Spanked by the Servant

BDSM Spanking Story, Short Story

He protested, even louder when she yanked down his breeches and bared his buttocks

“Who made this fire?” Lord Svinton’s voice bellowed through the chamber.

Isobel sighed silently and approached the lord. “That must have been Joan, Milord. Is there anything the matter?”

“Just look at it, woman. Does that seem like a good fire to you?”

She bowed her head. “No, Milord, I apologize. Let me make it in order.”
She went over to the fireplace and adjusted some of the twigs and logs. The flames flared up happily.

“There you go, sir. If there’s nothing else?”

“As head of the household, I do expect better work from you, Isobel. My toast was burned this morning, the shirt I wanted to wear still needs mending, and now my fire was nearly out. I expect better of you.”

Isobel swallowed. Yes, this was part of her position and responsibility, but that man could drive her insane. “Yes, Milord, it won’t happen again.”

Lord Swinton shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss Astrid.”

Isobel’s chest was heaving, and her hands balled into fists. She took a step closer to him.

“Now listen to me closely, young man. I understand your station in life is different from mine, but that doesn’t give you the right to belittle your staff who are working their fingers to the bone for you.”

“So what will you do about it?” He leered.

“A good spanking is what you need.”

“Ha,” he scoffed. “Nurse Maud gave me plenty of those when I was little. Too bad I’ve outgrown that now, don’t you think?”

“Oh boy, don’t you tempt me.” She was twenty years his elder, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take him on.

He squinted at her. “It looks like your hands are itching. Are you sorry you don’t have any little ones of your own you could do this to?”

“That is it.” She marched over to her Lord, pulled him by his ear and yanked him over her lap at the…

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