“What time do you call this Matthew?” Zofia snapped.
I froze. The last thing I wanted was an annoyed Zofia. Mind you, I knew she would be. She had told me, very clearly I had to admit, to be back home at 9 o’clock and here I was at 10.30 just walking through the door. I turned and looked at Zofia, trying to be as respectful as possible. 26 years old, slim, tall, long dark hair, and one had to say attractive, from Poland . Zofia had been the housekeeper for Kayleigh’s Mother who was often away on business and she taken over responsibility for her Mother’s home. It was 8 years ago that Zofia started to work for Kayleigh’s Mother. Zofia looked after the house including cleaning shopping and cooking, but soon Kayleigh’s Mother added responsibility for Kayleigh’s discipline to Zofia’s range of duties. She was away so often she felt Kayleigh would benefit from the stability of receiving physical discipline from one person only. So whilst Kayleigh’s Mother would decide when she required to be disciplined, Zofia would then carry out that discipline, always in the privacy of her own bedroom. Zofia had insisted discipline was a private thing and Kayleigh’s Mother had agreed. Kayleigh was 13 years old at the time, so seven years Zofia’s junior. A 13 year old being spanked by an 18 year old did not seem strange to Kayleigh particularly as she was answerable to her for so many other daily family matters. Kayleigh freely admitted she was apt to be forgetful and juvenile, and often rude and unmanageable, answering back and sulking when she didn’t get her way. She was only too aware she deserved her quite regular trips across her Mother’s lap as afterwards she was always better behaved, but soon lapsed. Nevertheless, as she knew she benefited from being disciplined, as soon as Zofia had agreed to take on those extra quasi parental duties, which quite specifically included discipline, Kayleigh submitted to her without question. After all it was simply another lap to be put across, and another hand to thrash her and teach her a well earned lesson. Kayleigh’s Mother had been very strict with her as a child and well in to her late teens. When Zofia was given responsibility for Kayleigh’s behaviour under the watchful eye of her Mother it meant regular trips across Zofia’s lap and Kayleigh reduced to tears and a very red, very hot, and very sore, bottom. Even though Kayleigh was only five years younger than Zofia. Maybe at 18 years old Zofia appeared very grown up compared to her own 13 years old and even now, with Kayleigh 21 years old, she readily accepted being disciplined by the strict 26 year old housekeeper, at least once and often twice a week. Whilst I was going out with Kayleigh it was quite noticeable when Kayleigh preferred to stand up rather than sit. Something I recognised because I was so often in the same boat having been disciplined by my own Mother. By the time we got married Kayleigh’s Mother was making more and more trips abroad and no longer needed a housekeeper and so suggested Zofia come to live with us to be our housekeeper come au pair. Kayleigh willingly agreed telling me she welcomed the female company and could share things with her, like shopping and girly things but also that she knew Zofia would make her behave properly. Zofia had insisted that if she were to live with us then she would have to retain her position of disciplinarian, on her terms. Kayleigh readily agreed as she had become used to obeying the strict Polish girl and often told me how she felt she was benefiting from their mother daughter style relationship. I though was embarrassed at the concept of being disciplined by a girl only some three years older than myself. I had no choice though. Kayleigh had decided and so Zofia was appointed. I agreed, not quite sure what it all meant, but confident that if it didn’t work I would be able to dispense with her services. Zofia walked over standing inches from me, and I focussed again on the present. “I’m really sorry Zofia. I just forgot” “Really” she almost spat out. She was clearly livid. She was in her dressing gown and ready for bed. It was a rule though that she will only go to bed once both Kayleigh and I are home ourselves. Her rule of course which meant we often had to get home earlier than we wanted to. “What did I tell you this morning?” “I know Zofia, but” “Enough. I want you to answer my question Matthew.” I could see she was in no mood to be messed about. I looked at the floor and said “you told me to be back on time without fail.” “Exactly. So what do you deserve?” I looked up quickly “no please Zofia, not a spanking. Please no.” I knew the answer of course. An unwritten rule imposed by Zofia. No second chances. Just punishment to fit the crime. That inevitably meant a trip across her lap to have my bare bottom seriously warmed. “”Answer me Matthew. You have already earned yourself extras for being so slow to reply.” I was deflated. I had fully intended giving quick answers, like Zofia demanded, but I so often became tongue tied when being scolded. “I’m sorry Zofia.” “You’ve said that already Matthew. You have just earned the strap.” I looked up quickly. She hit so hard with the strap. I really was going to answer straight away but my eyes were struck by Zofia’s breasts, her nipples protruding through her nightdress, her breasts so full, so tender, I wanted to touch them, caress them. My heart stopped. She let me gawk for a while. A few moments later she said “I hope you think staring at my breasts has been worthwhile as now you have earned the hairbrush as well.” I looked up at Zofia’s face. She said sternly. “Just like any man. Show some boob and he goes dumb.” My mouth dropped open but I still couldn’t speak. “Exactly Matthew. Look at my face not my chest. Now, go to my bedroom. Immediately. Get undressed and stand facing the wall. Go. Now” she snapped. I knew it wasn’t worth arguing. I turned and went upstairs to Zofia’s bedroom. I quickly got undressed and went over to the wall, at exactly the spot Zofia always made us stand. I pushed my nose against the wall and waited for the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, making their way to her bedroom, to mete out her discipline. And as I waited I reflected on how come I was being disciplined by a woman only just older than me. Regularly. Kayleigh told me how after only a few months her Mother relied heavily on Zofia, and was concerned it seemed over Kayleigh’s increasing misbehaviour. That is until the day Kayleigh had argued with her Mother. Her Mother was abroad and they were talking over the webcam. Her Mother insisted Zofia be called to the room. The 18 year old entered the bedroom. Kayleigh’s Mother looked at her 13 year old daughter and said somewhat harshly “Zofia is going to turn your bottom bright red. Then we will start this discussion again.” Kayleigh remembered her Mother looking at Zofia and nodding, and saw Zofia nod back, then look at her with a hard and dominant smile. “Follow me” Zofia instructed as she led the now whimpering Kayleigh to her own bedroom. Zofia sat on her dressing table chair and ordered the 13 year old Kayleigh to remove her skirt and knickers before being bent across the 18 year olds lap, and then bawling her eyes out when receiving the longest hardest spanking she reckoned she had ever had. When her Mother went on a business trip she and Kayleigh would speak to each other every day over the webcam. Kayleigh explained to me there were then so many occasions when her Mother said to her during some argument or other “go and find Zofia and ask her to turn you across her knee and give you a seriously long and hard lesson. Maybe once your bottom is bright red you will think again.” She would have to seek her out, explain what her Mother had said, and accept the inevitable painful embarrassing thrashing Zofia was so good at giving. 45 minutes later she would call her Mother back so she could see her daughters red eyed and tear stained face before continuing their conversation. Kayleigh would be smiling again within minutes as her Mother cheered her up now that she had been suitably disciplined. I didn’t understand why Kayleigh was so happy to have the Zofia stay with us, as I had only been told about the spankings. It was only later that Kayleigh told me that Zofia taught Kayleigh some, well, special things. How once Kayleigh turned 16 years old there would be afters to the spanking. How Zofia would remove her own knickers, sit on the bed, her legs wide open, knees bent, and Kayleigh would lie between her legs and bring the woman to climax, using her tongue, licking and sucking that so soft hair covered tender lipped vagina, searching out her clit and thrusting her tongue in and out until Zofia came. It wasn’t all lust, at least on Kayleigh’s part. Lying on the bed was Zofia’s cane. Kayleigh would always get the cane. Six if she gave Zofia an orgasm. Three if she gave her an exceptional orgasm. But 12 or more if Zofia didn’t come. In the early days Kayleigh often got twelve strokes. That reduced to ten and then eight quite quickly. It took Kayleigh a couple of months to get only six. Now she regularly gets only three strokes. After Zofia had come. Zofia would give Kayleigh a cuddle, stroking her warm bottom, her breasts, then her legs, inner thighs, then lowering herself between Kayleigh’s legs, showing her how to really give a woman an orgasm, and every time Kayleigh would come, loudly, gasping for breath, glowing, thrusting. And when she calmed down afterwards, still in Zofia’s arms, the polish woman would kiss Kayleigh’s cheek, stroke her hair, and say “you see my little one, that is what you must do. Do you understand?” Kayleigh would understand. She would look up into Zofia’s eyes, nod, a tear start to show as she waited. Zofia would think for a moment, look down at her young charge and reveal her decision. “Ten strokes” or what ever her decision was. If it was high Kayleigh would groan, but obediently stand up before grasping the chair and presenting her bottom for further punishment. If it was three then Kayleigh would positively shriek with delight and jump up, grabbing the chair with a smile and saying “thank you Zofia” before sticking her bottom higher in the air, as though three strokes were a real prize. An achievement. Kayleigh’s Mother never knew about this. Kayleigh would return to her bedroom to call her Mother and apologise, waiting for her Mother to forgive her, and continue the conversation from wherever they left off. So Kayleigh was quite happy for Zofia to live with us. Mind you she didn’t tell me about those afters. Not for a long time. We both agreed it was best to simply give Zofia total disciplinary control over us both. I don’t altogether remember the conversation because I seem to think I was drunk at the time, but Kayleigh assured me I did agree, and I even went straight across the girls lap that evening. Certainly my bottom was still a deep red the next morning, with twelve straight lines across it where Zofia had landed her cane. No afters for me that night though. At least none I remember. And on the many trips I made across Zofia’s lap over the ensuing months I certainly got no afters, other than the twelve strokes of the cane. I always got them straight after the bottom blasting spanking she gave me so expertly. I had no idea at the time that Kayleigh earned a reduced number of strokes as that option was never available to me. Kayleigh and I were attracted to each other because we had a similar temperance. If anything I was far naughtier than Kayleigh. I had been spanked even more often by my Mother right through until I got married. I thought that would stop after I left home, but Zofia made sure that didn’t happen. We both made repeated trips across Zofia’s lap and had our bare bottoms tanned by her open palm as well as slippers straps wooden backed hairbrushes and of course the cane So here I was again. I disobeyed a straight instruction. Be home by 9 O’clock or pay the penalty. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and heard the door swing open. “Good” Zofia said as she went over to the set of drawers and opened the top one, where I knew the strap and hairbrush were kept, and the cane of course. Zofia closed the drawer and walked over to the chair. “Come here Matthew” she instructed. “ Bend over my lap” she ordered, and I found myself looking at the carpet. A common sight for me.