Lindsay’s bottom still ached from the discipline spanking she had received before bedtime. It was early morning and she was puttering around the kitchen making breakfast for her Mistress. Her thoughts kept straying to last night’s punishment.
She had been lazy and neglected her chores. They did get done-laundry was washed, floors were scrubbed-but the little details were missing. She didn’t fold Mistress’ laundry so neatly. The panties weren’t stacked precisely in the drawer. The cabinets were shiny but the top shelves were still dusty.
Lindsay was aware she was cutting corners. While she enjoyed being a slave, summer was approaching and she longed for more time to be outside, chatting and lounging with her friends. Most of them were slaves as well. She was feeling a little jealous that her Mistress Vera didn’t give her as much free time as the others had.
Over the last few weeks she had started skipping the details of her chores. Why grind the pepper when she could just buy some already in a shaker? Why dust the top of the fan blades when they were only a few inches below the ceiling? Skipping these, in her mind, pointless details Lindsay was able to have an hour, sometimes two, more free time every day.
At first she was extremely cautious. She carefully picked what chores to ignore. She started skipping the little tasks that her Mistress Vera would never notice, like throwing the pantyhose in with the rest of the wash instead of hand washing them.
Saving a few minutes a day wasn’t enough for Lindsay. Soon she began to get greedy and became lazier. Her Mistress didn’t seem to notice her carelessness. Perhaps she noticed and didn’t care, Lindsay justified to herself.
She did notice and she did care. She was serving Mistress Vera dinner when she began questioning her.
“I stopped in your room this afternoon. Why wasn’t your bed made?”
Lindsay froze. She did not stop in her room often. Why should she visit her there when she was at her beck and call? When she did visit her room it was for a cleanliness inspection but these always occurred at the end of the week. As a result, Lindsay had decided making her bed was only necessary on inspection days.
“Why did you stop in? Were you looking for me? I was cleaning the library this afternoon.”
Mistress Vera did not answer and turned her attention to dinner. Her silence made Lindsay break out into a cold sweat. How messy was her room? Surely not that bad, she thought, although a sense of dread overtook her.
“Since when do I have to explain where I go in my own house?” Her voice was soft. Lindsay knew that tone. The flatness of her voice and the even spacing of her words told her that Mistress was very angry. If s yelled she knew punishment was coming but it wouldn’t be too severe. She blew off steam by chastising her. But a quiet voice? That meant a harsh spanking was coming. Lindsay bit her lip in worry.
“I’m sorry Mistress.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“I must have forgotten Mistress.”
“Oh? Well, perhaps there is some reason for your forgetfulness because you have forgotten to make your bed for the past five days.”
Lindsay swallowed hard. There was no excuse for such misbehavior and she would be punished worse for making up one. She stood by the dinner table, head bowed.
“You have also forgotten simple maintenance of your room. Today alone I found seven articles of dirty clothing strewn about your room, makeup cases open and left out, a hairbrush full of hair and some reading material I did not authorize.”
At the mention of this last item Lindsay’s head snapped up and her jaw dropped. A messy bedroom would surely merit a spanking but if she had found the porn magazines her friend Suzie had loaned her…It was too terrifying a thought to finish.
“These past two weeks there has been a most unpleasant change in you Lindsay. You have become more and more careless with your chores. A simple peek in the laundry hamper brought to my attention you haven’t been hand washing my pantyhose.”
“But Mistress-“
“No Lindsay. You cannot excuse your laziness. Washing machines snag lingerie. There are reasons I give you rules. But apparently you’ve been disregarding many of them.”
“I’m sorry-“
“You should be sorry. Fulfilling your duties and following orders shows your commitment to me. In addition to your lackadaisical housekeeping you have been hiding smut in your room.”
Lindsay’s eyes dropped to the floor. She had hidden them under her mattress, sure her Mistress would never find them. But if she were upset by the state of her untidy room she would have done a thorough inspection.
Mistress Vera loved chastity and only let Lindsay have a release in her presence. Sneaking the porn into the house had excited her. Looking at the pictures while secretly masturbating had excited her even more. But now Lindsay knew she was really in trouble.
“You will go straight to your room and tidy up your mess. Afterwards you will make a list of all the chores you have done half heartedly or have neglected altogether. When that is completed you will bring the list and the smut downstairs to the study. “
“Mistress-“
“You are dismissed.”
It was not possible to say more. Mistress Vera had given her orders and dismissed her from the room. Lindsay stifled a sob and left the dining room, tears rolling down her cheeks.
As she entered her room she saw it in a new light. To her it just seemed a bit untidy, but to her Mistress I must have looked horrible. She dashed around the room cleaning as quickly as she could.
The porn magazines were the only things that didn’t need tidying. They were stacked neatly on her bed. One look at them reminded her of how much trouble she had gotten herself into.
The only thing to do was to confess everything. There was no way of knowing how much her Mistress knew. It was better to be confess now rather than be caught in more deception later.
Lindsay hadn’t thought she was being lazy. In her mind she was just taking shortcuts. But as the list spread to two pages and then to three, her heart sank. She was being more than lazy; she was being negligent to her slave duties.
She finished the list and reviewed each item. Had she really been that neglectful? Indeed she had. She resigned herself to the fact, gathered up the list and magazines and headed downstairs to the study.
Mistress Vera was sitting at her desk, waiting for her. Lindsay sat the magazines on the desk and held out the list with a shaking hand. She remained standing, head bowed, arms at her sides. As her Mistress silently read the lengthy list of misdeeds, she blinked rapidly trying to fight back guilty tears.
Mistress Vera silently laid the list aside and flipped through the porn for several minutes.
“How long have you been masturbating to these magazines?”
The question was so sudden Lindsay answered instinctively.
“For the past four nights.”
“Don’t you think it’s naughty to sneak this porn into the house and then masturbate without permission in your room?”
Lindsay’s head drooped lower. When she spoke her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”
“Sit down in the chair and show me what you’ve been doing in your bedroom.”
“Excuse me, Mistress?”
Lindsay’s head snapped up, her eyes widening with shock.
“I want to see what pleasure was worth the punishment I’m going to give you.”
Their eyes locked. Lindsay felt herself moving backwards. Her legs hit the chair and she sank down into it, her knees suddenly weak.
“Lift up your dress and remove your panties. You will show me exactly what you’ve been doing these last few nights.”
Her body moved automatically to her commands. When she spread her legs and felt her pussy she was surprised at how wet she had become.
Masturbating in front of her Mistress was always a sweet mixture of humiliation and pleasure. Her body trembled in anticipation of the coming spanking. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she came on her fingers.
After her moans subsided, the room seemed quieter than before. Mistress Vera was silent for a long while, her eyes staring into Lindsay’s. Finally she spoke.
“What is my rule regarding masturbation?”
Lindsay began to sit up and close her legs. Mistress’ gaze stopped her.
“I’m only to masturbate with your permission Mistress.”
“And what is my rule regarding reading material?”
“All reading material must first be approved by you Mistress.”
“Then these two infractions must be added to your list.” She wrote the two items on the last page. “I had told you to bring me a complete list of the rules you had outright broken or neglected. You did not even follow that command fully.” Again she added to the list. Lindsay knew not to argue.
“Stand up and assume the position.”
In the study ‘assume the position’ meant only one thing. Lindsay quickly stood up, undressed completely and then bent over the desk.
Her Mistress stood up and walked around the desk slowly. From the corner she picked up the punishment paddle. It was a round leather paddle with a wood handle. Though Lindsay had felt it many times before, this paddle always made her gasp in pain.
Lindsay braced herself for the spanking. Mistress Vera brought her arm down quick, smacking Lindsay’s bare bottom. Over and over the paddle came down, each time reddening her cheeks more. The smack of the leather paddle made her whole body shake. But even though the paddle stung horribly Lindsay couldn’t ignore that her pussy was more wet now than it had been in the chair before.
Finally, the spanking stopped. Lindsay panted for breath. She was sure her punishment was over but she knew better than to move without permission.
But Mistress Vera wasn’t finished. She walked over to the umbrella stand in the corner. Lindsay bit back a groan. The stand didn’t hold umbrella-it held canes.
Walking back towards the desk Mistress Vera whipped the cane through the air. Lindsay shivered; the cane was the hardest punishment for her to take. Her Mistress picked up her list and started reading it aloud. After every neglected task Mistress Vera gave her a cane stroke. Without prompting Lindsay thanked her each time. She knew she deserved each one.
Afterward she sincerely kissed the cane. Mistress Vera gave her permission to dress and then sent her off to bed. Her entire body ached as she walked up the stairs. She was exhausted yet felt lighthearted. Lindsay hated being punished but knew that it would make her a better slave for her Mistress.
Though she thought about the punishments the night before, Lindsay did not let herself become distracted from her morning duties. She diligently prepared breakfast, not skipping a single detail. As she carried the breakfast tray upstairs to Mistress Vera’s bedroom Lindsay felt recommitted to her servitude. She would not cut corners again.
