Miss Katja Controls Jane

Jane lay on her tummy on her bed with her college dress back up above her waist and her fingers between her legs, caressing her wet pussy lips as she recovered from a wonderfully intense orgasm that she gave herself masturbating. As she calmed down from her orgasm, she played over in her mind how come her bottom was stinging from a really hard spanking given to her by the eighteen-year-old house guest. This wasn't the first spanking Miss Katja had given her. Far from it, and Jane played over in her mind how things had changed so much for her.

Jane was thirty-one, had always been a cleaner, and was the third generation of cleaners in her family. It had been instilled in her that cleaners needed to obey everything their boss ladies told them, and not to question anything. That way, they didn't have to make any decisions, and so their lives were stress free. Jane loved living that life, taking it a step further than others by accepting that all her boss ladies were far superior to her, in every way, which was her justification to let them make all of the decisions. She loved being a cleaner where she wanted to make the minimum of decisions, and just do mundane things that didn't need much thought. So, being a cleaner was ideal as she only had to follow orders, and she wondered whether being a full-time maid would be even better.

A year ago, Jane saw an advert for a live-in full-time maid, and as she had already thought how that would be better than working for several boss ladies, she applied, got offered the job, and moved into a lovely house, with her own bedroom and bathroom. She cleaned for her boss lady, fifty-year-old Miss A, and even loved calling her that as she was the alpha female in the household,

Jane found Miss A a delight, albeit very strict. Miss A would follow her around the house and supervise her cleaning, ironing, bed making, and the like, all intended to improve those skills, which did happen. She was never treated as a friend or companion by Miss A, though, but always the skivvy, and was kept very much in her place as the lowly maid. In fact, Jane never even considered the possibility of their being friends, as she knew her place, and wanted it to be as low as possible, being invisible to visitors to the house, all of whom were her boss ladies for as long as they were in the house, and she was happy to be subservient to them.

Jane could have friends visit her, but they had to either stay in the kitchen or her bedroom, and not be in any of the living rooms. All her friends knew she was a cleaner, and so understood that, when at Miss A's house, they had to stay out of sight and hearing at all times.

A month ago, Miss A took in a foreign student, who was studying at the local college for six months, and made it clear to Jane that Miss Katja, as she must refer to her, was a boss lady so far as she was concerned, and must show her total respect, even though she was just eighteen. However, Jane saw it more like being the maid and skivvy for a mother and daughter, and was happy that Miss A and Miss Katja were both her full-time boss ladies.

The change started with the announcement from Miss A that she had to go away for a month, to work in an office two hundred miles away, and whilst she was happy to leave Katja and Jane alone in the house, she made sure it was understood that Miss Katja was in charge, and Jane was still the maid come cleaner. Agreeing, and in fact having no choice but to agree, Jane's duties included making sure Miss Katja was well-cared for.

Initially, Jane found Miss Katja easy to keep happy, and she clearly focussed on her college work. However, Jane soon realised Miss Katja was more work than she had reckoned on, and needed more planning than she had anticipated, to ensure enough food in the house and the like, and very soon, Miss Katja was making very direct and pointed comments that were critical of Jane's slack attitude.

Jane's lackadaisical attitude went further downhill quickly enough.

Katja came back from college one day, to find that Jane was just reading a newspaper and hadn't got her tea ready, even though Jane knew she was due to go to the theatre with the college. Katja had to get her own supper together, and even made enough for Jane, who was clearly apologetic and promised it wouldn't happen again.

The promise wasn't kept, because just the following day, Jane failed to go shopping and there was nothing for Miss Katja to have for her tea. Katja snapped at Jane, who again apologised, and suggested the two of them go to the supermarket together. In the event, it was Katja who checked what was needed and drew up the shopping list, organised Jane driving them both to the supermarket, and found the things once there. All Jane had to do was push the trolley around the supermarket with Miss Katja and then pay, and Jane had to admit that she was impressed at how efficient Miss Katja was and remained in awe of the teenager as she followed her around, pushing the trolley.

The third failure was when Katja was due to go swimming, but Jane went to collect some dry cleaning for her, dallied, and forgot all about it, and wasn't home when Katja got there. Katja needed to be driven and so was furious when Jane got home, too late to take her to the swimming pool on time. Again, Jane was apologetic as she got Miss Katja to the pool thirty minutes late, but knew her lackadaisical attitude was how she generally was.

Katja realised that Jane was disorganised and couldn't make decisions, although didn't seem to mind being like that. However, Katja felt that Jane should be more proactive, do more about the house, and so started to write lists of things for Jane to do each day, which certainly got the household back on an even keel.

Jane even appreciated what Miss Katja was doing, and started to happily do what the teenager told her to do. It was easiest for her, as there was no thinking involved, and Katja seemed to prefer it as well, added to which Jane found that she enjoyed being controlled by the increasingly dominant teenager.

Katja saw how Jane was relying more and more on her, although she didn't mind, and was soon giving Jane orders which she never once queried.

Things came to a head after about three weeks, when Jane did the washing and hung it in the garden. Katja was upstairs doing homework and didn't notice it was raining. When she did, she went downstairs and saw Jane just reading a magazine only inches from a window. "You really need to pay more attention, Jane," Katja snapped.

Jane was embarrassed that she had forgotten the washing was hanging up outside as it poured with rain, also realising that, because she hadn't washed any clothes for over two weeks, that Katja didn't have any clean clothes in the house.

Katja also knew she had only two clean college dresses in her cupboard and said sternly, "I've run out of casual clothes because you failed to do the washing, and I am going on the college trip this afternoon to the cinema, and we don't have to wear college clothes. I will be the only one in a college dress."

Jane knew it was, once again, her lax attitude that led her to forget to do the washing, and trying to make amends said, "You can wear some of my clothes, if you like, Miss Katja."

Katja went to Jane's cupboard, saw an ideal set of casual clothes, took them to her bedroom, and put them on.

Katja decided to make it clearer to Jane how slack she was being, and said sternly to Jane, "Today isn't a college day, but I think you should wear one of my college dresses to remind you about how you failed to do the washing. You are staying at home, anyway."

Jane readily accepted that the lack of clothes was her fault, and, anyway, knew not to argue, and so quickly changed into the college dress.

Katja and Jane spent the morning together dressed in each other's clothes, Katja now looking the mature young woman, and Jane the teenage college girl.

Once Katja went on the college trip, and Jane was alone in the house for the afternoon, Jane laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror in Katja's green and white check gingham short-sleeved dress and white ankle socks with a lace trim. Because Katja was shorter than her, the hem of the dress only just reached the tops of her thighs, and Jane thought it was quite a sexy look on her. She did think the short hem accentuated her slightly fleshy thighs, and the short sleeves showed off her slightly flabby arms, but, overall, she loved seeing herself in the college dress. She even pictured herself walking down to the shops wearing it, and reckoned she would turn a few heads if she did.

As Jane looked at herself in the mirror, she suddenly thought about a long-held daydream of hers, turned and looked at her back view, and smiled at the thought of bending over a boss lady's lap to be spanked. She had never been spanked, but thought it was an almost natural progression as she looked at herself in the college dress.

Jane continued her daydreaming as she lay on the sofa, but was now thinking about Miss Katja and her haughty, 'Do as I say,' voice and attitude, and, before she knew it, her fingers were inside her knickers, and she was having an orgasm as she pictured herself across Miss Katja's lap being spanked by the teenager. It was a daydream that was so unlikely to happen, she told herself, as she closed her eyes, feeling so good after her orgasm, and still thought those thoughts as she dozed off to sleep. She would only doze for a few minutes, she told herself, as she had to get tea ready for Miss Katja for when she got back from her outing to the cinema.

Katja came back three hours later to find Jane asleep on the sofa. "What about supper?" Katja demanded in an annoyed tone of voice, as she sat on the sofa and shook Jane awake.

Jane was blushing as she tried to stand up but lost her balance, ended up bending over as she caught her fall with her hands on a sofa cushion.

Katja was still annoyed with Jane, and, seeing her bent over so her dress was showing off half her bottom cheeks, and she didn't even stop to think as she smacked Jane on the bottom.

Jane stood up quickly, and was blushing, but still had her dreamy memory and didn't actually raise an objection. Still half asleep, what Jane did ask, though, in a worried tone, following on from her daydream, "You aren't going to spank me, are you, Miss Katja?"

Katja saw the look on Jane's face, and, given she was so annoyed, she had a sudden desire to discipline Jane. When she heard the question, she just ignored everything normal and replied, "That is what you need, girl," and, as she sat on the sofa, she pulled Jane by the arm and smiled as she fell across her lap.

As Jane's face ended up inches from the floor, she was now not wanting a spanking by the teenager, or anyone, and pleaded, "Oh, please don't spank me, Miss Katja. I'll be a good girl."

Katja was still really annoyed with Jane, and, as the spanking word had been used, she pressed down on Jane's back with her left hand and ran her right hand up the back of Jane's leg, under the hem of her dress, and over her knickers. "You do deserve a good spanking for going to sleep and not making tea," Katja said sternly, as she rubbed her hand around Jane's bottom.

Jane panicked, and tried to get off Miss Katja's lap, but found that she was held firmly in place. She also felt Miss Katja raise the hem of the dress above her waist, again rub her bottom, and say in her haughty tone of voice, "Naughty girls sometimes earn a spanking and you have, Jane," Katja said, still in a stern tone of voice.

Jane licked her lips as she looked at Miss Katja's upside down legs inches from her face, and swallowed hard as she felt her knickers being yanked down. She tried to get up again, but Miss Katja held her in place. She thought about her daydream again, which was being across Miss Katja's lap, exactly as she was now, and the spanking she had pictured Miss Katja giving her. Jane also knew that Miss Katja certainly knew how to organise things about the home, as she had shown so admirably, and discipline was the natural extension of that daydream, so maybe she should be spanked?

Katja looked at the back of Jane's head and knew that she wasn't trying very hard to get up, even as she lowered her knickers and was rubbing her bare bottom. Did Jane want to be spanked, she wondered? Katja had seen several of her friends spanked at college, and some even said they engineered the spanking by a teacher they had a crush on. Did Jane have a crush on her, she wondered?

Jane was nervous, but increasingly loved the feeling of being across Miss Katja's lap, and certainly having her bottom rubbed sent quivers flying around her vulva. Should she ask Miss Katja to spank her, she wondered? Would she, even if asked, she wondered? It was a very different thing being across her lap and actually spanking her, after all. Anyway, she had dreamed of being spanked, so why not right now, Jane thought, trying to convince herself?

Jane cringed at their respective ages, but was reconciled to knowing, and accepting, that the age of any boss lady of hers was irrelevant, because they were all superior to her, far more important, and she was the insignificant lowly maid, answerable to everyone else in the household. As Jane lay across Miss Katja's lap looking at her upside-down legs, and her own dangling under the far side of the chair, she knew she was too old to be spanked, being thirty-one already, or at least would have been if not for her lowly position which, after all, she was very happy with, given the lack of all responsibility. So, it all stacked up to being Miss Katja's decision whether or not to spank her

Eighteen-year-old Katja smiled as she looked down at the nicely full bare bottom across her lap, knew the maid deserved a hard spanking, and decided she did need to give her a stinging and glowing red bottom. Deciding that, Katja pressed Jane with, "You are a naughty college girl, Jane, and, like I said, deserve a spanking. Don't you agree?"

Jane caught her breath as she didn't have to ask for a spanking, but just agree to it. Should she, she asked herself, and as the flutters flying around her vulva intensified, she said quietly and submissively, "Yes, Miss Katja, if you think I need it, then please do spank me to teach me to serve you better."

Katja was surprised by Jane's acquiescence, but she was still annoyed with her. However, Jane was the adult here, so how should she spank her, Katja asked herself? On the other hand, it was Jane who was lying across her lap, had all but agreed that she deserved a spanking, and so maybe a few spanks would be okay?

Katja said sternly, "I do think you need a spanking, Jane," and, after waiting a few moments to see if Jane would object, and saw her remain across her lap, raised her hand, and brought her open palm down hard on Jane's near bottom cheek. Katja watched carefully, and other than hearing Jane gasp, she saw she stayed in position, and so raised her hand again and brought her open palm down on Jane's far bottom cheek.

Even though all but expecting it, Jane was surprised with the first spank, but supposed a few spanks wouldn't be a problem. She had fallen asleep when on duty and had not made tea, after all, and so she ignored the fact that she was the adult and Miss Katja was a teenager. Even after the second spank, Jane told herself this was just living the dream she had had for a lot of years, and it was a dream that she couldn't get out of her head since wearing the college dress. As the spanks continued on alternate bottom cheeks, Jane did think that, maybe, Miss Katja was taking it too far, but at the same time, she felt more and more aroused by the spanking as she tensed her thighs and increased the flutters flying around her vulva. It eventually struck her, as well, that although Miss Katja was just a teenager, she supposed that it was too late to use that as a reason to stop.

Katja had only intended landing a few spanks, but as Jane stayed in position and just squirmed around on her lap, making gasping noises clearly telling her the spanks were stinging, she decided that she may as well continue landing spank after spank, and found she quite got into the rhythm of it. When Katja noticed that Jane was tensing her thighs, she realised that, just maybe, Jane was aroused by being spanked, and so stopped spanking, and rubbed her bottom and scolded her again, and, as she did, rubbed the inside of Jane's thighs, edging upwards and ran her fingers along Jane's pussy lips which she felt were very damp, which, linked to Jane's erotic gasp, confirmed it for her that Jane was aroused by being spanked.

Katja knew now that Jane wanted to be spanked, started landing spanks again, and this time landed spank after spank on the same bottom cheek, then the other cheek, turning both cheeks brighter and brighter red, before spanking the backs of her legs, and still Jane stayed in place.

Jane squirmed around on Miss Katja's lap as the spanks continued, and whilst it certainly hurt her, she felt compelled to stay across Miss Katja's lap until she was told she could get up. She even reconciled that she deserved the spanking, just as Miss Katja had said, and if she deserved this one, then she would probably earn others in the coming weeks. One thing she did know, was that she liked her upside-down position, and being disciplined like this, even though Miss Katja was so much younger than herself. Still, that didn't matter as Miss Katja was certainly more mature than her years, and seemed happy to take on the responsibility of telling her what to do.

Katja decided that Jane's bottom, and the tops of her legs, were red enough, and that the sobs she was letting out showed she was learning her lesson. So, Katja stopped spanking, but kept Jane across her lap, and rubbed her bottom and the backs of her legs as she told Jane in a stern tone of voice, "That is enough of a spanking for now, but if you earn another one, then for sure you will be going back across my lap. Understood, Jane?"

Jane was sniffing back tears, but felt compelled to reply. "Yes, Miss Katja, I do understand, and will accept your disciplinary decisions."

Katja smiled with delight, as she had got so annoyed with Jane's slack attitude, but now had full control over her. Well, she would certainly be strict, she told herself. She would also take looking after the house seriously, albeit her job would be to tell Jane what to do.

Katja smiled to herself as she saw that Jane was wearing her college dress still, and thought that should continue, whilst she would wear Jane's clothes. So Katja said sternly, "To reinforce our relative positions, from now on, I will wear your clothes, and you will wear mine, Jane. That is both my college dresses, and my casual clothes. Agreed?" She held her breath as she waited for Jane to reply, and to enforce her position rubbed Jane's warmed reddened bottom again.

Jane felt her bottom being rubbed as she sobbed, but saw the sense of what Miss Katja suggested. "Yes, Miss Katja, I will wear your clothes for the rest of the time you are here."

Katja smiled at the reply, and said a maternal, "Good girl." Katja added, to make her control over Jane even clearer, "I will be telling my friends, so you had better behave when they are here, or else you will be going across my lap with them watching."

Jane wasn't so happy about that, but then it was Miss Katja's decision, and, when younger, it was quite common to watch her friend's siblings being spanked, so it was right that Miss Katja's friends should watch her being spanked. It was then she realised how happy she was to let Miss Katja spank her again if she deserved it. It was helped by Miss Katja rubbing the backs of her legs and then her inner thighs, and finally along her very wet pussy lips when she gasped erotically, although the rubbing ended before she could cum.