A cuckold story.
Then the goddess of Dommes smiled down on me when I heard a loud crash from the kitchen, the sound of crockery breaking on the stone floor. I turned on my heel and went back to find maria standing over the remains of a shattered plate, a look of horror on her face. Jasmine stood to one side and when she saw me enter she smiled smugly.
"What on earth is going on here?" I shouted and took as step or two closer to maria. The girl looked at me with a frightened look. "Explain yourself, girl."
"I-I-I'm sorry, Miss, it slipped," she stammered.
"Slipped? Why should I employ a careless maid? You stupid little bitch!"
"I-I-I-I'll pay for it, Miss."
"Of course you'll pay for, girl. And that means that jasmine will lose out as well." I looked across at jasmine as I said this. "I should give you your marching order right now!"
"P-p-please, Miss, please don't send me away."
"I can see no reason to keep you," I said as sternly as I could. Inwardly I was smiling with a plan to put the situation to my advantage. "Clear up your mess and wait for me."
I walked out of the kitchen muttering "stupid bitch" under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. I went back to the lounge and sat in my usual place. The fact was that it was only a cheap plate but there was no need to let her know that. After several minutes during which time I could hear the sounds of broken crockery being swept up and the occasional interjection from jasmine, "you missed a bit here, bitch," and "its coming out of your money and not mine." When there was a pause I called jasmine in to see me. She came in and knelt on the floor before me.
"Well, jasmine, what are we to do?" I asked her.
"I'm really sorry, Miss, I didn't think she was that careless. I will be dealing with her later, Miss, I promise you."
"Not later, jasmine, I think we can deal with matters here and now. Where is she now?"
"In the kitchen still, Miss, kneeling facing the wall."
"Go and bring her in here."
Jasmine stood and left. There was a sharp squeal from the kitchen and then she reappeared tugging maria behind her by her hair. The girl had been crying and there were tear tracks down her face. She was almost thrown down onto the floor at my feet and jasmine knelt more neatly next to her.
"I would have every right to dismiss you, girl, but ..." I saw her open her mouth to speak. "Silence, bitch! I don't want to hear from you! ...but I have decided that it would be more of a lesson if you were to be punished right away. You will of course still pay for the damage as well. Do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes, Miss, thank you so much, Miss. I won't let it happen again I promise, Miss."
"You'd better not, bitch, or the punishment next time will be worse. Now turn away from me, I don't want to see your face any more, head on the floor!" I left the implied threat hanging in the air as I stood up and went to the bureau as she shuffled round to face away from the sofa. Opening a drawer I selected a leather-covered wooden paddle that I had had custom made for just such an occasion. I could see jasmine's eyes light up when I turned round and walked back. Before I sat down I reached out and flicked the hem of maria's dress onto her back leaving her pert little bottom exposed for me to see. I sat down and smiled to myself before turning to jasmine and holding out the paddle to her.
"I think you should deal with your so-called friend, jasmine, and don't forget the money is coming out of both your wages."
She took the paddle eagerly and tapped it onto her other palm to test it.
"I think ten strokes, five on each cheek, should suffice this time. And make her count each strokes."
Jasmine turned to face maria. Muffled sobs were already coming from the deep pile carpet. Jasmine leant forward and pulled maria's head up by her hair.
"Did you hear that, bitch? I want a nice clear count from you. Get it wrong and I'll start over!"
She shoved maria's head back down and lifted the paddle to shoulder height.