underwear by way of white bra and high-waisted white knickers, with a gentle floral pattern, the knickers secured in place by the pair of natural tone tights. 

Mrs B proceeded to ease her tights down her legs, gently stepped out of them and cast them on the floor next to her dress, leaving her in just her elegant bra and knickers.

Kristina immediately scooped up Mrs B's dress from the floor and started to look for a hanger to put it on. 

Mrs B watched Kristina, in a thoughtful manner,, and then asked, “Kristina, why do you do maid’s work for Miss H at your age and if you are a lawyer in your other life?” 

Kristina blushed, as she replied, “I live for submission to Miss Heather Ma’am.  My other life does not satisfy me completely because my deepest need is to submit to and serve others at a menial level.  I love it that Miss Heather uses me in any way she wishes Ma’am.  I am hers, that is my real purpose.”

“Does she pay you?”

“Oh no, Ma’am, I would be so embarrassed to receive payment for the joy of serving Miss Heather.  My other job covers my living expenses fortunately,” replied Kristina. 

 “What if you decided to stop?”

“The decision is not mine Ma’am.  I am legally contracted to serve Miss Heather for life and only she can terminate the contract, Ma’am.”

“Contracted?” Mrs B asked in a surprised tone.  Mrs B wasn’t aware of Kristina’s contract and was interested to know more.

Kristina explained. “In my other life I am a lawyer and to please Miss Heather and prove my devotion to serving her I wrote a contract for her to look at,  based on one of the template service agreements we use at the office.  Miss Heather made a number of suggestions to ensure the contract tied me in completely to her service and once she was happy with the wording of the agreement, we both signed it and our signatures were witnessed.  So, Ma’am, I am committed to working for Miss Heather until she decides to unilaterally terminate the contract, Ma’am.”

“I see, so what are the terms?”

“I have to attend her house every week at a pre-arranged day and time.  I must wash and iron her clothes and clean the entire house whilst Miss H relaxes or whatever.  Afterwards, I make us both tea and we discuss our week for a short while.  I must kneel on the floor and must never sit on any chair.  I then tidy away the things and Miss H carries out her inspection of the work I have done. Any errors or omissions earn a series of black marks and they are turned into strokes with Miss H’s riding crop or one of her canes although I am often spanked first on my bare bottom because Miss H says that she enjoys me being reminded me of my place by having my bare bottom across her knees, with only my fingertips and toes keeping me steady.  It really is how I learn to do things exactly as Miss H commands, Ma'am.” 

Mrs B asked in a surprised tone, “Presumably the punishments hurt, girl?”

“Oh yes Ma'am, the punishments hurt dreadfully, but I realise that I need the punishments to be intense and painful because that is what truly motivates me to work my very hardest for Miss Heather, and to learn best from my mistakes.”  

Mrs B asked, “I know Heather is not your mum, but most mums who discipline their daughters would hug their daughter afterwards.  Are you hugged, girl?”

“Well, she is certainly not my mum Mrs B,“ replied Kristina, “and she certainly does not hug me anymore, in fact the opposite; she canes me severely and then leaves me in the punishment position for a while so that I can reflect carefully on how to do things better next time and how to please her more."

Kristina blushed, she knew she had to explain as Mrs B didn’t know all the history, and said dolefully, “... As you know Ma’am, for quite a while Miss H and I were in a relationship.  She said she needed a cleaner and so I agreed to do that as well, just like lovers who live together might agree.  However, she tired of me as her bedmate, but I kept on cleaning for her and running errands for her and that is how I just skivvy for her now, but I love her using me.  She tells me what to do and that means I don’t have a choice but just have to do it, and I so love that, just as I love being in service so much more than being a lawyer Mum.”

“How intimate was your relationship with Heather Kristina?” 

“What exactly do you mean Mrs B?  We slept together and so on.“

“Yes, Kristina, but did you give each other sexual pleasure?“

“Yes,“ blushed Kristina. 

 “Including oral pleasure Kristina?“

 Kristina blushed more deeply at this exceedingly intimate line of questioning: “Well, yes, of course, we did things to each other like most girls in bed with each other would, or, rather, I would perform oral sex on Heather, but she never used more than her fingers on me.”

“Very interesting Kristina, thank you,” remarked Mrs B.

Changing the subject, Mrs B enquired, "That’s a nice and traditional housekeeping dress you’re wearing Kristina, did you choose it yourself or did Heather choose it for you?”

“Miss Heather chose it for me Ma’am, it’s new and she wants me to be well-presented as her housekeeper.  The neighbours see me come and go too, so it’s good to look good.  It’s the only new thing I’m allowed to wear though, she approves or chooses everything else for me too, but it all has to be pre-used and second hand."

“What, everything?”, asked Mrs B, “including shoes and underwear?”

"Oh yes”, responded Kristina, “everything.”

Mrs B cast her eye up and down Kristina and noticed that she was wearing black flat shoes which were clean, but which were somewhat worn and tights or stockings which looked all right, but she suggested, “Show me what you’re wearing underneath your dress Kristina.”

Kristina hesitated, “You mean lift up my dress Ma’am?”

“Yes”, replied Mrs B with irritation, "how else could you show me?"

Kristina grasped the hem of her dress with both hands and slowly lifted her skirts up to her hips, displaying to Mrs B a pair of hold-up stockings with elastic tops, one of which had quite a ladder in it, and a pair of baggy cotton full knickers, rather off-white, though with a little pink bow at the front, with a couple of small holes visible in the material.  

“Higher please,“ requested Mrs B. “I want to see everything.“

 Kristina lifted her dress up to almost her shoulders displaying her poor fitting bra, which was a pale cream, very aged, colour with a small amount of lace decorating it, if decorating is the right word.  Kristina’s bra did not match her knickers at all and did not seem to fit particularly well either.

 “I see”, observed Mrs B, “underneath your dress nothing is new, except perhaps your stockings.  Where did you get your undies from, Kristina?” she asked. 

 “From charity shops Mum”, answered Kristina, “whenever I pass one I go in and see what I can find.  The charity shops do not always put their underwear on display, but I have found that if you ask they often have a pile of underwear in the back room or the basement which they are wondering how to get rid of.  That is how I purchase most of my knickers and bras full stop.  They are generally very cheap usually between 10 to 50p only.  They also sell second hand nightdresses which Miss Heather likes me to wear at home in my bed.  They range from thick cotton nightdresses to worn out and transparent nylon ones.  And once I've bought them, I have to get Miss H's approval that nothing is too fancy for her housekeeper to wear.”

“And what about when you are at your lawyer’s job Kristina, what do you wear there?”

“Well, Ma’am, the same second-hand underwear!  Miss H made me bring in all my underwear for her to check a while ago.  She confiscated most of it and sent me home wearing none one Saturday morning, telling me to find more appropriate underwear for my true, domestic service, station in life.  So I did the best I could.  When I’m at my lawyer’s job, she wants me to be reminded of my true role, as her housekeeper.  Miss Heather even texts me messages me during my working day at the office, and requires me to sent her photos of my underwear from one of the stalls in the ladies room, by way of confirmation that I am obeying her instructions at all times.“

Mrs B took all this in, and noted, "How very appropriate Kristina that you only wear other women's used underwear; that certainly does confirm your true station in life."

"Yes indeed Ma'am", blushed Kristina, “and they're usually slightly stained in the gusset, although the charity shops try to present the secondhand underwear as clean as possible.  The hardest part is trying to find bras which are the right size for me and which match my knickers at least approximately.  As you can see I have not been that successful achieving that!  Miss Heather prefers me to wear nice new hold-up stockings whenever possible though, because they look good to other people and if one of them gets a ladder then I can just replace that one without having to buy a whole new pair of tights."

"All right Kristina, you may lower your dress now," announced Mrs B.

Mrs B was happy she understood Kristina's contractual arrangements with Heather, and was feeling aroused herself by the feeling of control she also had over the maid.  Mrs B could also feel that her knickers were damp with excitement at the level of her control over Kristina, and at Kristina's pure submission to her.   She remembered Heather saying she could also use Kristina for whatever she wanted and that she shouldn‘t ask, but just tell Kristina to do things for her as she needed.  Mrs B realised that Heather had meant that she could instruct Kristina to do chores for her, but Mrs B in her state of arousal found that other ideas were coming into her mind .

Mrs B had a desire to enforce her authority just as Heather said.

"Kristina, I would like to get changed now and need your assistance", said Mrs B.  "For a start I need to take this pair of knickers off, and please choose a fresh pair of fresh knickers for me from the drawer.  But first, please take off your own knickers, I want you to wear my used knickers this week.

"T-take off My knickers here, Ma'am?" stuttered Kristina, "Wear your knickers Ma'am?" she continued.

 "Yes girl, come on, we haven't got all day, take yours off and pass them to me for inspection" asserted Mrs B.

Kristina blushed again and reached up under her dress, pulled down her once-white cotton knickers to her ankles and stepped out of them.  Embarrassed, she passed them to Mrs B, who looked at them carefully.  The gusset of these knickers seems wet Kristina, why would that be?" she asked.

"Um, Ma'am, sometimes it just happens when I am doing domestic duties for ladies like yourself.  My body seems to enjoy being ordered around, it's a bit embarrassing." blushed Kristina.

"Hmm", said Mrs B.  'Lift up your dress again Kristina."

"Yes Ma'am", responded Kristina obediently and lifted her dress again, unavoidably showing Mrs B her not very well-kept pubic bush, visibly glistening somewhat between her thighs.  

"Kristina, I don't think cleaning girls should have body hair except on their heads.  Are your armpits smooth?"

"Well, usually Ma'am, but they may need an update", responded Kristina.  

"Make sure everything is smooth going forward this week Kristina, do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am, will do Ma'am" agreed Kristina.

Mrs B discarded Kristina's knickers on the floor in a bunch, reached up and eased down her own elegant knickers, which she realised were as damp as Kristina's.  She passed them to Kristina, "We're about the same size; put my knickers on girl, they're certainly used and knowing that you are wearing your mistress's knickers should enforce your servitude even more.  You can wear my bra too when I take it off in a moment."

Kristina took Mrs B's proffered knickers in her hands, noting almost subconsciously that they appeared even wetter in the gusset than her own, stepped into them leg by leg and pulled them slowly up all the way until she felt Mrs B's warm juices slide up against her own sensitive pussy lips, mingling with her own wetness in a tangle of forbidden intimacy.  The feeling of having Mrs B’s mature wetness pressing against her private parts was almost too much for Kristina’s self control and she shuddered visibly with a combination of surprise and excitement at such a forbidden act.

"Can you feel your mistress's pleasure at having an obedient servant girl Kristina?" asked Mrs B.

"Oh yes Ma'am", confirmed Kristina, discretely grinding her upper thighs together to intensify the thrill of her superior's intimate juices on her own precious pussy, "and I am so honoured to be privileged to wear your underwear Ma'am.  I can only hope that Miss H does not get angry and confiscate it for being too fancy."

'Heather is on holiday Kristina and will have better things to do than check your knickers girl, surely," responded Mrs B, "Take off your tired bra too and wear mine in its place - I'm sure you will feel the difference; and if your Miss Heather notices anything I will make sure that you do not suffer any unfair consequences."

A minute or so later Kristina was fully dressed again though proudly wearing Mrs B's nice underwear instead of her own second-hand bra and knickers which were left discarded in the corner.  Kristina was thrilled with the eroticism of being made to wear Mrs B's elegant and intimate things, it made Kristina feel appreciated, trusted, even a bit loved.

 "Now Kristina, do you know what a “special lady's maid“ does for her mistress?“ asked Mrs B.

“Well Ma'am, I suppose all the things which I am doing for Miss Heather - cleaning, laundry, hair drying and so on …

“Yes Kristina, that is right,” responded Mrs B, “but also more special services, I will tell him you what I mean.  It is a while since another person gave me any intimate pleasure, and now I find that I have to hand a devoted and submissive lady's maid conditioned to obey any instructions she is given.  So, I want you to give me intimate pleasures now with your mouth and tongue and do for me what you used to do for Heather, and please make sure that you give me an orgasm or else I will be disappointed with you, and that would not be pleasing for me."

"Er, give you intimate p-pleasures Ma'am?  But Miss Heather used to be my girlfriend and that's not even included in my contract with Miss Heather ... "

"Well girl, I'm not Heather am I?  And we have no contract in place, admittedly, but I happen to be standing here naked and you happen to be standing here dressed in my kickers and bra, none of that needs a contract.  And, Kristina, you are the house maid while I am your superior."

"Er, yes Ma'am, but Heather's rules are s-sort of the rules of the house and I'm n-not sure if it's r-right for you to ask me to do what you just said," spluttered Kristina, "and you're m-much older than me Ma'am."

"Not right, Kristina?  And what does age have to do with it?  My vagina needs attention just as any woman's does; does your vagina get any attention girl?"  

"W-well, yes s-sometimes Ma'am, b-but I do it myself if you know what I mean Ma'am.  And m-maybe you should check with Miss Heather."

"All girls like touching themselves and have their favourite sex toys Kristina, but I wish YOU to be my sex toy this week, and who knows perhaps in the future as well, if you're not too busy doing deals at the office.  I am not used to being disobeyed and I find your reluctance both insolent and inappropriate.  Heather has made it quite clear that you must do any job I want doing and that if I am disappointed in any way I should correct you with corporal punishment.  The job I want you to do is to be my living sex toy and give me orgasms with your tongue..  Are you going to do it, or am I going to have to use other methods to enforce your compliance with my instructions?"

Kristina looked downwards at her feet ruefully.  Mrs B was right in a literal way, but Kristina was sure that Heather did not intend that she should become Mrs B's sex slave.  Kristina would have loved to be invited to give amazing beautiful Heather an orgasm any hour of the day, but the last such occasion was two years earlier.  And love-struck Kristina had not slept with anyone since that day, in the hope that she and Heather might become lovers again.  And, Mrs B was, well, over fifty years old and, although an elegant lady, was not nearly as attractive to Kristina as Heather!

"I'm waiting,' said Mrs B; "perhaps you should fetch a cane for me girl, so that I can clarify the position for you ... "

Kristina saw that the game was up, "No need Ma'am," she shrilled, "of course I will do as you ask Ma'am, immediately.  I do apologize for being so silly."

"I am very glad to hear that Kristina, for your sake," retorted Mrs B with some menace in her voice.

Mrs B sat on the bed, slowly parted her naked legs and displayed her now glistening pussy lips to Kristina.  Mrs B then laid back fully on the bed, looking forward to putting her maid's oral skills to the test.

Kristina knelt on the floor between Mrs B's legs, enjoying the degradation of Mrs B’s stern look and bent down and kissed her inner thighs and could tell from her breathing that Mrs B was already significantly aroused.  Kristina looked at Mrs B’s mature but still damp and enticing pussy lips nestling amongst her pubic hair and leaned in and kissed her inner thighs again working her way up to her pussy lips.  Once there her kissing turned to nuzzling and licking as she edged her tongue inside Mrs B’s most private parts.

Kristina spent a long time working her tongue and mouth in between the folds and the depths of Mrs B's mature but excited pussy.  As she did so, Mrs B encouraged her by little phrases of encouragement as she moaned and thrust her hips and her pudendum closer, as close as possible, to Kristina's subservient mouth and tongue.  Mrs B's pussy was very different to Kristina's recollections of Heather's delicious pussy, it was bigger and deeper, but it was juicy enough and Kristina soon became used to the intimate taste of Mrs B. 

After a while, and when Kristina felt that her tongue and her lips might not last as long as Mrs B would insist they should, she felt and heard Mrs B making increasing increasingly excited and loud noises and moans until Mrs B finally gave way to orgasmic screeches and little shocked gasps and gripped Christina’s head tightly between her thighs as if she wanted it to always be there.

Mrs B groaned with erotic delight as she came knowing it was the best orgasm she had had for a long time and told herself she would use Kristina again as she was so much better than her sex toys ever were.  Kristina's face was wet and stained with Mrs B's private juices.

"Thank you Kristina, you are a good sex toy," whispered Mrs B as her spasms lingered before eventually subsiding.

Once Mrs B had recovered, she again put Kristina in her place and ordered, “You had better wash your face and then get on with your work girl."

Kristina knew she had so much to do but first said, “Shall I get you some clean knickers, and your change of clothes, ma’am?”

Mrs B replied, “Yes, girl, of course; the dress is the blue floral one in the cupboard.”

Kristina remembered the dress and quickly got it out and then opened Mrs B's knickers and bras drawers and picked out a pair of coloured floral knickers with pretty matching bra to go with Mrs B’s dress. Mrs B sat on the bed and Kristina knelt on the floor and held out the fresh knickers so Mrs B could slide her legs into them, and she then manoeuvred them up her thighs until they were resting in their correct place, snug against Mrs B's satisfied pussy.

“Stand up, girl,” Mrs B ordered.

As Kristina obediently stood up, Mrs B leaned forward and rubbed her hand up and down Kristina’s leg and said, “Make sure you keep this room clean and tidy this week, girl, or else your legs are going to be very red and sting a lot.”

Kristina felt flutters around her vagina as her legs were rubbed and even more as Mrs B’s hands rubbed her bottom. She knew her nipples were now taut and that Mrs B would see that she was aroused.

Mrs B could tell by the way Kristina didn’t resist at all that she was going to be compliant and as a final test she locked eyes with Kristina and with a smirk pulled her hand back and brought her palm down hard on the side of Kristina’s leg, saying afterwards, “That is a reminder of what will happen if you disobey me.” She pulled her hand back and landed a second hard smack and saw Kristina flinch and heard her gasp but noticed that she stayed still even though she didn’t know if the smacks would continue. They didn’t, though, and Mrs B stood up and said a stern, “Now get to work, girl."

Kristina watched as the strict Mrs B walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to see Heather.  Instead of getting down to tidying though, Kristina put her nose down to the bedding where Mrs B had been sitting and lying and took deep sniffs of the cotton coverings which were infused with the intense sex smell of Mrs B's vagina.  Kristina was infected with desire now and really hoped that Mrs B would use her again just as Miss H used to do and that maybe she would be requested to lick and and kiss her thighs and pussy time and again during the coming week.

Kristina stayed in the bedroom and opened the cupboard and saw the two wicked-looking canes she had seen when hanging up Mrs B’s clothes and this time took them out and put them on the bed. Kristina reckoned that she would be feeling those canes sometime during the week for sure. Kristina had been caned at school, albeit usually over her knickers unless she had been extremely naughty, whereas nowadays she was punished on her bare bottom.  

Kristina wondered to herself, "What would my executive assistant at the office think if she knew that her lawyer boss held a domestic cleaner's job when out of the office and was subject to corporal punishment in that role?"  Kristina had once flinched due to the pain of a well-ridged caned bottom when sitting down at her office chair, unaware that her EA was watching her.  She always wondered whether her assistant had noticed anything or drawn any conclusions.

Kristina knew she had to stop dreaming and get to work and went to the spare bedroom where there was a whole load of Miss H’s clothes which needed to be ironed. She found ironing so restful when in her cleaner role and so didn’t mind at all. 

Whilst Ironing, Kristina thought about Mrs B who she decided was very attractive to her.  The task of giving Mrs B an orgasm had made Kristina feel a special connection with her, a combination of lust and servility, with Mrs B as some sort of Heather substitute.  It had been nearly two years since she had been allowed to taste Heather's pussy.  The nearest Kristina could get to Heather's pussy now was to wrap the crotch of Heather's knickers round her nose before she washed them.  She continued those thoughts when putting the clothes away after ironing them and then could not resist going back into Mrs B’s bedroom and smelling the wet spot on her cotton her bedcovers again.  Kristina hoped that as the week progressed she would to get the chance to smell Mrs B's dirty knickers, just as she loved smelling Heather's.  

Kristina lifted her dress to admire the pretty and elegant bra and knickers she was wearing courtesy of Mrs B.  It was a bit strange to be wearing Mrs B's underwear but so intense to know that Mrs B's juices were mixing with hers down below.  It felt like Kristina's body was captured by Mrs B and encased in a special underwear uniform.  These feelings made Kristina shudder with feelings of submission and belonging.

Kristina swallowed hard at the thought of the canes and told herself that she needed to be extra careful and diligent for the whole week or else her bottom would be stinging almost non-stop as she knew there was no limit to the number of times she could be punished in a single day.  Heather had demonstrated that enough times.

***

Kristina finished tidying things up in Mrs B's room, did the same in Heather's room and proceeded downstairs to see what duties might await her there.  Heather and Mrs B were laughing and chatting happily at the kitchen table. 

'No noise now, girl, stand by the wall until we tell you," instructed Heather.

Kristina mouthed a respectful, “Yes, Miss," and obediently stood with her back against the wall and hands clasped primly in front of her, maid style, looking at the floor.  

After a little while, Heather asked her to get out the sandwiches she had made earlier together and make a pot of tea for them all.” 

Kristina smiled, “Yes, Miss,” she said and went to the fridge.  The sandwiches had been made by Kristina shortly before Mrs B had arrived.  She hadn’t had much time and was as careful as she could be to ensure that each slice of bread was buttered and had salmon or cheese inside it, as she knew Miss H might punish her if any of those ingredients were missing.  She made a pot of tea and then in two trips took in the teapot, and three plates cups and saucers, laying them all out on a small table she put in front of her two boss ladies.

“Thank you for bringing us our tea and sandwiches Kristina.  One thing though, before we have tea I think it’s time for a start-of-holiday underwear inspection, don’t you?“

“Oh no," thought Kristina; she realized that Heather was going to make her lift up her dress just to humiliate her in front of Mrs B, but she was now wearing Mrs B's very own very pretty underwear which was clearly new and not purchased in any charity shop.  What could she do?  Hopefully Mrs B would come to her rescue and explain!

"But Miss, Mrs B is here, it would be a bit embarrassing to lift my dress in front of someone else," responded Kristina, hoping that she could get out of this somehow.

"Don't be silly Kristina, Mum is part of the family and has seen lots of girls in their underwear, haven't you Mum?"

"Oh yes darling, of course I have, it's not embarrassing for me at all," said Mrs B, still enjoying the after effects of the powerful orgasm which Kristina had given her so recently, albeit reluctantly at first.    Mrs B had not appreciated Kristina's initial reluctance to serve her sexually, and was wondering how to keep the girl in her place going forward.

"But it's embarrassing for me Miss," begged Kristina to Heather, maybe we could please do the check in private later on?"

"Kristina, anyone would think you had something to hide: underwear check now!" ordered Heather.

"Yes Miss." responded Kristina, knowing that the game was up, and she raised her maids dress up high again, above her bust, displaying the pretty underwear which Mrs B had insisted she wear.

“Kristina!“ exclaimed Heather, “what are you up to?!  You will wear the sort of underwear I require you to wear!  That bra and knickers are far too good for a low-status cleaner like you!“

“Ma'am, don’t worry, I can explain…," blushed Kristina.

“Don’t even try to explain Kristina,“ responded Miss Heather to her servant.  “You know the rules perfectly well!  If you open your mouth again you will be punished doubly.“

Kristina was not sure what to say, but plaintively looked towards Mrs B, who was gazing impassively at Heather's partly-dressed servant girl wearing Mrs B's very own underwear.  But Mrs B said nothing to rescue Kristina, neither did she give anything away by her facial expression.  But then Mrs B proclaimed, "You are absolutely right Heather, how dare the girl wear such expensive lingerie?  And, look, the crotch looks damp, can she be turned on sexually by her wrongdoing being exposed like this?

Kristina was in turmoil.  The wetness in her pretty knickers was partly due to Mrs B's own wetness in Mrs B's own knickers!  Mrs B had instructed her to wear Mrs B's underwear!  And Mrs B was staying quiet on the truth of the position, though now was looking in a determined way directly at Kristina, and Mrs B's facial expression said, "You had better keep your mouth shut Kristina!" 

Mrs B spoke again, saying, "Heather, it is worse than I thought, the girl is wearing the very same knickers and bra which I took off when I arrived here when I changed my clothes.  She must have picked them up in my room and put them on herself!  How disgusting is that, that your low class maid is wearing my knickers, it's not all hygienic quite apart from the barefaced cheek and dishonesty involved!"

Kristina's face turned red at this turn of events, she so wanted to speak, her eyes glistened with passion for the rightness of her position, her lips began to try to form words but she had been told to remain silent.

"Are you out of your mind girl?!" spoke Heather.  "How dare you do such an inappropriate and disrespectful thing?!  You know the rules very well to start with, and to dare to put on the intimate undergarments of another woman, a family friend as well, is simply the most distasteful and loathsome thing I have ever heard of.  What do you have to say for yourself?  You may speak for this purpose only."

Kristina held her head in her hands, she knew she could not dare implicate Mrs B in this.  Both Mrs B and Heather were observing her with shock and disapproval.  "I'm s-so very sorry," she stuttered, "I know that what I am d-doing is completely wrong and is something no person should ever do, let alone a member of your domestic staff.  I am s-so ashamed Miss and Ma'am, I am so s-sorry to be in this embarrassing position."

"So, what caused you to do this outrageous thing?" enquired Heather.

Kristina looked bashfully with eyes lowered towards Heather, and then towards Mrs B.  

"Miss, Mrs B's underwear reminded me of the underwear I used to be allowed to wear before the new rules and Mrs B is an elegant lady who I look up to.  I had been helping Mrs B to get changed and I suppose my imagination and my repressed feelings must have just pushed me to try on her bra and knickers after she had taken them off; then they felt good and fitted well and so I just left them on Miss." lied Kristina.

"And what have you done with the underwear you were wearing Kristina?" asked Heather.

"Um ...", started Kristina, and then she paused because she noticed that Mrs B had disappeared upstairs.  A few moments later Mrs B came downstairs again with a couple of tired-looking undergarments in her hands;

"Heather, look, this bra and pair of knickers were discarded on the floor in my bedroom, the knickers have a noticeably damp gusset."  Heather took them, looked at them and agreed.

"Kristina, is it good performance of your work to leave your soiled underwear on Mrs B's carpet?" asked Heather.

"No Miss, it is not."

"Kristina, do you think that your "repressed feelings" as you say should have any part in the way you carry out your domestic duties?" asked Heather.

"No Miss, they should not."

"How do you think we should deal with this disgraceful behaviour Kristina?  What sort of punishment do you think might be suitable to dissuade you from doing anything like this again?"

"Miss, I think you might wish to cane my bottom to incentivise me to behave appropriately in future."

"I agree with your conclusion Kristina.  What is the most cane strokes you have ever received from me on a single day, may I ask?"

"Oh gosh, Miss, I think I received fifty strokes from you on one day."

"And that was just for poor cleaning performance!" expressed Heather, "We haven't even got to reviewing your cleaning work so far, that will have to wait for later in the week!  On this nauseating occasion you shall receive one hundred strokes, fifty from me and fifty from Mrs B.  What's more, we will ensure you are tied firmly in place so that you cannot even think of escape.  This is something I have never needed to do before Kristina, but I think it would be beneficial on this occasion.  To muffle your screams we will if necessary gag you securely.  Do you have anything to say?"

Kristina was still standing with her maid's uniform raised to her shoulders, putting her whole underwear-clad body on show.  She was terrified at the size of her punishment, her legs trembled and she realised she was wetting herself with fear.  A slow stream of urine was making its way into her, well into Mrs B's, knickers and escaping by dripping through the gusset with some also sliding down her leg, and it was beginning to form a little puddle on the tiled kitchen floor.

"Oh my gosh Heather, your maid is now urinating into my knickers and all over the floor!" expostulated Mrs B.  "It seems there is no end to her depravity!"

"Oh please forgive me ladies, expressed Kristina in tears, I'm just so scared about being caned, I didn't mean to cause all this trouble, I'm so sorry."

The urine stream had stopped now; "Enough of this continued nonsense Kristina, take off your dress, take off Mum's underwear, get on your knees and lick up your childish piss with this rag,' said Heather throwing Kristina's own faded knickers at her.  "I think I know what your gag will be when we beat you girl." she added with an air of disgust.

Kristina did as instructed and a few seconds later was kneeling on the hard floor, naked but for her hold-ups and black flats, her butt high in the air exposing her parts to anyone who may be watching while she wiped away with her knickers at the acrid puddle of piss on the floor.  

How had it come to this?  She had been so happy just ten minutes ago after bringing Mrs B to an orgasm and now in her terror she was wondering whether life in the legal department at her office job was better, safer.  What was the worst that could happen to her there?  To be fired she supposed, but she had managed to keep her job for many years when many others had lost theirs.  Her most recent appraisal had not been great, she had been told by her lady boss at the office that there had been adverse comments about her performance in certain transactions, and that she needed to pull her socks (well, stockings in Kristina's case) up if she wanted to retain her position as head of department.  But here in her domestic job she was facing one hundred (one hundred!) strokes with a rattan cane, and the pain and shame which that entailed, together probably with blood, her blood!  Kristina wondered whether her office boss might find it easier to just cane her butt rather than play the typical long, drawn-out HR game laced with knives in the back and whispered comments in corridors by rivals and jealous subordinates.  

Kristina had never faced more than fifty cane strokes before and the thought of it had already caused her both to cry and to wet herself!  What if she just said to her office boss, "I'm sorry I messed up!  Please cane me, here's a cane, I consent, I will work better, please tell HR everything's OK, just thrash me till I'm yelling and crying and let's get it over with!  Then I will get back to work with a sore bottom and you will know you have made your point and that the company's point has been made too."   Kristina was afraid of her office boss, Jessica, who was a tough and determined woman.  Jessica was married with children, but Kristina would have loved anytime to kneel between Jessica's legs and pay homage to her superior's cunt, to debase herself as much as necessary to show her subservience and keep her job.  

Kristina had so enjoyed bringing Mrs B to orgasm earlier that day, and now Mrs B had got her in the worst trouble of her domestic service life.  How could she possibly withstand one hundred strokes of the cane Kristina asked herself.  How could Mrs B be so mean to her and not tell Heather the truth?  And this was just the first day of their holiday!  She had never felt so unfairly treated in her life.  So why was her pussy so wet?

With Kristina's wee wiped up, she stood up and remained standing to attention against the kitchen wall, hands by her side, naked save for her hold-ups and flat shoes, clutching her wee-soaked knickers, her bush proud and distinct against her pale skin.  Her office job never required such humiliations she reflected, what would her colleagues think if they saw her now?

Heather took advantage of Kristina's statuesque position by taking a number of photos on her phone of her near-naked maid, standing in disgrace.  Heather had never taken photos before and Kristina was visibly alarmed and frightened at what Heather might do with these photos, clearly showing Kristina's face and nakedness.

"Don't worry girl, I will only use these if I have to," comforted Heather, "but I hear there are numerous websites which would love to have these photos of you posted, and who knows who might see them and recognize you?  Maybe your colleagues at the office might come across them one day, if I ever feel the need to post them that is."

"B-but why might you want to post them Miss?" asked the slightly-panicking Kristina.

 "You need to know your place girl, and a little humiliation might help with that," responded Heather, "and the beauty of the humiliation would be that people who know you might see the pictures but would probably never tell you; so every time someone at the office looked at you for a moment you would be wondering whether they had seen you naked and disgraced on the internet, perhaps they might be using you as their screensaver even."

 Kristina shuddered at this new possible turn of events, today was not going well she thought to herself.  Yesterday at the office she had been proudly in charge of her legal team, today she was a naked domestic servant, stained with wee, at risk of having pornographic images of herself uploaded to the internet and about to receive the most severe flogging of her entire life.  Somehow though, she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter ... 

"Stay standing there Kristina, but turn and face the corner while Mum and I decide how we want to punish you," instructed Heather.

Kristina did as she was told and heard clicks as Heather took more photos of her from the rear.  Kristina quivered with fear and anticipation.  She wanted to touch herself, but dared not.

While she quivered, Heather and Mrs B quietly discussed what exactly they were going to do to their terrified victim.

***

Kristina's punishment was going to be carried out in the kitchen.  Heather instructed that she lay across along the wooden kitchen table, grasping the far corners with her hands, her naked bottom on the near end with her legs near the legs of the table.  Using old pairs of tights, Heather and Mrs B methodically and firmly tied Kristina's legs at the thighs and at the knees to the legs of the kitchen table.  They knotted tights round her wrists at the far end and tied her stretched out wrists to the table legs at the far corner.  Kristina's pussy and bottom hole were clearly and purposefully exposed to her two superiors. Her pretty breasts were pressed flat against the table top.  Her pee-stained hold up stockings remained in place.

Your behaviour has broken all of the following rules: you have worn underwear above your station as cleaner, you have dared to take Mum's underwear and wear it yourself, you have then dirtied Mum's knickers by peeing in them, you have behaved completely inappropriately for your role and you have been a filthy disgusting slattern.  Mum and I will take it in turns to shred your bottom with our canes until it is as red as your face is with shame.  We will do ten strokes at a time and we will take as long as necessary for us to be certain that you regret your behaviour and will never dare repeat it.

"Do you understand why you are being punished so harshly?"

"Yes Miss," whimpered Kristina in response, her bare bottom twitching in anticipation of the pain to come.

"How will you behave going forward girl?"

"I will be a good girl Ma'am, I will do whatever I am told," replied the most senior female lawyer at one of Britain's biggest corporations.

*** 

The pain seared through Kristina's body and brain as Heather's first stroke cut into her maid's pale and pristine bottom.  Heather and Mrs B watched as the horizontal mark deepened and reddened across Kristina's buttocks.  "Ninety-nine to go," noted Mrs B, "How did that feel Kristina?" she asked.

"That hurt very much thank you Ma'am," respectfully responded the girl on the table, the piece of meat which was being thrashed.  She knew there was not room for ninety-nine more lines on her bottom, many of them would have to cross over one another and that, she knew from experience was the most painful thing.

Heather raised the cane again, to deliver the second stroke.

After ten strokes Kristina was weeping slightly at both the shame and the pain of it.  She was a senior lawyer in her office, how had she followed this route into humiliation, slavery and pain, how could Mrs B have got her into this horrible situation?

"Mum will deliver the next ten Kristina, make sure you thank her for them," announced Heather.

Mrs B selected the biggest most painful cane of the ones there were.  "All right Kristina, here we go; how is your bottom feeling so far?  I can see ten red lines on it, can you feel them all?"

"Ma'am my bottom is on fire, please be merciful," replied Kristina.

"Mercy does not come into it Kristina, the punishment has been set and you will receive it."

Mrs B observed that the backs of Kristina's thighs were so far untouched.  She decided that they would be her target area, "even if the lines show beneath the girl's dress," she thought to herself, "that will be a further shame for her."

Mrs B struck Kristina even harder than Heather had, causing her to shriek out in pain for the first time, as puffy red lines began to appear and darken one by one across her thighs from buttocks downwards.  Mrs B could feel her pussy moistening inside as she began her revenge upon the girl who had dared to hesitate when told to lick her.  "Kristina will not make that mistake again, she will not forget this beating quickly," she thought to herself.

Following on from Mrs B, Heather observed the twenty horizontal ridges which decorated her maid's bottom and thighs down nearly as far as Kristina's knees.  She could see that Kristina's pristine bum hole was quivering in fear along with the rest of her body, and that Kristina's pussy lips were shiny with wetness.  Kristina's eyes were wet too.  Heather took more photographs, from this most embarrassing angle for her maid, with whipped bottom, whipped thighs, pussy and bum hole all on display for any audience.

Heather had seen how Mrs B had caned Kristina even harder than she had and decided she needed to at least equal Mrs B's ferocity.  She whipped her cane down, stroke after stroke landing harder and harder on Kristina's squirming flesh, starting six inches above the back of Kristina's knees and finishing towards the upper part of her bottom.  Each stroke gave rise to a yell or a gasp on the part of Kristina, especially so when it landed on top of an existing ridge. 

'P-please, I can't take any more of this," pleaded Kristina.

"Oh yes you can, and you will Kristina, because you are completely in our power," intoned Mrs B.  "You have no importance or power in this house, you are ours to do with as we want.  Do you agree?"

"Y-yes M-ma'am, I am yours, I am nothing," accepted the gently-weeping Kristina.

"Good, we are all clear on that, seventy strokes still left out of the hundred Kristina, here is stroke number thirty-one," continued Mrs B.

"Aaaaa-h, screeched Kristina as Mrs B's cane sliced into her buttocks.

"These noises need to stop," announced Mrs B.  "I will gag you with your dirty knickers, the ones you used to wipe up your pee."  Mrs B pushed Kristina's sopping knickers into her mouth and tied them in place with another pair of tights.  "Now we will continue," she declared, and continue she did, with Kristina's shrieks confined to muffled mumbles of helplessness.

Mrs B vigorously applied a further ten agonising cuts across both Kristina's bottom and her upper thighs, leaving deep red welts in the serving girl's pale skin, pale that is except for the glowing evidence of her continuing punishment; "Forty strokes completed," she declared.

Heather picked up one of the canes, saying, "Ten more strokes and then we will be halfway Kristina.  This may be a record discipline week for you, and we will be judging your cleaning skills too after a few days, so the number may be considerable.  Make sure you enter every stroke in your punishment book."

"Mmmph, mmmph," replied Kristina, through her pee-soaked knickers.  

Heather was referring to the little red diary which she required Kristina to keep, in which all her punishments were recorded and signed off by Heather, and which Kristina always kept in her handbag.  When Heather periodically reviewed her work performance she liked Kristina to count up the number of strokes per month so that Heather could judge whether she was improving or otherwise.

A number of minutes later, Kristina's bottom and thighs were thoroughly shredded.  The defeated girl was sobbing with pain, fear and humiliation, together with the knowledge that fifty strokes were still to come, which Kristina thought would surely be impossible to endure.  She thought fondly of her office desk and the power that came with that, compared with her total helplessness now.  She wondered how it would look if, instead of being stretched across the house's wooden kitchen table, she was tied and stretched across her office desk with her ridged bottom, pussy and bum hole visible to anyone through her office's glass wall, humiliatingly naked.  An office colleague passing by might think, "Wow, Kristina must really have messed up on that last deal; I didn't know HR permitted corporal punishment; well at least her bum looks clean, although her pussy's dripping a bit; I wonder whether she will retain any respect in the office after this; it's probably just a prelude to firing her; wow she's being so humiliated and it looks like it hurts too, and gosh my pussy's getting wet."

Kristina noticed that her thrashing had paused, and detected that Heather and Mrs B were chatting just outside the kitchen doorway.  Kristina was in despair.  She was distraught that this whole punishment was unfair, in that she could not have refused Mrs B's request that she wear her undies, especially after she had tried to get out of licking Mrs B's pussy.  And then when Mrs B had pretended it had nothing to do with her, that had directly caused Kristina to be promised the harshest punishment of her life.  She might have hated Mrs B, but it was not a serving girl's position to hate her superiors, especially at the start of a week she would spend entirely with them.

It was Mrs B's turn to flagellate Kristina and she returned to the kitchen table with Heather beside her.  Heather took a number of photographs of Kristina's severely red and corrugated rear and then moved to the other end of the table and captured some images of Kristina's tearful and gagged face.  While she was doing this, Mrs B played with Kristina's pussy lips with the tip of her cane, and inserted the end of it into Kristina's pussy even.  

"Kristina, it seems you enjoy punishment," announced Mrs B, your vagina is extremely wet you know."

"Mmmfph," said Kristina.

"Heather and I have a proposition for you," continued Mrs B.  "Your bottom is so damaged already that we will give you just ten more strokes now to take the total to sixty, but we are willing to defer the remainder of your punishment until the end of the week to give you a chance to recover, on the basis that you will make sure that your behaviour from now is impeccably obedient and respectful to both of us, with no questioning of any requests whatsoever, and that you will keep the house and especially our bedrooms and bathrooms pristinely clean on a daily basis while we go off without you on various outings we have planned.  Your cleaning will be reviewed as usual of course and any further strokes considered necessary will be added onto the forty strokes which will then be outstanding.  Make no mistake Kristina, you will receive your full punishment, but towards the end of our holiday week together.  Do you accept, or would you rather we complete all of the one hundred strokes right now?"

Heather released the tights holding Kristina's knickers in her mouth so that the knickers dropped to the floor.

"Oh yes please Ma'am, yes please," sobbed Kristina, "fifty strokes now would be too much for me, it would break me completely.  I will be a good girl, I will do everything you say, anything you want."

Relief flooded over Kristina at this turn of events; maybe if she performed perfectly in her role the ladies might further relent at the end of the week.  She so hoped so.

"Well, that's a deal then," said Heather, "here's a special free stroke of the cane by way of sealing the arrangement!" and brought her cane smashing down into Kristina's buttocks with more force than any previous stroke causing Kristina to scream out with surprise and shock.

"Your bottom and the back of your thighs are already quite marked Kristina," noted Heather, "so will give you your final ten strokes of today on the FRONT of your thighs, which are not marked yet."

The ladies untied Kristina from the kitchen table and helped her to her feet, as she was shaking and unsteady from her beating.  As she recovered and became more confident in standing, Heather told her to stand straight at the end of the table and to keep her hands on the table top to steady herself while the final ten strokes were administered by Mrs B.  

"I will aim below your bush and above your knees Kristina," said Mrs B, "so make sure you keep very still."

Mrs B sliced the cane into the front of Kristina's thighs, starting high and moving down half inch by half inch, until ten strokes were completed and ten horizontal lines decorated them; all captured by Heather's phone camera.  Kristina yelped with each one, the pain was bad but different from the pain on the fleshier parts of her body, there was less of a sting and the stripe appeared finer.  Kristina had run out of tears by now, and was just relieved that her torture had ended, at least for today.

Heather sent Kristina off to take a shower and clean herself up generally.  "We have some colourful images of your suffering Kristina," mentioned Heather.  We can go through them together later."

When Kristina reached her bathroom she was able to examine her bottom and the back of thighs carefully in the mirror.  They were a mess, red ridges up and down from the top of her bottom to nearly her knees, with small specks of blood here and there.  It would be painful to sit down for a while, when she was permitted to sit that is.  When she looked in the mirror face to face she saw the marks on the front of her thighs too.  She realized that her marks would show beneath most of her skirts, she would need to be careful when back at the office and in the street, and especially in the gym changing room - the marks on the front of her thighs meant that she was visibly marked both front and back and could not change in the gym changing room facing the other girls with her bottom behind her any more without someone seeing the marks on her front.  Similarly when sitting down at the office or on a train most of her skirts would pull up a bit and show her upper thighs at the front, so she would have to be extremely careful.  And, she was wondering what Heather might do with the photographs too.  Kristina felt used, abused and absolutely at the mercy of her two superiors, she had been transformed from a high-flying lawyer to a degraded, tortured and powerless slave, all within twenty-four hours.

***

Later that night, having helped Mrs B undress and prepare for bed in her floral pattern nightdress, Kristina lay down on the floor at the foot of Mrs B's bed where she was allowed a pillow for her head, a sheet and a blanket.  A few moments later, Mrs B switched off her bedside light, plunging the room into darkness.

"Please come to my bedside Kristina," said Mrs B in a low, quiet voice.  Kristina got out of bed in her own white cotton nightdress and went to kneel at Mrs B's bedside.

"Kristina, if I were to ask you now to come to bed with me and lick me until I have an orgasm, would you do it without question?" asked Mrs B.

"Oh yes Ma'am of course I would, I am yours to instruct in anything," responded Kristina with alacrity, and running her fingers over the painful ridges on her bottom as she said it.  

"That is good to hear Kristina and is the only correct answer.  You may be wondering why events turned out as they did today.  I am not used to people questioning my commands girl, and earlier today you questioned my request for you to lick me.  I concluded that you needed to be taught a lesson and that lesson I hope has now been learnt, by way of sixty painful welts on various parts of your body.  You will recall that at least forty strokes remain due to you, to be administered before the end of our holiday week together."

 "Yes Ma'am, I am dreading them already, today's punishment was awful and my bottom and thighs are still burning."

"Kristina, you should know that I have some influence over Heather and, if I were to experience many delicious orgasms this week as a result of an enthusiastic housemaid spending hours between my thighs, I may be able to persuade her that your work has been so good that you should be excused from further punishment, especially in view of the harshness of the punishment I arranged to be inflicted upon you today."

"Oh Ma'am, I am so sorry that I did the wrong thing this morning, I will do anything you want Ma'am, anything.  It would be such a relief if I don't have to suffer more punishment."

'Very good Kristina, then you know where you need to be right now then, am I right?"

"Oh yes Ma'am, on my way now." and Kristina slid into Mrs B's bed, reached up underneath her nightdress, pulled down her lacy knickers, gently prised her thighs apart, inserted her face right up against Mrs B's most intimate parts and began to lap and lick where Mrs B needed it most.  As she licked away at her new mistress's pussy Kristina's mind was full of thoughts: her recent punishment, her possible future caning, the photos Heather had preserved on her mobile phone, but most importantly she was thinking how to ensure Mrs B's orgasm was amazing.

"You are starting well Kristina, let us see whether you can keep this up all week," murmured Mrs B as her hips and thighs began to squirm in response to Kristina's attentions.

THE END