Hilltop Estate - Ruth

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Hilltop Estate - Ruth

I love spanking my young female servants. I especially enjoy the first spanking I administer to a new girl. They are always so timid, fearful, and embarrassed when they come to see me that initial time. It’s exciting to see their humiliation increase as the spanking progresses. I try to make them ill at ease and ashamed the entire time as part of the punishment. Most of them have a natural tendency to be submissive, but those that don’t, I quickly train to be so.

My newest servant, Ruth, was submissive from the start. I made her knock on the study’s door several times before acknowledging her presence. She entered the room trembling and blushing with her eyes on the floor. I made her stand in front of me for a moment then asked in a dominating voice, “What’s your name, girl?”

“Ruth, sir,” she answered in a quiet little voice.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

“Ruth, sir,” she said somewhat louder.

“Well, my name is David Wainwright and I’m the master of Hilltop Estate. You may call me Master Wainwright, or Master, or Sir.”

“Yes, sir, Master Wainwright,” she answered with a quiver in her voice.

“How long have you worked for me?”

She looked at my face for the first time and answered, “Almost three weeks, Sir.”

“And why have you come to see me tonight?”

It took her several attempts before she was able to say clearly, “I’ve come for a spanking, Sir.”

“Not even three weeks and you’re already here to be punished! You must be a very bad little girl.”

“Oh no, sir, I didn’t mean to be so clumsy. It was an accident.”

She was almost in tears now. Of course, I already knew her name, how long she had been here, and why she was getting a spanking. However, questioning her about these things let me learn more about her. She was petite with long auburn hair, a perfect hourglass figure, rosebud lips, and beautiful light blue eyes. She was the cutest servant to come before me for a spanking in a long time and I meant to make the most of it. “Servants don’t usually get disciplined for clumsiness; there must be more to it than that,” I insisted.

She broke into a soft sob as she replied, “Yes, sir. It was the third time this week that I broke something, and this time it was a valuable vase.”

“Are you always so clumsy young lady?” I asked harshly.

“Oh no sir, it’s just that when the butler is watching me, I get very nervous.”

“Well, you had better get over that quickly or you’ll be in here every week,” I commented.

“Yes, master. I’m going to be extra careful anytime he’s around from now on,” she replied. She paused a moment then asked, “Do you have to spank me, Master Wainwright? I’m so sorry for what happened.”

“Yes, you are going to get a good spanking. I’m sure it will make you even more careful in the future when you know what discipline from me feels like. Have you talked to the other girls about the spankings they’ve gotten from me?” I asked next.

“Last night, Elizabeth told me about the first spanking she got from you a few months ago.” Her voice was trembling as she said this.

“Good, then you know what to expect. Come over here and let me undress you.”

I stood up as she hesitantly approached. When she was standing in front of me I commanded, “Lift up your arms.”

I proceeded to pull her dress up over her head and place it on my desk. She was wearing a chemise and a short pair of pantaloons beneath. As I started to raise her chemise, she lifted her arms again obediently. She was shaking and blushing but offered no resistance to my undressing her. I bent down as I lowered her pantaloons and she gracefully stepped out of them.

I led her over to the chair I was going to use for the spanking and sat down, but made her stand in front of me as I slowly examined every inch of her body. I ran my thumb over her full lips, fondled her soft breasts, felt her flat stomach, and slid my hand down her shapely legs. She had a magnificent body. When I finished I said, “You have a lovely body, my little Ruth, turn around now and let me see the rest of your charms.”

Her tiny waist and full hips were a delight and just perfect for spanking. I rubbed and pinched each buttock, and then caressed the insides of her thighs. After drinking in her beauty for several moments I said, “Come sit in my lap so I can take off your shoes.”

I doubted if she had ever stood nude in front of a man before and was certain she had never sat in the lap of one while naked. I admired her spirit as she approached me with little delay and molded herself to my lap while dreading what was about to happen. I quickly reached down and unbuckled her shoes as she lifted each leg to make it easier. She was now completely naked, sitting in my lap, her feet not quite reaching the floor on my right side, and her arm around my neck. I supported her back with my left hand and placed my right hand on her leg.

Once again, a soft sob broke out from Ruth at her predicament. I rubbed her back and her thigh until she quieted down, then helped her reposition herself so that she was face down over my lap with her behind raised up over my right knee. I took my time rubbing, patting, and squeezing each white buttock, and then opened her legs a little and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh until my fingers brushed her pubic hair.

“Ruth, I’m going to begin your spanking now. It’s going to be long and painful, but I know it will surely help change your behavior.”

She tensed her behind as she answered, “Yes, Master Wainwright.”

Since this was the first time I had spanked Ruth, I knew nothing about her pain tolerance or her tendency to bruise. Therefore, my plan was to start very slowly, going for length rather than harshness until the very end of the session. I started spanking her bottom with slow swats that were not much harder than playful pats. Gradually, I increased the strength of my slaps but not the speed. I spread the swats all over her derriere and continued like this until her entire behind had turned pink. Once or twice, she let out a soft, “Ow,” but was quiet the rest of the time. Occasionally, I would grab a handful of the soft, warm flesh of her ass, give it a good squeeze, and then shake it. She always jerked when I did this, but said nothing.

Next, I targeted her thighs and that got an immediate reaction from her. “Oh, sir, please don’t spank me down there, it really hurts.”

She started sobbing and cried out more frequently. After giving her a dozen or so thigh spanks, I stopped and began rubbing that area. It was barely warm to the touch, so I realized that this part of her anatomy was hypersensitive.

After about a minute, I started spanking her thighs again, being sure not to spank too hard. It only took two or three dozen spanks for her thighs to match the pink color of the rest of her backside. I stopped swatting her at this point but kept her in this embarrassing position until she ceased crying as my eyes and hands roamed over her exquisite body.

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When I was ready, I helped her stand and said, “Go to my desk and get the paddle.”

There was shock and a long hesitation before she started moving toward the desk. The wiggle of her pink buttocks as she walked away from me was enchanting. She slowly picked up the paddle and brought it back to me - a look of terror in her eyes as she handed me the implement. “Please don’t paddle me Master Wainwright,” she pleaded.

I took the wooden paddle from her as I commanded, “Over my knees again, little girl.”

She hesitated. “Haven’t you punished me enough already?” she asked in a tearful voice.

Obviously, she had never had a real spanking if she thought her punishment was complete. I waited patiently, looking into her eyes until she placed herself back over my lap. She was about to find out how painful a true spanking can be because I planned to paddle her until she started to bruise. However, as before, I started with light swats and only gradually made them harder.

It took a long time for the slowly delivered swats to turn her behind from pink, to reddish pink, and then to a light shade of red. During this period, she cried harder and harder, and pleaded for mercy many times. I never slowed the pace of my spanks with the paddle. Smack. “Ow.” Smack. “Oh, that hurts so much.” Smack. “Ow, please stop.” Smack. “Sir, I’m so sorry. Smack. “Please forgive me.” Smack. “Oh, I can’t take any more, sir.”

I spanked until her bottom had a nice, rosy glow to it. When she got to sobbing so hard that she had trouble catching her breath, I would stop for a while and caress those lovely ass cheeks, which were getting warmer and warmer, before continuing the spanking. Since her thighs were so sensitive, I never struck them with the paddle, but they would not escape the strap.

Eventually, her entire derriere was bright red in color. I was almost done, but had one more surprise for her. I began striking the center of her right buttock repeatedly, always in the exact same spot. This soon brought howls of anguish as she tried to jerk her hips from side to side. I fastened my left arm around her tiny waist and held her tightly. “Please, master, not in the same spot, you’re killing me.”

I continued until the center of this area was dark red with a hint of purple. It would probably cause a bruise that she would feel for several days. Next, I did the same thing to her left buttock. She twisted so hard she almost escaped one time, but I just tightened my grip and held her fast. Her face was soaked with tears and her voice was hoarse from screaming by the time I sat the paddle aside.

She seemed to be in terrible pain, but I had only given her a mild spanking by my standards. I turned her over and cuddled her in my lap. I kissed her forehead and brushed away her tears while stroking her face. I whispered to her, “You’ve been very brave, my little Ruth, it’s almost over now.”

Her heavy sobbing gradually changed to whimpering and then stopped entirely. I continued to hug and stroke her for several minutes before saying, “Go to my desk again, and bring me the strap.”

This did not surprise her since she had seen it when she got the paddle. Nevertheless, she hugged me tightly and pleaded, “Please don’t use the strap on me, Master.”

“The sooner you get it, the sooner your spanking will be over,” I reasoned with her.

Walking over to the desk was painful for her and she rubbed her behind with both hands the entire time, but she did fetch the strap for me. It was of medium weight, two inches wide, and about two feet in length with a nice handle. I took her hand and led her over to a couch near some bookcases. “Lie down on the couch with your arms over your head and your legs fully extended,” I instructed.

I didn’t know how many strokes I was going to give her. I wanted to see welts not bruises on her thighs. I planned to use considerable force so that one stroke to an area would get the desired result.

“Ruth, I’m not going to give you many strokes with this strap but they will be from the top of your buttocks down to your knees. The ones on your thighs will be extremely painful, but I expect you to maintain this posture until I’m done, do you understand?”

I could barely hear a meekly said, “Yes, sir.”

I got into position, lifted my arm well above my shoulder, and struck hard right where her ass crack started. She jerked and screamed out, “Oh, not so hard, please master, not so hard.”

The second one landed right beneath the first with no overlap. I moved the third one further down to avoid the bruises from her paddling. The fourth one stuck the crease between her behind and her thighs. She screamed out, “Please stop sir, and don’t go any lower.”

I estimated it would take four more strokes to finish the job so I told her, “Four more strokes and we’ll be done.”

I aimed the first one and let it fly. There was a resounding smack as it landed and the area quickly turned red. By the time I landed the second one on her thighs, the first one was swelling up into a welt. She lost control after that second one, kicking her legs, rocking her hips, and beating the couch with her fists as she screamed out, “No more, no more.”

“Hold on, my sweet little Ruth, just two more now.”

I waited until she was motionless and then hit her thighs for the third time with the strap. She jerked and cried out but seemed resigned to her fate and was quickly ready for the last stroke. I delivered it to the area just above the back of her knees. She screamed and kicked her legs then settled down to a shuddering cry. I reached out and rubbed her back as I said, “Remain in this position.”

She nodded her head and sobbed, “Yes, sir.”

I went to a cabinet and withdrew some cream I use when I’m feeling generous. I pulled my spanking chair over to Ruth and sat down. She looked so beautiful there on the couch with her red behind sticking up.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes as she asked, “You’re not going to spank me anymore are you?”

“No, sweet Ruth, I brought some cream that I’m going to rub on you. It will help the burning to go away quicker.”

I began spreading the ointment over her ass and gently rubbing the spanked areas. There was a little moan of pleasure after a few minutes of this ministration. I knew her thighs would still be painful to the touch, so I just lightly applied the cream with one finger to her four welts then waited several moments before spreading it. She still jerked and said, “Ow,” when I started rubbing but soon settled down as the cooling effect of the ointment had its effect.

I decided to see if I could give her some sexual pleasure and began rubbing the inside of her thighs even though the strap had not touched that area. I gradually reached her pubic area and gently inserted a finger between the little lips there. She moaned and offered no resistance. As I continued stroking her there, she started rocking her hips and was soon in the throes of an orgasm.

Her face was as red with embarrassment as her bottom when I helped her to stand up a minute later. She hugged my neck and said, “Thank you, Master Wainwright.”

I helped her put her dress back on without her under things and told her to come see me after breakfast the next morning so I could examine her behind. She nodded and left the room. I headed straight for my bedroom where my mistress was eagerly awaiting me. She loved those nights when I gave someone else a spanking instead of her.