The Cleaning Lady Part Three by Rolf

The Cleaning Lady and the Spanking Paddle - part 3

By Rolf

This is the third 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! She is now taking over, forcing him to clean the house while he must pay her for supervising him.

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Erik couldn't make up his mind. What was worse in terms of a dent to his male pride? Wearing the apron and cleaning up the house or seeing, in the corner of the eye, Claire tapping the spanking paddle in her hand with that grim, mocking smile on her face? He was afraid of her because she was taller than him, probably much stronger as well. He hoped this would be over soon and then he would never let that fiery redhead into the house again.

"How long do I have to do this?" He was on his knees cleaning the skirting boards on the floor in the living room.

"Until you are finished." She stood over him with the paddle at the ready. "Or do you want me to tell your neighbours that you spank yourself and look at porn on the computer?"

Mortified by the threat, he continued his work.

"Lazy boy! You missed a patch there. Don't you see the dust in the corner?" Claire was livid.

Having been paid measly money to clean his house professionally, she couldn't believe he was so incompetent.

"OK Claire, for fuck's sake," he muttered and swiped the corner clean with the towel. "I'm fucking doing it. Happy now?"

Claire glared at him. "Did I detect a sign of rebellion there? And what about that foul language of yours? We need to deal with your attitude. Remove your jeans and your underwear. Now!"

He rose and protested. "You cannot force me to take off my trousers!"

Claire wrestled him down on the floor and undid his belt, pulled off his trousers and underwear despite his vehement protests. She sat down on a chair and pulled him up from the floor so that he toppled gracelessly over her waiting lap, his bottom exposed in the most embarrassing, humiliating manner.

She inspected his position and realised he was not far enough over. Rudely she shoved her hand between his legs and pushed him forward until he dangled helplessly in the centre of her lap, his hands on the floor and his legs kicking the air.

"What a nice bum, but so naughty." Claire patted his buttocks with a smug smile and started to spank him with the paddle without further ado. "This is for doing a lousy job and for talking back. Naughty boy!"

She got into a good rhythm, smacking the buttocks hard back and forth and they quickly turned red as Erik gasped with pain and winced in helpless recognition of each resounding smack. He had enjoyed spanking himself because he could control the pain, but now he was at the receiving end of a serious spanking and he could not believe it would hurt so much.

Finding his voice at last, he begged her to stop and tried to cover his bum with a hand, but she smacked it away with the paddle. Realising that he was completely at her mercy, he started crying as the blazing pain kept building up on his behind with each stinging smack. He tried to wriggle away but she kept him firmly in place with her left hand on his lower back and his increasingly sore bum remained an easy target for the paddle.

"I am sorry!!" he shouted, but she ignored him because she was bent on giving him a spanking he would never forget and then it would be so much easier to control the boy.

Claire stopped after five minutes to rest her arm and inspect her work. "Now that's a well-smacked bottom if ever I saw one," she informed Erik, who wiped tears from his face and breathed a sigh of relief that the spanking was over.

Or was it?

... to be continued

Rolf Hultcrantz