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I own a successful training company specializing in courses for large Blue-Chip enterprises. The job excites me, always has, and I get to spend the majority of my time traveling. I also get the benefit of being able to work from home. The workweek is typical, Monday through Friday, nothing out of the ordinary, so I look for ways to spice it up, so to speak. That is where my passion for corporal punishment comes in. I have collected CP magazines and DVDs for years, and more recently downloaded much material from the internet. I have a nice collection of punishment instruments and other items collected over time. The toy collection as I like to refer to it.I like to keep myself fit, spend a lot of time outdoors in the countryside around my Dorset home. I am single by choice and although now in my fifties I look good for my age (even if I say so myself).I am a neat and tidy person, but like most people, I do not enjoy housework. As the business is doing well, I decided to hire someone to clean and tidy the house and really to do the jobs that I can never seem to find either the time or the energy for. This is quite a step for me as I am by nature quite a private person, but it is amazing what you will do to get out of housework.So, having decided to get someone to help around the house I advertised on the notice board in the local shop to see if anyone was interested. I got several e-mail responses but only one interested me. She explained that her kids went to the local middle school so she was looking for work that would allow her to drop off the kids and have some flexibility around hours. She could then balance work, life, and the school activities her kids got involved in. The whole tone of the e-mail was light and friendly, and I felt it would be worth at least having a chat. She had given me a mobile number to call her on and after a few minutes of reflection, I made the call.Sophie Finn answered her phone and we immediately struck up a friendly conversation. In my experience, you know early on if you are going to be able to get on with someone, and in this case, that person would be working in my house sometimes alone. Trust and confidence are therefore essential. At the end of the call, we agreed she would drop round for a coffee after the school run the next day and we could take it from there.The doorbell rang promptly at nine-thirty the next morning. I opened the door to see a woman in her early to mid-forties. She looked a nice and shapely woman, even though she did look a bit nervous again the first impression was this was someone I would like and would be happy to employ. We had coffee and biscuits and after the usual small talk, we agreed that we would give each other a trial of a month to see how it goes. The plan was that she would work three mornings a week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday although I was flexible with the days in case anything cropped up on the family front. We agreed she would start the following Monday and I felt good about the situation.Monday rolled around as usual and Sophie arrived on time, eager to start. I gave her a quick tour of the house; it is a three-bedroom detached house so this did not take long. I showed her where everything was kept and explained all that I thought was required. I keep all my CP magazines etc in a chest in the cupboard in my office so I did tell Sophie that as far as the office was concerned just vacuum the floor and keep the surfaces dust-free, everything else related to my work and she should leave well alone. I hoped this would avoid her seeing anything she should not.For the next couple of weeks, I was working full-time from home. We chatted each day and conversation was easy and we started güvenilir bahis to relax in each other’s company. We shared a mid-morning coffee which gave us a chance to get to know each other better. I found that she had separated from her husband just over a year ago, he had left her for a younger model as she put it. Although he paid his way with the kids, she needed to work to pay for the little extras that we all need.In the third week, I was going to be away on Wednesday and so I gave Sophie a key and was quite relaxed about leaving her alone in the house. When I got home late on Thursday all seemed well. Work was picking up and I was regularly away, so I did see less of Sophie, but we did leave each other sticky notes of updates and news. These notes did start to have a lot of banter and humour. As I say we did seem to get on.This was the situation for a couple of months, Sophie and I agreed the trial period worked for us both, and then I did start to notice that in my toy chest (as I like to call it), things were not as I had left them. I started to take pictures on my phone before closing the box and then checking again when I got back from a trip. Someone had been looking in the chest. This presented me with a problem. What should I do? Have it out with Sophie? Or simply ignore the situation?When we met, we still got on well and nothing seemed to have changed. This helped me to decide what the best course of action was to be. I remembered reading a spanking story of a maid who had gone against her master’s instructions and had been punished as a result. I printed this story out and laid it on the top of the things in the toy chest with a sticky note saying I thought you may like this story. What do you think? I left this on the Tuesday before being away on Wednesday and then returning home late on Thursday.Whilst I was away my emotions swung all over. Was I crazy leaving the story, would Sophie leave and tell everyone about my obsession, would she be offended? It did seem like an exceptionally long two days. When I did finally get home, I rushed into the office and nervously opened the chest wondering what if anything I would find.I lifted the lid and found a sticky note saying. Great Story. The Maid did deserve her punishment. Her boss had made the rules clear and she had broken them. Then she had drawn a smiley face.The next day Sophie and I stopped for coffee in the morning and carefully avoided any mention of the story, the box, or sticky notes.On my next trip away, I printed another similar story and again left a sticky note this time saying. I agree the maid should be punished for breaking the rules, what punishment does a naughty maid deserve in your opinion?For the days away I was still nervous but this time probably more excited by what reply I would find when I returned home. Again, as soon as I got home, I rushed into the office opened the chest, and read Sophie’s reply. It seems the maids in your stories always get the cane. Is that the punishment that would fit the crime?I should probably say here about my views on spanking and women, I have read hundreds of stories and watched many, many videos. I think spanking should always take place between consenting adults and should be for the enjoyment of both parties. The anticipation, the build-up, and role-play all play a big part in the enjoyment of the situation. Although punishment should hurt, in no way should anyone be left with stripes that last for days or be unable to sit comfortably. In other words, spanking should be fun for all parties. If you look at any pornography you would believe that almost every woman in the world is slim and in possession of a perfect figure. Do not get me wrong güvenilir bahis siteleri these women are beautiful, but so-called ordinary mature women are very beautiful too. There is nothing in this world better than the sight of a mature woman in possession of a shapely bottom.The next day was Friday and I was working at home. That night I was again undecided of what to do. Sophie was not averse to the idea of spanking, but was this just a game, or could we go to the next level? These thoughts churned around in my head all night, I was not sure I was any nearer an answer when I woke up the following morning.We had coffee as usual and we had the usual easy conversation about the weekend etc. After coffee, Sophie went out the back to do some work in the garden and I left a sticky note on the kitchen table.The cane would seem to fit the crime, how many strokes do you think the maid would deserve?I popped back downstairs twenty mins later to see the message.Six strokes seems to be the tariff for most offensives. Again, a smiley face.I then wrote, Would this be over clothing or on the bare bottom?Over the next couple of hours, we exchanged the following sticky notes. I know it sounds silly, but it was very exciting to me and I am sure Sophie was enjoying it too.Bare bottom would certainly make the message clear.Should the maid be made to count the strokes?Definitely and say Thank You for each one.At the end of the punishment, she must stay in position bent over, otherwise, the whole thing would have to be repeated.If the Master of the House says so, I hope she remembers.Just before Sophie was due to leave, I wrote my final message of the day. Do you think you should be punished in this way, for breaking my rules? Think about it over the weekend and let me know on Monday. If you decide to go ahead the punishment will take place next Friday.I heard the front door close behind Sophie and went downstairs to see that she had taken the final sticky note with her. So began another weekend of waiting. When Sophie started to work for me I removed a picture from my office wall. It was an image of a classic French maid holding out a cane for someone to punish her with. It is one of my favourite pictures and I like looking at it during boring conference calls. It seemed a bit daft to hide it in the cupboard now so I replaced it on the wall.Monday rolled around as usual and when Sophie arrived, I was on a call. Over coffee, we managed not to mention the elephant in the room but talked about the mundane even talking about the rain due that afternoon. I heard the front door close behind Sophie later and decided that she must have chosen not to go ahead. I could only say I was extremely disappointed. The disappointment did not last long, I went downstairs to find a note saying. Your maid will report for punishment in your office at ten on Friday. She will knock on the door and wait to be asked to enter.The rest of the week passed in a bit of a blur, again I was away on Wednesday so did not see Sophie. Time did seem to drag but finally, Friday came round. I decided to dress quite formally and waited in my office for the knock on the door. I heard Sophie come into the house a few minutes before ten o’clock and heard her moving about downstairs before she climbed the stairs to the office. At exactly ten o’clock there was a timid knock on the door.“Enter,” I called. It does take a lot to surprise me, but what a saw next totally shocked me (in a particularly good way). Sophie came into the room dressed to resemble the French maid in my picture. She was wearing a short frilly dress, black stockings, and suspenders together with high heels. She looked stunning. She also looked iddaa siteleri extremely nervous.“I have come for my punishment,” she whispered.“Remind me why are you to be punished today?”“I disobeyed your very clear instructions, Sir.”The Sir was whispered very quietly.“Right let us get started then. Six strokes of the cane across your bare bottom.” I looked up at Sophie who just gave a slight nod of her head.“The cane is on the hook behind the door if you would be so kind as to pass it to me.”Sophie looked behind her and saw the cane, she had to turn round to take a couple of steps to reach the door. I got my first glimpse of her bottom. It was peeking out under her frilly skirt and looked like the perfect bottom to receive the cane. She did look stunning.Sophie held out the cane to me, again like the maid in the picture. When passing it over she said in a quiet voice, “The cane for you to use on my bottom, Sir.”“Thank you, Sophie, now if you will approach the desk, bend over and push your bottom out for me. Remember at the end of your punishment remain in position until you are told to rise. If you fail to do this the punishment will be repeated. Do you understand?”“Yes sir, thank you, Sir.”I was not sure what she was thanking me for me but was not going to ask.She stepped forward and very gracefully bent over my desk, she reached out and gripped the far side of the desk and pushed her bottom up, it was perfectly presented for the caning to follow.“Do you want to remove your knickers, or should I do it for you?”“Please Sir could you do it, it is so shameful.”I lifted the skirt up, although it was so short anyway, and then hooking my thumbs into the side of her panties slid them down to the tops of her stockings. I took a step backward to admire the view. There is honestly no better sight than a beautiful mature lady in stockings bent over presenting her bottom for the cane. I could have stood there for an hour just taking in the view. However, the bottom was not going to cane itself. As I retrieved the cane from the desk, I could distinctly smell the aroma of sexual excitement in the room. I know for myself it was very exciting.“Right, we are ready, remember to try to keep your bottom still, thank me for each stroke and stay down when the punishment is over.” I also added, “if you want this to stop at any time just say primrose,” where primrose came from I have no idea.“Yes Sir,” Sophie said with a little more confidence in her voice.This is it I thought, I tapped the cane lightly on her bottom and she flinched ever so slightly.I brought my arm back and delivered the first stroke, certainly not full power but enough to give her a red line across her bottom. Sophie blew out all her breath shook her bottom most beautifully and lifted her head all at the same time. I was just going to remind her to count when I heard.“One Sir. Thank you, Sir.”She pushed her bottom up to receive the second stroke. I did not want to rush the punishment so placed the cane against her bottom again, paused, drew breath, and then. I delivered the second stroke and got a very similar reaction to the first, maybe just a small ouch from Sophie, again after a few seconds the count followed.After the third stroke, I said to Sophie I would pause for a few seconds. I heard, “Thank you, Sir,” in reply.After thirty seconds or so. “Right let’s complete the rest of your punishment, push your bottom out for me.”Sophie did indeed push her bottom out in the most delightful way. It looked absolutely beautiful adorned with its three stripes.I delivered the fourth stroke to the middle of Sophie’s beautiful bottom. With each stroke, I was getting a gradually more verbal reaction. I decided the fifth stroke should be on the sit spot just above where the bottom meets thigh, I tapped the cane where I wished it to land and thankfully delivered the stroke just as intended. Sophie did let out more of a cry and waved her bottom from side to side.

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