Saturday, September 1, 2012

Cleaning Lady Part 2 by Rolf


The Cleaning Lady and the Spanking Paddle - part 2

By Rolf

This is the second part of a story about Erik, a website designer who works from home and employs a cleaning lady, Claire, once a month. He is rude and arrogant, and she suffers in silence until she discovers a spanking paddle in his bed. Knowing he is single, she draws the conclusion that he spanks himself! Erik realises after she left that she knew his secret and he is deeply embarrassed. He thought he had to cancel his contract with Claire. He could not face seeing her again.
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That afternoon Erik was unable to concentrate on work so he surfed porno websites and pleasured himself but somewhere at the back of his mind he was thinking of Claire and the spanking paddle. She was quite a woman with curly red hair and a firm handshake. He remembered that from when they signed the cleaning contract and shook hands a few months before.

The weeks went by and Erik worked hard on his website designs and somehow forgot to cancel the contract with Claire. Then came the third Tuesday and the door bell rang just as he was touching himself while looking at yet another porn website.

The interruption annoyed him but he was expecting the postman to deliver an important  parcel. He had to cram his erection into his jeans and, stooping, he walked gingerly downstairs to open the door. It was Claire of course, and he had forgotten to cancel! He blushed upon seeing her and she noticed the bulge in his crotch and she had that knowing smile on her face again.

"Hi there." She tilted her head with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Just get on with it," he mumbled and turned his back to her, hoping she had not noticed anything but he was wrong of course. Nothing escapes a woman of Claire's caliber.

She brought in the mop, the bucket with detergents, the vacuum cleaner and a bag she had never carried with her before, but she did not start tidying up in the house. She had other plans because she was fed up with Erik's arrogance and the way he treated her. She had discovered his weakness. The silly boy was a self-spanker...

She had brought her own spanking paddle, which was heavier than his. She had decided to teach him manners, put him in his place once and for all. A grim smile on her face, she walked upstairs and knocked on the door to his study.

"Got a minute love?" She opened the door only to find him shying away from her and covering a website that she caught a glimpse of and which definitely seemed to contain naughty stuff.

"Go away, can't you see I am working!" He kept his back to her, trying to shield his erection with his hands.

"You call that work? I catch you masturbating and you call that work?" Claire walked straight up to Erik and pushed him off the chair. "Move over boy, and kneel!"

She viewed the porn website with disgust and mulled over the history of his computer and noticed loads of links to pornographic and spanking websites.

"Leave my computer alone," he winced, but remained kneeling on the floor as instructed. "You have no right to look at my private life."

Claire rose and looked at Erik with anger, but also with pity. "I believe there is a lot of work for me to do here today. And it is all about putting you to work Erik. You have insulted me enough over the past few months. I shall have to teach you manners."

He squirmed as she produced an apron from her bag and ordered him to wear it. "From now on you will clean up your house and I'll get paid for supervising your work. If you do a bad job, I will have to punish you. Do you understand boy?"

Erik nodded with trepidation. He suddenly liked the thought of submitting to Claire, a bittersweet feeling of pleasure was spreading inside him, but he feared what she might do to him. She looked so much stronger, could easily overpower him, he thought ruefully.

She pulled out her spanking paddle from the bag and tapped it in her hand. "You like spanking yourself Erik? I think we can do better than that. Now mop that floor or else..."

... to be continued

Rolf Hultcrantz

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