Her lip quivered slightly as she held her shaking hands out in front of her, palms up. She stood there in nothing but her knickers and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the stinging cane stroke I was about to deliver. I made her wait for it.
“A maid should carry herself with decorum at all times. You should be aware of your surroundings and how you appear to Me. Are you are a neat and appealing addition to My room or are you a cluttered, mess disturbing my equilibrium? I expect My maids to move with grace and stand, kneel or sit in the proper positions as outlined by My protocol training. Fidgeting is not tolerated.”
“Yes Mistress. I apologise Mistress. I will try harder.” she said blushing.
“Normally I cane your lovely plump bottom, but fidgeting hands are likely to remember to be still if they are throbbing and sore.”
“Yes Mistress, You are right Mistress.” She acquiesced, trying to make herself as agreeable as possible. Her arms were beginning to shake and droop a little.
“Hands out straight! Sloppy Missy! Sloppy and disappointing. I think I will double your punishment if you cannot take My instruction seriously!”
Her face filled with alarm as she promptly lifted her arms back up straight out in front of her.
The cane whirred satisfyingly as it sliced through the air and landed sharply across both palms. Missy cried out and involuntarily pulled her hands away.
“Tutt, tutt.” I purred as I pulled them back into place. “You know you are to present your palms willingly for your punishment. The whole reason you are here is because you have no control over your posture. Hold your hands out straight and do not withdraw them. You have six strokes, but each time you pull away, we will start at number one again.”
“Yes Mistress, she said. I had her full attention now. I like how pain does that. A well delivered punishment not only corrects errant behaviour but also brings their wandering minds fully into the room with Me. No escaping My sharp attention.
“Now remember to count and thank Me after each stroke.”
Again the cane sliced through the air, finding its target perfectly. Again the maid’s responses were involuntary as she pulled her hands away and winced in pain.
“One thank you Mistress, may I please have another?”
“I can see you are not taking My lessons seriously. You should be grateful I am putting this time and effort into training you. I can see I am going to have to take this up a notch.” I paused, then continued…
“Stand in the corner, with your nose touching the wall until I return. She obediently did as she was told. I sauntered over and placed a 50 cent coin between her nose and the wall.
“Hands behind your back!” I quickly locked the cuffs she permanently wore behind her. “Now, don’t drop that coin. I expect it to still be there when I return or your punishment will triple.”
She began to sweat, which of course, made that cursed coin even harder to hold in place. I then bent down and pulled her knickers down. There was evidence of her earlier caning in the form of neat welts on her milky buttocks. I slipped a gloved finger between the crack.
“Some say fidgeting means you have ants in your pants” I said. I plan on training you to be perfectly elegant in your posture and movements no matter what is in your pants. Do you hear Me?”
“Yes Mistress,” came the miserable reply.
I gently massaged her tight little pucker and eased it open. Confused she moaned at this pleasurable touch and struggled to keep the coin against the wall.
“Arch your back and present your bottom to Me and whatever you do, do NOT fidget, am I clear?”
“Yes Mistress” she said immediately opening her herself to My touch. Her rounded hips and small waist were pleasing in this position.
I slid my finger inside her and a small moan escaped her mouth. She quivered and the coin came crashing to the floor.
“My, my Missy, what am I going to do with you?”
“I am sorry Mistress, I am so sorry. I won’t do it again. Please give me another chance?” she begged.
“I plan on giving you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry, young lady.” I smirked, stern but enjoying Myself.
“Now pick up the coin with your mouth, kneel before Me and present it to Me.”
She crawled on the floor with her hands still tied behind her back trying to get the coin in her mouth. I leaned back to enjoy the view.
After while of scrambling about, her bare bottom bobbing in the air, she managed to get the coin in her mouth and knelt before Me. I had her drop it in my hand. It was wet from her saliva. It would be even harder to hold against the wall now…
I reached down, cupped her chin and looked intently into her eyes. “Now, you have been a disgrace with your training so far Missy. You need to learn your place as My maid. If you ever wish to earn the right to wear the colours of My house, The deVinery, as a fully trained service submissive and maid, you will need to try a lot harder. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” eagerness to obey in all her features. “I really want to be the best maid I can be. I really want You to be proud of me so I can serve Your guests and make Your life easier. I am willing to submit to Your training and will do my very best to please You.”
“Good girl. Now stand back in the corner and hold this coin in place with your nose no matter what I do to you. Quick smart!”
She leapt up and presented her bottom beautifully, nose pressed firmly against the wall, hands still cuffed behind her back.
I slipped a gloved finger between her buttocks and began massaging her hole open again. Missy strained with the effort of keeping still and quiet.
I took My time… No need to rush… I was enjoying this game. I want to train My service staff to be exactly who I want them to be. I train servants of all genders. They each have their appeal. I enjoy the process of moulding them, body and mind.
Missy arched her back slightly more, trying to resist the urge to lean into my touch. I slid something hard and cool between her cheeks. It was slippery with oil. Missy’s breath was sharp as I slid it into her bottom. It took a moment before she reacted.
Three, two, one… her skin flushed red and she really began to sweat.
“Wha… what is that Mistress!” gasped Missy in confused alarm.
You do not speak unless you first ask permission to speak Missy. You know better than that!”
“Sorry Mistress, permission to speak please Mistress?”
“Yes you may speak.”
“It burns Mistress! What is it?”
It is a lovely ginger root, I peeled and carved into a butt plug for you and then coated in home made chilli oil. Chill from My own garden. Aren’t you lucky!”
“Errrr… yes Mistress, thank You Mistress. Oh Mistress, it burns!”
“Yes worse than ants in pants I imagine. Now you will learn how to hold your correct posture and demeanour no matter what. I can remind you again and again by applying this technique until you learn. Thank Me for training you.”
“Thank you Mistress. Thank you for taking your time to train me properly.” she said, straining to sound measured and polite.
“Good, now hold that coin in place while I go and arrange the rest of your punishment. You still need to receive your six stroke of the cane across your hands without fidgeting.”
“Yes Mistress,” she gulped, sweat beads turning into rivulets on her forehead, knickers still bunched around her knees.
The corners of My mouth curled slightly in satisfaction as I left the room. I took my time and made Myself a lovely cup of tea and checked my messages. I rested and enjoyed the afternoon sun refracting through the crystals hanging in my dining room window. My herb garden was looking lovely! Especially those bright red chilis. So nice to spend some quiet time to Myself for a moment.
When I judged my maid had spent enough time anticipating My return, and suspected her bottom had perplexed her enough to make her willing and compliant, and her imagination had gone wild with what I planned next, I rummaged through the pantry until I found what I was looking for.
I entered the room and poured uncooked rice in a pile on the floor. Missy was bent over in the corner. The coin had obviously slipped down some so she was bent, shaking, trying to hold it in place. This made an appealing view of her behind, with the tip of the ginger root protruding.
I paused, silent and just watched for a full two minutes. I enjoyed hearing her breathing reveal her struggle even as she remained as still as she could.
“You may drop the coin now Missy.” I said with casual unconcern.
She dropped it in relief and stood back up in the posture she had been trained to use when standing and waiting for orders.
“Come here Missy”, I said clapping my hands sharply. She obeyed. She was alert to my every mood and movement, as a good maid should be. There was nothing in her world but Me. She was no longer distracted and fidgeting. She was putting her full attention on what I wanted and how I wanted it. My training was working.
“How is your bottom feeling Missy?”
“It still burns Mistress”.
Good, now kneel on the rice in front of Me and hold your hands our straight, palms up. We are going to start again with the six of the best I promised you. This time, your posture will be perfect and you will not flinch, am I clear?”
She did as she was told and kneeled her bare knees on the rice on the hard wooden floor. Each grain dug into her flesh. Her bottom was on fire. However, this time she held her arms out straight and presented her palms beautifully.
The cane sliced through the air and landed across her fingers. Her body jolted with the pain of it but she did not withdraw her hands. It took all her concentration, but she did it. That is what I wanted from her I wanted her to put ALL of who she is into each moment of service to Me.
“One thank You Mistress, may I please have another?”
Time slowed as again the cane sliced through the air and found its target. I chose whether or not I wished to hit her palms or her fingers. She resolutely held her arms out, submitting to My punishments.
“Two thank You Mistress, may I please have another?“ Her pretty plump thighs shook with the effort to remain still, kneeling on the grains of rice. No doubt they were digging in against tender knee bones by now.
Again I caned her, three, four and five times, pausing between each stroke to dread the coming punishment. Her muscles shook and her face flushed with the effort of holding still but did not lose her posture.
“You know what they say about the last stroke don’t you Missy?”
“Yes Mistress, it is always the hardest,” she said, clearly attempting not to cry.
I paused even longer before the last stroke. Her whole body was shaking now in the effort to hold still. The rice was pushing the edge of what it was possible for her to bare, her bottom alarmingly on fire and her hands covered in angry welts.
“What have you learned Missy?”
Tears began to flow. “I have learned not fidget and that the protocol positions You teach me must be adhered to at all times.”she sobbed, “I have learned I must be graceful and aware of how I look to You at all times.”
“Good girl.” I said satisfied and sent the final stroke flying through the air like a lightning bolt.
Missy cried out and began to cry uncontrollably but did not move an inch. I was proud of her. I watched her hold the position waiting for My command to release her. I watched admiring her devotion shaking through every fibre of her being and enjoyed just how far she would go for Me. There is a beautiful kind of intimacy in Dominance and submission. I made her stay there so I could soak it in.
“I am proud of you My girl.” I whispered. Her whole being glowed with the praise. “You may drop your hands now and get off the rice.
She crumpled on the floor in relief.
“Now let Me give you a little reward. My training is always a little carrot as well as a little stick. Get on all fours.”
She did without hesitation. She arched her back prettily to make her rump available to Me… Her knees the right width apart… I straddled her, and used her as a seat, sitting close to her buttocks. I stroked her sore bare bottom and murmured soothing sounds. Then, when I was good and ready, I let the warm trickle of my golden nectar trickle down her buttocks and sooth her sore red bottom. She sobbed gratitude. My quivering, teary mess of a maid was covered in my golden shower, broken and obedient, as is proper.
However, this is merely one lesson in a long series. While she has been serving Me a little while now, she was still only early on in my Submissive Training Program. I held her head and stroked her hair as she cried and clung to my ankle in gratitude.
“That’s enough for today”. I purred. “Your next lesson will be how to draw a bath of milk and honey and perform a proper bathing ceremony for Mistress. There is protocol for this that must be followed exactly. However that is enough for now. I am pleased with your progress.
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