The Cleaning Lady and The Spanking Paddle by Rolf

     
                                                               
                    The cleaning lady and the spanking paddle
                        By Rolf

Erik was in the middle of something on his computer in the study when the door bell rang. He sat up with a start. Who the hell was at the door? He wasn't expecting anyone. He was busy designing a website for a client. A slim man in his 30s with short dark hair and a mustache, he was self-employed and always worked from home.

The bell rang again, insistently.

Furious at the interruption, Erik rose and stormed downstairs to find out who dared disturbing him while he was busy. He opened the door and found himself staring at Claire the cleaning lady, who was startled to see him so upset although she knew he was short-tempered.

"Is everything all right?"  Claire, a middle-aged, strong-looking redhead,  asked with concern in her voice.

"Oh, I forgot you were coming today to clean the house." He looked at her with contempt. "Just get on with it and don't fucking disturb me. I don't want you in the study, do you understand?"

He left her abruptly and walked upstairs. Bloody cleaning lady. She came on the third Tuesday every month and it was always a nuisance to have her around because her vacuum cleaner made such a noise he couldn't concentrate. And she took two hours to clean his 2-bedroom house! Lazy cow, but she did a good job and he would never have the patience to tidy things up himself. It was beneath him anyway, he thought and sat down at the computer.

He went to the bathroom and bumped into Claire on the way. Taller than him, she suddenly gave him a knowing smile while continuing to dust a shelf. He couldn't understand why she had smiled at him like that. She normally never smiled, probably didn't like him. Greedy cow, Just wanted her money.

Popping downstairs to brew more coffee - he never offered her a cup - he ran into Claire in the hall and she grinned at him again. He shook his head, couldn't understand why she was grinning like that.

Finally, Clarie had finished cleaning the house and he paid her at the door, but didn't say goodbye, just slammed the door shut. Silly woman, grinning like the fool she was!

Erik walked into the bedroom to see if she had made the bed and that's when he realised why she had kept giving him that knowing smile.

He was deeply embarrassed.

The spanking paddle, his closely guarded secret, was on the bed! Claire must have put it there, but where had she found it? What business had that nosy cow opening his bedside table? But then the truth, the awkward truth, dawned on him. He had left it on the unmade bed in the morning after giving himself a spanking on the bare bottom...

Claire knew his secret. She now knew that he spanked himself. Goodness, he felt so ashamed. He had once told her that he didn't have a girlfriend and she must have put two and two together, hence the knowing smile. He sat down on the bed, burying his face in his hands.

There was only one way out of this mess. He had to cancel his contract with Claire.

He could not face seeing her again, but little did he know what would happen next..


...to be continued
Rolf Hultcrantz