Mrs Hopkins had been the Housekeeper at Alden Manor and had worked for the - Alden family for the last twenty-five-years. She was now sixty-five-years-old and had started work for the family soon after they had got married and had seen both their children born. Indeed, she was very much part of both children’s upbringing.

The current Alden’s in residence were the third generation and they lived by some very old-fashioned standards. They expected Mrs Hopkins as the Housekeeper to manage the household including the several staff as well as the household budget. In fact, it was recognised that she was a very competent Housekeeper.

Mrs Hopkins was the fifth generation to work as staff in a large estate and had learned the trade from her mum and grandma and heard stories of how her great-grandma and great-great-grandma were dominant figures within their households. Below stairs anyway and dating back to Victorian times.

Now Mrs Hopkins was getting to her own retirement age she recognised that as she wasn’t married she would be the last of her family to hold the esteemed and many would say favoured position of Housekeeper. Of course, she never forgot that she was ‘Staff,’ but equally when dealing with those staff who reported to her she was able to manage them with an iron fist, and did so, making sure anyone who fell below the high standards she set was dealt with severely.

Over the years, Mrs Hopkins had given housemaids and kitchen staff short shrift and was known to demand in front of the other staff for them to explain why their standard had fallen short. When they admitted that they were in the wrong she invariably gave them a choice of either leaving or accepting a disciplinary spanking or horse-whipping or caning. Few wanted to leave and so accepted whatever punishment Mrs Hopkins decided was appropriate and it was almost always humiliatingly in front of the other staff.

Most staff wondered how come Mr or Mrs Alden didn’t restrain Mrs Hopkins because it was not normally acceptable in 2017 to deal with staff in that way. However, what was explained to any daring enough to ask was that Mrs Hopkins was responsible for bringing up the two children of Mr and Mrs Alden and she used the same iron hand with them. At least she did with the eldest daughter, Katherine. 

Indeed, most staff had the most clear memory of when Katherine Alden was eighteen-years-old and had openly criticised Mrs Hopkins in front of several of the kitchen staff. After Katherine had showered and dressed in a skimpy shortie nightdress and was about to go to bed Mrs Hopkins stormed in to her bedroom and insisted the teenager go with her to her own rooms. They heard Mrs Hopkins berate poor Katherine who they heard apologise profusely time and again. What followed shocked the staff who heard it. There was the unmistakable sound of a cane being used on a bare bottom and there was no doubt from the cries that came after each stroke that the cane was being given to Katherine. Twenty-four strokes were counted out judging from each cry.

When Katherine left Mrs Hopkins rooms they heard her say most sincerely how sorry she was. To be fair the words didn’t come out all that well as she was crying uncontrollably and rubbing her bottom and continued to rub her bottom and wipe the tears from her eyes as she made her way back to her bedroom. Even the following morning when the maids served breakfast they saw that Katherine was squirming uncomfortably on her chair.

Katherine never berated Mrs Hopkins again and the staff realised that Mrs Hopkins was indeed untouchable.

When Katherine left home to go to University attention turned to Jessica, who was now sixteen-years-old. Jessica had been careful not to be confrontational with Mrs Hopkins. Over the years’ Mrs Hopkins had helped Jessica with her homework taking on that duty as Mrs Alden was too busy with her own life and it was a long-established role of the Housekeeper anyway. 

Jessica would quite often be scolded by Mrs Hopkins for one misdemeanour or another both in private and in front of other staff but had never been physically disciplined by her. The other staff often joked about how come Jessica had never even been smacked by Mrs Hopkins let alone dealt with as she had done that time with Katherine.

One summers day the unthinkable happened. The day had started normally enough. Jessica had come downstairs dressed as she often did in a short-sleeved floral dress with a white belt and trainers and bare legs. Breakfast was served and afterwards Jessica went to the library where she spent the morning with Mrs Hopkins going through a project that she was doing for her A-Levels. They worked until lunchtime and as it was a Saturday all the staff knew Jessica would be free to do what she wanted to do in the afternoon.

Mr and Mrs Alden were away on holiday and had been for the previous week. What was noticeable was that Jessica had been rather more friendly with the staff than her parents. She liked Emily in particular a maid who was seventeen-years-old and had worked at the house for the last year. She was the most junior member of staff. Earlier in the day she had been cleaning one of the bedrooms when she had dropped a vase which smashed on the bathroom floor. 

Mrs Hopkins was in a particularly bad mood that day because of some bad news she had received and when she heard what had happened confronted Emily in the kitchen. Because she was in such a tetchy mood she didn’t even let Emily explain and simply insisted she get undressed in front of the several staff who were also in the kitchen. 

Emily was horrified but knew she had to obey or be sacked and so unzipped her dress and pushed it down to the floor and stepped out of it. She pushed her knickers down next and stepped out of them and finally unclipped her bra, let it slide down her arms and catching it and putting it with her other clothes before standing looking at Mrs Hopkins trying to cover her bare breasts and bare pussy albeit without too much success.

Mrs Hopkins scolded Emily as she undressed and then put her across her lap and spanked her for a long time with her hand and then with a wooden paddle. Indeed, the spanking was long and hard reflecting Mrs Hopkin’s bad mood and lack of tolerance even though that had nothing to do with Emily. In any case Emily’s bottom was turned brighter and brighter red as she lay naked across Mrs Hopkins lap with her legs kicking and bare breasts hanging down as she struggled particularly with the wooden paddle.
 
After the spanking Emily was waved away by a still bad-tempered Mrs Hopkins. She got dressed again still watched by several of the other staff and was mortified with the embarrassment and humiliation she had suffered and was crying freely and rubbing her bottom as she walked back towards her own bedroom. When nearly there Jessica saw her and asked what the matter was. “I broke a vase but it wasn’t my fault, Miss. Mrs Hopkins questioned me in the kitchen but she didn’t let me explain how it was an accident and put me across her lap and spanked me. It was so unfair as I had been very careful but Pebbles came in to the room and jumped up at me and the vase slipped out of my hand.”

“She should have let you explain, Emily,” Jessica said. Pebbles was Jessica’s pet spaniel who was boisterous at the best of times and had made Jessica drop things when he jumped up at her and so she fully understood what Emily was saying. 

Emily was still rubbing her bottom as she replied, “Mrs Hopkins didn’t give me a chance to, Miss. She just went on about me being careless and that I deserved a spanking.”

“That does seem unfair,” Jessica said to herself although out loud.

“I think so too, Miss” Emily bleated. “It’s just that she sees herself as unassailable and can do as she likes. Of course, she is the Housekeeper and has lots of responsibilities but she should be fair as well, shouldn’t she, Miss?”

Jessica certainly thought so and indeed had had that discussion with Mrs Hopkins just that day. The project Jessica was doing was about Victorian households and in particular the upper classes who, like Alden Manner, had several layers of staff with the Housekeeper being the person in charge. Jessica had even suggested to Mrs Hopkins that she was very much like a Victorian Housekeeper who hadn’t moved with the times.

Mrs Hopkins had argued there was no real difference as the staff had to know who was the boss and respect that person unquestioningly and in this household that person was her.

Jessica had pointed out that the lady of the house was even more senior than the Housekeeper and that she should also decide what measures should be taken against those members of staff whose performance fell below that what which was required.

Mrs Hopkins said she agreed but only to an extent. The lady of the house should deal with the family whilst the Housekeeper needed to deal with the staff.

When Jessica reminded Mrs Hopkins that she had punished Katherine that time, Mrs Hopkins blushed but said she did so because she felt that Mrs Alden wasn’t doing enough to bring up her or her sister and that she therefore took it upon herself to instil the necessary discipline. She added, “Had Madam said that she would deal with Katherine then as the lady of the house I would have respected that and left her to it. After all, I will always respect the lady of the house.”

Jessica laughed when she said, “So with my parents away I am the lady of the house so will you do whatever I say, Mrs Hopkins?”

Mrs Hopkins realised that the young Jessica was the lady of the house with her parents being away and replied, “Unquestionably, Miss Jessica?” showing her the respect her forbears showed their mistresses.

When Jessica asked how come she had never been spanked by Mrs Hopkins the reply surprised her. “You are a well-behaved young lady and everyone respects you and in fact I don’t think you have ever deserved to be spanked. If you had been guilty of some major indiscretion, then believe me I would have spanked you just as hard as I spanked Katherine.”

Jessica could not stop herself saying, “You mean unless mother said she would deal with me?”

Mrs Hopkins blushed again as she replied, “Quite so, Miss Jessica.”

Jessica was quite taken by the compliment and happily spent the rest of the morning on her project before going back to her rooms for a shower and then dressed down for the afternoon. It was very hot and Jessica wore a white vest top that was tight and showed off her pert breasts and cotton pant shorts that were so brief from the back they didn’t fully cover her bottom cheeks. She had bare legs because of the heat and flat casual summer sandals. She was walking to the swimming pool when she bumped in to Emily after her spanking.

Jessica was unhappy that her own dog had been the cause of Emily’s accident and certainly thought Mrs Hopkins should have spent more time listening to the facts rather than just deciding to spank Emily. She decided to confront Mrs Hopkins to explain how she had dropped below her own high standards. So, she made her way to the kitchens where she knew Mrs Hopkins having her own lunch.

Jessica didn’t see any reason to wait and stood in front of Mrs Hopkins and stated firmly, “Why did you spank Emily without investigating if that was really justified?”

Mrs Hopkins was taken by surprise as she had never been spoken to in that tone of voice. Even Mr and Mrs Alden had never spoken to her like that yet here was a mere sixteen-year-old girl being so assertive. “Excuse me, Jessica, but I have rather more experience than you so far as staff are concerned.”

Jessica knew Mrs Hopkins wouldn’t like to be questioned but she was more determined than ever to explain that Emily did not deserve to be spanked so decided to show her intent by saying firmly, “Miss Jessica or Madam, if you please, Mrs Hopkins.”

Just then two of the staff came in to the kitchen to clear away the first course things and the junior chef brought in the next course for Mrs Hopkins and they caught Jessica insisting on being addressed more formally.

Mrs Hopkins was wide-eyed in anger and was about to give a very firm retort when she saw the staff come in and held back on her reply. Instead she did as Jessica asked and replied, “Of course, Miss Jessica, Madam,” knowing Jessica would not be able to object to the double show of respect even though it was said with a straight face but was meant to be sarcastic.

Jessica knew that Mrs Hopkins was mocking her presumably because she was just sixteen-years-old but decided to face Mrs Hopkins off. “Let me remind you that as my parents are away I am the lady of the house.”

Three more of the staff had come in from the adjacent rooms when they heard the raised voices and a few moments later all the staff except for the two gardeners were in the kitchen.

Mrs Hopkins was taking umbridge at the way she was being spoken to and years of being unquestioned by anyone led her to believe she would be able to deal with ‘Young Jessica,’ who she fully intended putting across her lap within the hour. Of course, she knew that Jessica was nominally the mistress of the house with her parents away but they would be back in two weeks’ time and so it was a position that was really quite meaningless and certainly in Victorian times would not have been even close to being an issue for the Housekeeper. 

However, Mrs Hopkins reminded herself that it wasn’t Victorian times and so she knew she had to be a bit more respectful. However, she also intended staying firm and deal with the upstart teenager as she had now embarrassed her in front of almost all of the staff.

Jessica had decided that this was an argument that was bound to happen ever since Mrs Hopkins had beaten Katherine. She had consoled Katherine giving her motherly hugs and had also rubbed arnica in to her reddened bottom with raised welts caused by the horsewhip.

So suddenly there was a face-off with the staff knowing they were watching the current lady in charge on the one hand and the most senior member of staff on the other and it was almost unanimous that they hoped the lady in charge would come out on top.

Jessica glared at Mrs Hopkins and said, “I asked how come Emily dropped the vase. Did you, Mrs Hopkins.”

“Mrs Hopkins was livid. “Yes, I did, Jessica.”

Jessica broke in and said firmly, “I said address me as Miss Jessica or Madam. Please don’t make me ask you a third time”

Mrs Hopkins was taken aback by the repeated reprimand but realised that given what had already been said she would need to show more respect and so said a more dutiful, “Sorry, Miss Jessica,”

Two of the more junior staff gasped in surprise at the suddenly more deferential tone of Mrs Hopkin’s voice.

Jessica pressed her current advantage. “Why didn’t you ask Emily how the accident happened?”

Mrs Hopkins was aggressive and replied, “It hardly matters, Miss Jessica. The fact is the vase was broken and she deserved to be reprimanded.”

“Spanked, you mean,” Jessica pressed.

“Yes, spanked, Miss Jessica,” Mrs Hopkins retorted showing no remorse.

“Emily dropped the vase because Pebbles jumped up at her,” Jessica explained.

Mrs Hopkins was wide-eyed at the statement. She knew Pebbles was a boisterous dog and was known to jump up at everyone. Indeed, Pebbles had jumped up at her two weeks ago when she was holding a drink in a rather expensive crystal glass. What was more was that it was one of a set. She had been drinking with Jessica at the time and Jessica had been sympathetic then and told Mrs Hopkins it was an accident and not to worry over it. Mrs Hopkins remembered being very thankful that Jessica had been so understanding. However, seeing Jessica’s cross looking face maybe that incident was going to rebound now.

When Jessica saw that Mrs Hopkins didn’t respond but seemed to be miles away thinking about something else she was confident that she was remembering her own accident involving Pebbles. “So, you dropped that glass and Emily dropped the vase and both because of Pebbles. What is the difference between the two incidents, Mrs Hopkins?” Jessica demanded to know.

Suddenly Mrs Hopkins was rather less aggressive and was realising she had overreacted to Emily’s incident. Maybe she should apologise, she thought, but as she looked up she saw all of the staff watching and thought that if she did then her reputation might be damaged beyond repair. So, she didn’t apologise, and instead said, “Quite so, Miss Jessica and understood. I will speak with Emily and explain.”

Jessica realised that Mrs Hopkins now accepted that she had been wrong. The question though was whether she should carry on and get the revenge she wanted for Katherine or whether she should accept what was the best apology Mrs Hopkins had ever given. She thought about it for a few moments but decided the memory of Katherine’s bottom needed to be revenged. “Really, Mrs Hopkins? You will speak to Emily? Will you say, ‘Sorry,’ and reckon everything is then good? Is her spanking really all that different to the beating you gave Katherine?”

Mrs Hopkins retorted, “The two are very different. Katherine was rude to me in front of the staff.”

“Miss Katherine,” Jessica deliberately demanded.

Mrs Hopkins realised she been picked up on yet another mistake. “Miss Katherine,” Mrs Hopkins said correcting herself and looking evermore contrite.

“One obvious difference is that Emily’s was an accident. Don’t you agree, Mrs Hopkins?”

Mrs Hopkins knew it was a pivotal moment. How could she say anything other than it was an accident now she knew that Pebbles had jumped up at her?  How could she say that was any different to when Pebbles jumped up at her and she dropped the rather expensive crystal glass? She realised that she had no choice but to accept the upstart teenager was right. It made her blood boil but she also knew that in the end Jessica was right and she was wrong and so she had to apologise and not just gloss over it. So, looking even more contrite Mrs Hopkins looked at the floor and mumbled, “Sorry, Miss Jessica. You are right and I should have been more diligent in dealing with the maid. It will not happen again.”

Jessica was elated that she got the admission from Mrs Hopkins. However, she wanted more and decided to frighten her by threatening, “Well I think you need to be spanked, Mrs Hopkins.” She expected quite an argument but was resolute.

Mrs Hopkins scrunched up her face and licked her lips and swallowed hard as she said, “Shall we go to my rooms then, Miss Jessica?”

Mrs Hopkins certainly didn’t want a spanking but rather than argue the point in front of the other staff she saw her rooms as a seat of power where she could convince Jessica to let her off.

Jessica had no intention of leaving the kitchen now that Mrs Hopkins was on the back foot. “No, Mrs Hopkins. You spanked Emily in front of the staff and I, as the lady of the house, will spank you in front of them as well. Only then will you be sufficiently chastised.”

Mrs Hopkins gasped. She was so used to getting her own way she never even considered that Jessica would refuse her request and as she looked around she saw the startled looks on the faces of the staff who also found the situation unbelievable. 

Nevertheless, Jessica didn’t back down and looking across the room saw the same paddle on the wall that Mrs Hopkins had used on Emily and looking at one of the maids ordered, “Please bring me the paddle,” before glaring at Mrs Hopkins and demanding, “Now get undressed for your spanking.”

Mrs Hopkins was clearly distraught and felt like the staff must feel when ordered to undress to be punished. She blushed and looked close to tears herself at the realisation that she was being ordered by the rightful lady of the house to prepare to be spanked. Jessica may only be sixteen-years-old but with her parents away it was absolutely correct that she was in charge and was demanding to have her own way. Rightly of course as she had wrongly spanked Emily.

So, accepting the inevitable Mrs Hopkins unzipped her dress and as she pushed it down to the floor heard the gasps of surprise from the staff. She stepped out of the dress and put it on a chair before pushing her knickers down, stepping out of them, and putting them with her dress. She grimaced as she put her arms behind her back and unclipped her bra and slid the straps down her arms catching the bra and putting that with her other clothes.

Mrs Hopkins felt just so degraded as she saw that Jessica had sat on another kitchen chair and was pointing to the floor by her side. As she stepped across the room and stood on exactly the spot Jessica was pointing at she looked down and saw Jessica’s bare lap as she was wearing her cotton panty shorts and knew her own bare tummy would be lying across Jessica’s bare thighs. 

It was at that moment that Mrs Hopkins realised the reason she had never spanked Jessica was because she saw her as her superior and someone she wanted to obey. It was a very different feeling even to Katherine and certainly the other staff. It was Jessica who had the ‘Obey me or else,’ tone of voice but equally was not intimidating or aggressive. In fact, the teenager had many of the personality features that she would like for herself and had always admired Jessica who could be friendly with the staff but not be their friends which was so important in a small household like this where there was a clearly defined structure. 

“Get across my lap, Mrs Hopkins,” Jessica ordered.

The snapped instruction broke Mrs Hopkins from her thoughts and she quickly eased herself down across Jessica’s lap and saw her legs dangling under the far side as she felt Jessica’s hand rubbing her bottom. She looked sideways and saw lots of legs standing close-by which she knew were those of the staff whilst her close-up view of the backs of Jessica’s bare legs showed how submissive she was being. She also knew that Miss Jessica was absolutely right to spank her and to do so in front of the staff. Although so young she was clearly mature and deserved to have authority over her even to the extent of spanking her. Right then she didn’t feel her sixty-fives-of-age at all but felt more like a naughty little girl who needed to be punished.

Jessica looked down at Mrs Hopkins bare bottom and although had never really expected to spank her was now fully focussed on teaching her a very good lesson. She could see Emily smirking but was also going to gleefully tell Katherine later on. For now though she raised her hand and brought her open palm down firmly on Mrs Hopkins bare bottom cheek and proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks as she saw her bottom turning deeper and deeper shades of pink,

Mrs Hopkins knew the first round of spanks would hardly hurt but that as the spanks continued the stinging would set in, and it did. The stinging intensified as Jessica started to spank her on the same bottom cheek again and again maybe a dozen times before doing the same to the other bare bottom cheek and realised that as well as being mature for her age Miss Jessica knew how to give a very hard spanking.

Jessica continued spanking Mrs Hopkins with her hand and coped with the stinging knowing that as much as her hand stung Mrs Hopkins’ bottom would be stinging far more.

Mrs Hopkins cried out and squirmed around on Jessica’s lap when she started to use the wooden paddle which was made of thick wood and was intended to hurt more than any person being spanked could cope with.

Jessica knew how quickly the wooden paddle would add blue bruises to her the already reddened bottom cheeks. Crying was also inevitable no matter how old you were and very soon sixty-five-year-old Mrs Hopkins was indeed blubbering like a little child.

Jessica heard the crying and saw the legs kicking and bottom squirming and head jerking up and down yet had little sympathy for Mrs Hopkins who had used spanking as a means of maintaining dictatorial control over the staff.  Jessica decided that method of control had to end and that she would become the arbiter of discipline in future. Mind you, she was getting so much satisfaction from spanking Mrs Hopkins that maybe she would make this a regular feature of their relationship as well. Maybe even for sure she told herself.

The final dozen spanks on each bottom cheek were given with a particular flourish by the teenage lady of the house and when she finished she gleefully looked at the back of Mrs Hopkins’ head and enjoyed listening to the uncontrolled crying.

“Get up, Mrs Hopkins,” Jessica ordered after enjoying her success for a few more moments.

Mrs Hopkins had some difficulty easing herself up but when she was standing her hands flew to her bottom and she rubbed furiously trying to ease the stinging but failing as she stepped from foot to foot ignoring the fact she was still naked and now knew just how all those staff felt that she had spanked over the years.

Jessica waited for Mrs Hopkins to stop dancing too much before ordering, “You will not spank any more staff without my permission. That is even when my parents are home. Understood?” 

Mrs Hopkins was sniffing and sobbing and still rubbing her bottom and in no position to argue. Nor did she want to as she now so respected the young lady of the house. “Yes, Miss Jessica,” she replied.

Jessica continued by demanding, “I will also decide when you need to be spanked and I will be the one to spank you. Is that also understood, Mrs Hopkins?”

Mrs Hopkins bit her lip knowing that with the threat of being spanked herself she would become a better person and so was happy to accept any punishment Jessica decided upon. “Yes, Miss Jessica,” she replied obediently.

Jessica was jubilant that she had secured disciplinary control over Mrs Hopkins and fully intended spanking her again whenever she needed to be, which she expected to be sooner rather than later.

“Get dressed and go to your rooms. Stay there until I come and release you. Understood, Mrs Hopkins?” she demanded.

“Yes, Miss Jessica,” Mrs Hopkins replied turning towards the chair and picking up her clothes. She was sobbing as she slipped her bra back on and stepped in to her knickers and her dress. Before leaving she turned and curtsied to Miss Jessica and wiping her eyes with one hand and rubbing her bottom with the other walked out of the kitchen feeling certain she would be spanked again by Miss Jessica before too long.

Strangely for her, as Mrs Hopkins got to her room she felt feelings she didn’t expect to have. She quickly took her dress off again and her knickers and finally her bra and lay on the bed on her tummy. Soon her fingers were between her legs and she was running them along her wet pussy as she experienced feelings of eroticism she hadn’t felt for maybe thirty-years since an affair she had had with a stable lad. She never married and except for that her sexual experience was restricted to masturbation. Now though, she was so turned on by the stinging rushing across her bottom and the feeling of submission she experienced across Miss Jessica’s lap and the humiliation she experienced being spanked in front of the other staff. Yet here she was bringing herself to the most euphoric orgasm and she told herself she would have to disobey Miss Jessica sooner rather than later so she can be spanked again and experience another fantastic orgasm. As she rubbed her intensely stinging bottom and felt the warm bottom cheeks and the hardened bruises she knew that the spanking had made her feel things sexually she needed to feel again and again.

Back in the kitchen Jessica went over to Emily and asked with a smile, “Do you feel I gave her a good enough spanking as retribution for her spanking you?”

“Oh, I do,” Emily enthused. She waited a moment before adding, “When she was stepping from foot to foot we all saw her pussy and I reckon she was wet with her own sex juice, Miss Jessica. Did you see it as well?”

Jessica gave a knowing smile. “Yes, I saw it too Emily. I think Mrs Hopkins is going to be going back across my lap sooner rather than later.” Jessica had not only seen how turned-on Mrs Hopkins was but knew her own knickers were wet as well. She didn’t fancy Mrs Hopkins sexually though but she was turned on by the feeling of domination she had achieved. So, her thoughts now turned to going to her own bedroom and masturbating to release the erotic sexual tension she now felt.

It was only when Jessica got back to her bedroom that she saw the stain in the crotch of her linen panty shorts and hoped no one else saw it. She would have to dress more carefully next time she spanked Mrs Hopkins she told herself smiling from ear to ear. Soon her fingers ran along her own very wet pussy as she gave herself the first of several huge orgasms as she pictured Mrs Hopkins reddened and blue bruised bottom across her lap. What a sight and one that had to be repeated she again told herself.