Kristina felt her normal sense of foreboding as she walked up the pathway to Heather’s house. It was two o’clock on Saturday afternoon and she knew that although her cleaning and ironing duties should last three hours she was unlikely to leave much before eight o’clock. She wondered whether her bottom would be untouched or stinging when she left Heather's house that evening. That usually depended upon how satisfied Heather was with the quality of her work. Heather did not like imperfections, neither in cleaning duties nor in other things. Kristina had learned on previous occasions that Heather was exceptionally particular.

It was a cool afternoon but, as always, Kristina had to wear only summery clothes and today wore a green vest top that was tight and showed off her perhaps slightly too generous curves, as well as a short A-line white skirt that showed off her bare also slightly overweight thighs. However, it was Heather who told her what to wear and she was the boss and needed to be obeyed. In fact, Kristina happily accepted Heather’s strictures and did not wear a jacket or any other sort of top because that was what Heather preferred, and so she felt chilly as she knocked on the door.

Although Kristina’s duties were now very much as Heather’s cleaner, it hadn’t always been like that. When they first met it had been a real “relationship” in the usual sense of the word. Kristina often stayed overnight and they only went to sleep after giving each other the sort of deep, sensual orgasms that only girls together know how to give. That had lasted just a few months though, as Heather had begun to explore Kristina’s underlying submissiveness, as contrasted with Heather’s naturally dominating manner. Their relationship had gently and almost unnoticeably evolved as Kristina had slowly but steadily succumbed to Heather’s preferences and requests, and all the way to her current status as Heather’s cleaner, Heather’s domestic, Heather’s maid, Heather’s personal servant – in fact, whatever term might be chosen, she was it. Kristina no longer slept in Heather’s bed, but she changed the sheets and washed them too becoming only too aware of stains and scents which told her that Heather’s intimate life remained active with boys as well as girls she discovered to her surprise as she picked up one-day scraps of foil wrapping from beneath Heather’s bed.

A random onlooker would have expected that Kristina would have no need to take on extra work as a cleaner. She was a high-powered, highly-motivated and well-remunerated in-house legal counsel for a large corporation and did that job extremely well and led a small, but well-qualified team which dealt with all types of legal matters as required by the company. Kristina thoroughly enjoyed her work, but for some deep and private reason revelled in being subservient to her ex-girlfriend and lover. It could be seen as even stranger, given that Kristina was thirty-three years old and Heather was just twenty-five and yet was the dominant one in their relationship, particularly as Kristina had a far more senior job than Heather. Heather was just getting going in her own job, and in fact was very much a junior, but Kristina was well-established and a senior in hers.

Heather smiled as Kristina walked into the hall and she saw the goose-pimples on Kristina’s arms and thighs telling her how cold she must be. Good, she thought, as she would get down to cleaning all the faster for it. “Hi Kristina,” she said, even smiling as though greeting a friend, but one who accepted being ordered around.

Kristina knew her place and also with a smile replied respectfully, “Hi, Miss H, I hope you are well.” 

Kristina looked longingly but, she hoped, discretely, at Heather in her short-sleeved navy and white polka dot minidress, showing off her well-toned arms and legs and perfect breasts. Her long light brown hair flowed over her shoulders and added to her beauty. Kristina wanted so much to kiss, caress and ultimately undress her oh so strict boss lady right then, but knew she wouldn’t be allowed to.

Heather nodded her head and said in her usual haughty stern, ‘Do as I say,’ tone of voice, “Yes, I am well, thank you Kristina. But we do not have time to chat as you have lots to do today! Please do the upstairs first, hang up my dresses in the bedroom cupboard, and fold up and put away the other things. Put aside the things that need ironing so that you can do that later on. Make the bed with new bedding and brush and vacuum the floor. Clean the bathroom, and make sure that my shower and toilet are especially clean. Then take all the wet things out of the washing machine and hang them up to dry in the bathroom. Following that, please clean the kitchen, then the other bedroom and bathroom.”

Kristina loved it when Heather told her what to do. Her nipples always became erect under her bra on receiving orders (she hoped it did not show, at least not too obviously) and she felt the first tingle at the edges of her vagina as she saw Heather go and sit on her sofa, pick up a magazine, put her bare feet up on a cushioned stool and start to read, putting Kristina firmly in her place, as she always did. Kristina knew there would be dampness in her panties when she checked them. There always was when she cleaned for Heather. She dropped her smile on receiving her instructions, knowing she was expected to get to work, and immediately turned towards the stairs up to Heather's bedroom to start her domestic duties. She wondered what she would miss this time when cleaning. She knew that Heather always checked up on her and disciplined her if she discovered any shortcomings, which she usually did and Kristina almost always had to submit to discipline of some sort from Heather before being allowed home. She had not managed to leave with an unmarked bottom on so many occasions.

As she turned to leave the room, Kristina grew nervous because she had just noticed that Heather was looking closely at her bare arms and legs and that nervousness increased when Heather asked in a direct tone, “Have you gained weight, Krissy?”

Kristina knew she had and that she would be punished for it. “Yes, Miss H, one pound since last week. I am so sorry,” she said, in a submissive and shamed tone. "I know that I was supposed to be two pounds lighter this week, and instead I am one pound heavier. I will try so hard to lose it all by next time." 

It was a long-standing practice of Heather’s to monitor Kristina’s weight. Kristina was not at all what you would call "overweight", but did need to lose a few pounds here and there to meet Heather's aesthetic preferences. Heather preferred her “domestic help to be slim”, as she said. To incentivize Kristina, Heather used the fear of extra punishment measures, including especially her riding crop (her horsewhip) or even her cane for especially poor performance. “Are you sure it is only one pound, girl or do you need to get undressed so I can weigh you myself?” Heather demanded to know, as she examined her cleaning lady more closely. It was the given reason why she insisted Kristina wore clothes that showed off her arms and legs. Of course, Heather still loved to see Kristina’s body even though they had not slept together for quite some time, and so having Kristina strip on demand had the double benefit of letting Heather identify any changes in her weight. 

Heather still respected Kristina’s acceptance of her lowly status though, and she appreciated having all her housework and laundry done by a willing, attractive and obedient domestic, and loved that Kristina seemed to lap up being humiliated by her boss and so she remained distant and very strict. 

It was strange because Heather knew that Kristina treated her own cleaner almost as a friend, yet did not want the same respect when being a cleaner herself but this eccentricity did not stop Heather masturbating at night while visualizing Kristina’s naked body. However, Heather would never sleep with her household staff, so any continuing lusts which either of them felt were destined to be unrequited. 

Kristina knew it was two pounds she had gained and not one, and that if Heather forced her to undress and get weighed she would be caught out, and lying earned her extra strokes of that oh so horrid horsewhip. So, Kristina decided it was best to admit she had lied rather than have Heather force the discovery of the lie. “Actually, it is two pounds, Miss H,” she admitted blushing and clasping her hands in front of her face with embarrassment at having to admit so quickly to lying. Kristina never understood how she had hoped to get away with the lie from her eagle-eyed boss. She never lied at work and although never just ordered her staff around she still in her own mind questioned everything her team told her. However, she acted like the most junior member of staff when with Heather and forgot all of her training, and then suffered because of it.

Heather gave Kristina a knowing look and said sternly, “Two pounds earns four strokes of the horsewhip, but as you lied that doubles to eight strokes which I will give you after you have done the cleaning and I have checked your work. Now get started, girl,” she ordered.

Kristina winced at the tariff and already regretted the chocolate cake she had eaten over the last two days and her lie. She so hated the horsewhip which Heather used on her with a particular relish, but then she knew the penalty and still she lied, which inevitably led to an increased punishment. At least she did not get caught out by being weighed, which would have earned her sixteen strokes, she told herself, and hoped she would learn from her lie. She knew she wouldn’t, though.

Heather shook her head in admonishment and ordered, “So don’t just stand there, girl. Get going! You have lots to do before I punish you for lying to your mistress and employer.”

“Yes, Miss H, sorry, Miss H,” Kristina said whilst blushing, knowing once again she had been put in her place by her boss lady. She turned and quickly walked out of the room and into the hallway.

Heather smiled as she watched Kristina wince and blush as she loved making her squirm like that. She so wanted to make her undress completely naked and force her to stand on the scales as she stood by her and savoured the sight of her full breasts and so spankable bottom. Still, at least some of that would happen before she sent Kristina home, and she knew that Kristina preferred to get on with the cleaning first without necessarily knowing what was bound to happen to her before being dismissed for the day.

Kristina hauled the vacuum cleaner and dusters up to Heather’s bedroom. She looked around and saw the bed unmade, with clothes strewn on top of it and with more clothes and shoes and random bits of tissue scattered all over the floor. Kristina sighed at the sight, but quickly settled in to the mundane task of tidying up Heather’s bedroom, but which in reality was for her a welcome break from the tensions at work. As Heather's lady maid she didn’t have to fight any political battles or make any difficult legal decisions, but just had to do what she was told and clean and tidy up.

After hanging up and putting away various garments, including Heather's lovely dresses, skirts, trousers, tops, tights, knickers and socks too, setting aside the ironing, putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket and making Heather’s bed, Kristina happily dusted all of the surfaces including the walls and coving, before hoovering the carpet making sure she used the attachment for the edges. She then went into Heather's bathroom and cleaned the toilet, head down into the toilet bowl (and being very aware that Heather's primal and private scents inhabited the toilet bowl and created a quite unique and erotic environment), and scrubbed hard to make sure the toilet brush cleaned away every speck, the shower (including pulling free every one of Heather's luxurious long hairs out of the drain grill) and the basin (ditto) before again dusting and hoovering and finally mopping the floor.

Kristina next went to the washing machine in the kitchen, pulled all the wet washing into a carrying basket and took it back to the bathroom to hang everything up on the clothes rack. It mainly consisted of knickers, some regular, some skimpy and transparent, some black, some white, some coloured, as well as bras, tights (most of which Kristina had to turn un-inside out) some high denier for work, some sheer and glittery for fun, and socks, of course, tops, leggings, skirts, trousers, which all had to be neatly folded over the rungs. Kristina was all the time conscious that a punishment would come before she left the house, and the closer it got the more aroused she became.

Kristina went back to Heather’s bedroom knowing she had deliberately left Heather’s nightdress, a short and pretty garment, on the bed and the last thing she did was to pick it up, put it to her nose and smell it, and then fold it and place it carefully on top of the pillow, with Heather's teddy sitting next to it. She loved touching Heather’s night clothes which together with her knickers and tights were the closest thing she could experience that was so close to her body.

With a loving sigh Kristina then went back to the kitchen, stacked the dishwasher, washed up the other plates and cutlery piled high in the sink (she didn’t complain, this was her job, for her adored boss), cleaned the sink, cleaned the surfaces including the cooker, and mopped the floor. Then she moved on to the second bedroom and set about dusting and hoovering and generally tidying up before doing the same to the second bathroom. It had been her bathroom whenever she had stayed with Heather although they had shared the main bedroom.

Kristina returned to the pile of clothes which she had placed on one side to iron. It took an hour as usual to iron everything, but she found ironing relaxing rather than boring. Once the upstairs and ironing was finished Kristina dusted and hoovered the stairs and the downstairs hallway. 

Kristina knew the living room was left to do and started towards the room although that was where Heather would be. She walked in and asked respectfully, “May I clean in here please, Miss H?”

Heather glanced up and said a perfunctory, “Yes, girl,” before turning back to her magazine and continued to read.

Kristina imagined to herself, when her back was turned on Heather, that Heather would be watching her working and Kristina pictured a smile on Heather's face. She was never sure whether that was the case but she liked to think so.

After dusting and hoovering which included asking Heather to lift her legs so she could hoover in front of her seat, Kristina cleaned the dining room.

Finally, Kristina put the hoover, dusters and other cleaning items away in the under stairs cupboard before going back in to the living room and asking, “How about a cup of tea, Miss H?”

The answer was always the same as now Heather knew it was her turn to have some fun. “Yes, a cup of tea would be wonderful thank you Kristina. Please fetch me one and come and sit down with me for a chat.” Having made the tea for Heather, Kristina returned to the living room, passed the cup and saucer to Heather on the sofa and sat elegantly down on the floor just near to her. Heather was very firm that her domestic staff should not sit on her furniture and that the floor was quite sufficient. Similarly, staff were not permitted to use either of the toilets in the house and needed to take care of calls of nature before arriving at work. 

Heather smiled and asked in a friendly tone, “So how are things?”

Kristina and Heather then spent a few minutes chatting about what they had done in the last week, and what else was happening in their lives. Keeping her distance, Heather told Kristina when to refill her cup of tea, but they carried on chatting until Heather felt that she knew enough about what was going on in Kristina’s life to be able to continue to control her and rely on her regular attendance to clean. 

Once that stage was reached and Heather had had enough tea, Heather returned to her, ‘I’m the boss,’ persona and announced with a stern look on her face, “Let’s go and check your work, and I haven’t forgotten the eight strokes with the horsewhip you have already earned.”

Kristina licked and bit her lip in anticipation knowing she was almost certainly going to earn extras for whatever Heather discovered had not been cleaned properly.

Heather stood up and went upstairs followed by an increasingly tense Kristina. As expected, Heather had no trouble finding fault with Kristina’s standard of work. Her bed was made but the blanket wasn’t flat enough, there was dust behind the dressing table and more under all three beds which Kristina had failed to pull out when she hoovered. The same was found to be the case downstairs where furniture hadn’t been moved, and Heather saw a stain on the cooker as well.

Heather carried a clipboard with her as always and Kristina winced as she saw black mark after black mark and knew as they finished off in the dining room that she was going to get many more than eight lashes with the horsewhip.

Heather stood by the sideboard and counted the black marks and multiplied them to turn the number into strokes of the whip. She looked up and eyeing Kristina said, “Well, my girl, I need to spank your bare bottom and then give you twenty-four lashes with the horsewhip. Get it for me, girl.”

Kristina didn’t argue as she knew if she did she would only get more extras and so opened the bottom drawer of the sideboard and took out the horsewhip she so hated. Of course, she knew the hate only lasted for a short while after the whipping because the stinging turned to a warmly erotic tingling, but she had to get through all the strokes of the whip first, of course.

As Kristina fetched the horsewhip, Heather turned a dining chair in to the room and stood by it. The window was open and so anyone passing by would be able to hear the sound of the initial hand spanking and then the crueller whipping. The neighbours all knew what happened on cleaning day but Kristina accepted the embarrassment and humiliation of being punished so near an open window, albeit desperately hoping that none of the neighbours knew or suspected for a moment that she was a senior in-house counsel at a well-known corporation.

Heather took the horsewhip, sat down in the chair, and, observing the blushing Kristina instructed, “Lift your apron and skirt up high above your waist and take your knickers off, my girl, and then get across my lap.”

Kristina looked down at Heather’s lap and saw because her dress was short that her thighs were bare and so her bare tummy would lie across those scrummy sexy thighs. She lifted her skirt up above her waist and tucked the back of the skirt into her apron strings to keep her pale bottom exposed. Putting her thumbs inside the elastic of her white and delicately embroidered cotton knickers she eased them down to below her knees and stepped out of them before scooping them up. She felt the dampness that she knew was there as she neatly folded her most intimate garment and placed her knickers on the table top. The act of exposing herself made Kristina quiver with excitement, but mingled with fear and trepidation. With her skirt tucked up at the back it meant that her bottom was now bare and she held her garments up above her waist in front too as Heather had instructed, waiting for the next move. Kristina glanced out of the dining room window and saw the grinning face of one of Heather’s neighbours, a pleasant-looking woman, peering in from outside, looking forward to the show. Kristina suddenly felt very aware of her pubic bush, trimmed and tidy, but a bush all the same. She felt the breeze from outside filter through her pubic hair and between her legs, there. She blushed as she felt ashamed, naked, vulnerable, and watched. Kristina knew that the neighbour had watched before and so would know exactly what was going to happen and blushed a deep red and she looked down at her feet as she observed the neighbour’s gleeful curiosity. It was so humiliating, but in her deep submission Kristina knew that it turned her on as well.

Kristina turned away from the window and slowly lowered herself across Heather’s waiting lap which meant she would at least be out of sight of the neighbour. As her face ended up inches from the floor she relaxed as she looked at Heather’s upside-down legs and her own dangling on the far side of the chair. She felt childlike as she lay across Heather’s soft almost motherly lap, but Kristina knew that she deserved to be punished both for lying to her lady employer and for her poor cleaning skills.

Heather enjoyed looking down at Kristina’s bare bottom and loved rubbing her hand in circles around the soft skin of both full bottom cheeks and up and down the backs of both soft fleshy thighs. She also looked at the back of Kristina’s upside-down head and scolded her with, “You must be more thorough when you clean,” and, “Don’t lie to me again.”

Kristina, in turn, loved being scolded by Heather and having her bottom and legs rubbed. She so wanted to be in bed with Heather so that they could give each other tongue and finger sex, but they were well past that relationship and both settled in the mistress/servant relationship they now had. Heather had just recently instructed Kristina to draft up a contract of employment between them which would make Kristina contractually bound to carry out cleaning duties for Heather and as a lawyer, Kristina was looking forward to exercising her drafting skills to create a contract for her own servitude. It was not the sort of document she had prepared before, but she presumed she could find a basic template for a domestic service agreement on the internet somewhere, and adapt that to bind herself legally to be Heather’s maidservant. Kristina was not quite hesitating in writing a first draft of the contract, but she had not started yet and had mentally shivered and paused when Heather had stipulated that the contract should be for life, and furthermore that, while Heather would have the right to terminate the contract at short notice, Kristina would have no right to terminate at all, ever. ‘Could she risk entering such a contract?’ she was wondering to herself. She loved being Heather’s cleaner, but to be bound for life was a serious undertaking. The contract would have to provide for disciplinary measures too, for all her life. If she signed such an agreement she would become essentially Heather’s possession, and her chattel.

Heather was happy she had scolded Kristina enough and raising her hand brought her open palm down hard on Kristina’s bottom. She saw the red mark appear as she raised her hand again and spanked Kristina’s other bottom cheek before proceeding to land spank after spank on alternate bare bottom cheeks.

Kristina accepted the spanking, as always. She knew she could have avoided every one of those black marks if she had been more careful. As a lawyer she was trained to be careful but she had just been too slack, that was it, and she determined to ask her own cleaner, that nice girl from Eastern Europe, to advise her how she could clean things better. She would have to be careful how she asked though, as most cleaners do not expect their bosses to have cleaning jobs in their spare time and Kristina did not want any awkward questions. However, all these thoughts of improving soon disappeared from her mind as the spanks continued and the stinging took over her senses. She gasped louder and louder, before letting out her first sob.

Heather heard the sob as she saw she was turning Kristina’s bottom cheeks brighter and brighter shades of red, and felt encouraged by it, and so spanked harder and harder, changing tack and landing spank after spank on the same bottom cheek and then doing the same to the backs of Kristina’s thighs.

Kristina was struggling and wriggling as the spanks kept on landing, and more so when Heather spanked the backs of her thighs. She was sobbing and her eyes were blurred so she knew they were tear-filled and still Heather kept her across her lap and spanked her and as she did Kristina told herself how it was all her own fault and she deserved to be spanked.

Heather decided she had spanked Kristina enough once her bottom and legs were glowing vermillion, and ordered, “Get up, girl, that was just to get you ready. Go and bend over the dining table for your real punishment.”

Kristina was still sobbing as she eased herself up from Heather’s lap and rubbing her bottom went and stood at the end of the table before bending over and grabbing the sides of the table as far along as she could knowing her bottom cheeks were again unprotected and now ready to be whipped, even though already red and smarting.

Heather watched as Kristina stretched out her arms and positioned her bottom cheeks. The whipping would be more painful with Kristina’s bottom so sore, although at least her cleaning girl’s behind was warmed up! Heather noticed as she viewed the proffered bottom that Kristina’s intimate lips were glistening with moisture, with excitement. ‘Hmm,’ thought Heather to herself, if Kristina was enjoying this, then she would have to whip her even harder as this was a punishment and not a play session. Heather positioned herself to the side and tapped the business end of the horsewhip on Kristina’s glowing bottom cheeks a couple of times before looking at the back of Kristina’s head of auburn hair and saying sternly, “Twenty-four strokes to come, my girl.”

Kristina sniffed and replied a sorrowful, “Yes, Miss H,” as she looked at the wooden table top inches from her face, as if hoping that the table top might provide comfort.

Heather waited a moment before pulling her arm back and bringing the horsewhip down forcefully with a swish and a final flick of her wrist and watched as Kristina’s kissable lickable sexy bottom cheek yielded to the whip, cascaded around, and settled back down just as she landed the whip again, this time on the other bottom cheek. Heather smiled as Kristina yelped after each subsequent stroke and grasped the table with her whitening knuckles showing how hard she was gripping the sides.

Heather didn’t wait but pulled her arm back and landed a lash on the first bottom cheek and proceeded to land lash after lash on alternate bottom cheeks as Kristina yelped and whimpered more and more loudly.

As she listened to the squeaks and yelps and gasps coming out from Kristina, Heather glanced out of the window and saw the woman and now a younger woman, a teenage girl, looking in the window with rapt attention. Both were clearly enjoying Kristina’s pain and humiliation and were smiling as they made little comments to each other. Heather loved it that her neighbours knew she whipped her cleaner. In a strange sort of way, it gave her some standing in the community as a girl not be messed with, and it was apparently quite a local discussion topic over a glass of white wine or two. She even reckoned that one or two of her neighbours might even secretly be wishing that they could ask to be whipped by her one day. Heather decided to give some thought as to how to bring that conversation about.

Heather kept count of the strokes and when she had given the twelfth she stopped and rubbed the horsewhip from side to side across Kristina’s now glowing red, striped and in places blue bruised bottom cheeks. She loved hearing the groans that Kristina made. She always did. Indeed, it was exactly Kristina’s noises, her groans, her gasps, her squeaks and her sobs that made her neighbours aroused when they watched a whipping, and was why Heather considered at least one of them wanted to try being on the receiving end. Indeed, Heather had told Kristina her thoughts and Kristina agreed that anyone watching who had submissive desires as she did would want to try it, although she knew that asking for the first time would be the hardest moment.

Heather glanced out of the window again and saw both women still standing outside and smiled at them, encouraging them to ask her to whip them. Heather had promised to let Kristina give her tongue sex If she was ever able to whip one of her neighbours which was why Kristina was happy enough to leave the window open and let them watch and listen. Certainly, it was humiliating, but Kristina could bear to be humiliated if it made Heather look good, which this clearly did.

Heather looked back towards Kristina’s bruised bottom and made ready to deliver the second dozen strokes. She pulled her arm back and landed the whip even harder than before on Kristina’s bottom cheek. Swinging her arm again, Heather brought the whip down on the same bottom cheek and then did so a third time, before landing three lashes in a row on the other bottom cheek.

Kristina was used to the whip landing time and again on the same bottom cheek but it hurt so much more and she knew tears would quickly flow down her face and as they did she sobbed loudly. She always sobbed because the pain and humiliation was so intense but she also knew that Heather was intent on making each whipping a painful one to try to make her improve her cleaning skills. However, it didn’t work out that way and Kristina was surprised how quickly she forget how painful the whipping was which was probably why she never remembered to be more careful.

Heather landed three more strokes on one bottom cheek and then with a particular relish landed the last three on the other bottom cheek making sure those last three were particularly hard. She knew they were by the ever louder yelps she heard Kristina make, as well as the crying that continued well after the final impact.

As Kristina stayed in place, Heather rubbed and squeezed her bottom; which Kristina found so comforting and almost a reward, except the real reward was when Heather rubbed the inside of her thighs and trailed her fingers tantalisingly along Kristina’s moist pussy lips.

Heather knew she was placing Kristina on a journey which could end in an orgasm. She wanted to trace her fingertips along her special lips knowing they would be wet and that Kristina would part her legs to encourage further touching. However, it was the unspoken rule that Heather would only tantalise Kristina just enough to drive her crazy with suppressed desire for her mistress, but never enough to bring her anywhere near to an orgasm, as that maintained their mistress/servant status without extending it to places reserved for lovers.

Kristina sighed with disappointment as Heather ceased caressing her pussy lips and lay on the table waiting obediently for the order to get up.

Heather savoured the sight of Kristina’s ridged, striped and reddened bottom before ordering, “Get up, girl. Don’t forget, no knickers on now because you have been punished.”

Kristina eased herself up and as she straightened out her skirt she left her knickers off. She picked them off the table top and slipped them into her bag. She also knew her reddened legs would show below the hem of her skirt as she walked home, and so anyone who walked behind her would know she had been spanked. She didn’t mind that though as no one would know for sure, except of course for Heather’s neighbours.

Once dressed Kristina looked at the clock and saw it was nearly eight o’clock. She smiled at Heather and said a respectful, “Thank you for disciplining me, Miss H.”

Heather opened the door and said in a voice that she knew her waiting neighbours would hear, “Make sure you clean better next week, girl.”

Kristina said so that she could also be heard, “I will try, Miss H.”

Kristina then walked back down the pathway and passed the two neighbours who both saw how red her upper legs were and whispered how strict Heather was with the, “poor cleaner”, but Kristina sensed that Heather was right and they were in awe and might want to be whipped themselves one day.

As Kristina made her way home she desperately wanted to rub her bottom but couldn’t, as it would be too obvious in the streets. She felt the cold again on her arms and legs but loved that the feeling contrasted with the warmth of her bottom, and even having no knickers made her smile and turned her on. It had been a good day, she told herself, and would end well with several orgasms when she got home. She reckoned Heather would pleasure herself as well.

Both Kristina and Heather would look forward to next time. So would their neighbours.

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Author's Note: I wrote this story together with my friend Kristina Katyn, who had written to tell me how much she enjoyed my writing.  She has written other stories too.  This story is based partly at least on some of her experiences in real life.  I hope you enjoy it.