Miss Atja's Control Continues

It was Friday morning and Jane waved Miss Katja off to college. Miss A was still away on a work trip, although stayed in contact with Katja by video phone so was kept up to date, including each time Katja had to spank Jane. In fact, Miss A encouraged Katya to spank Jane, and said she would be continuing that discipline regime when she returned from her work trip.

Katja continued to wear Jane's clothes, and was dressed in a smart dark blue sleeveless dress with a black belt. It was warm out, and Katja was bare legged.

Jane was wearing one of Miss Katja's college dresses, as it was a college day. She would be able to change after college hours, but only into some of Miss Katja's other clothes, all of which suited a girl of eighteen, rather than a woman of thirty-one.

However, Jane was used to wearing the sleeveless green and white checked gingham college dress with a white belt, and had also decided she liked to wear the ankle white socks with the lace trim. The hem of the dress was on the short side, but not so short that she was showing her bottom. She was also wearing the college regulation white knickers, and training bra, as Miss Katja made her wear only her college uniform.

Jane didn't mind wearing the college uniform, as it was easier to show Miss Katja that she was the one in charge.

With Miss Katja gone for the day, Jane focussed on her Friday job of cleaning the house, knowing she had to do it well, given that Miss Katja was now very much in charge of the household as well as of Jane, and had enforced that authority several times already by spanking Jane when she fell short of Miss Katja's high standards.

Jane stood in front of the full-length mirror, and actually loved how she looked, which was as a teenage college girl, and thought the lacey socks, added to her college girl look. She had hoped her legs would be a little slimmer, and the same with her arms, but she felt sexy, though, and wanted to show off her new look. She then glanced out of the window and saw how sunny it was, and decided she would go to the Mall and do the cleaning later. She had plenty of time, she told herself.

A few minutes later, Jane left the house and made her way to the Mall. She received a few glances, which she hoped were not questioning glances about her age, as she felt confident that, although a little overweight, she did get away with looking like a teenager in the dress. To test her confidence, once she got to the Mall, she went up to a woman she gauged was in her fifties and asked, "Please Miss, can you tell me where a department store is for clothes?"

Jane saw the woman smile, and was concerned for a moment, but relaxed when she replied, "It is so nice to see a young lady show respect. Yes, of course, it is just around the corner," and pointed the way.

Jane was elated, and replied with a grin, "Thank you, Miss," and went off in the direction she was shown.

Once in the department store, Jane went up to a young assistant she gauged was about eighteen, saw from her name tag her name was Emma, and asked, "Hullo, Miss, can you tell me where the tops are, please?" She deliberately kept her tone respectful even though Emma was so young.

Emma looked Jane up and down for a moment, and again Jane was concerned she would get a sharp response. Instead, though, Emma replied, "You might want to try the lady's section. Plenty of the girls your age do that," she added, and, pointing, said with a smile "It's that way."

Jane pressed the point about her age. "What, Miss, even us girls still eighteen?"

Emma gave a friendly smile and said, "Oh yes, for sure."

Jane smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss," turned and walked away towards the lady's section, where she tried on a few tops before finding one she liked.

Jane spotted a clock on the wall and, seeing the time, suddenly realised that it was later than she had expected, and, with her mind in a whirl, she made her way out, quite forgetting she had the top she liked in her bag. She remembered, though, as the buzzer went off as she tried to leave the store.

A security man immediately stopped Jane, and told her to go with him to the security office. Jane was obviously worried as she watched him fill out a form. She did say it was a mistake, as he looked up at Jane and asked officiously, "Do you have proof of address, young lady?"

Jane took the question to mean he didn't question her age, and, fortuitously, she had a letter addressed to her in her pocket. He read it and asked for her phone number. "Make sure you don't do it again, young lady," he said sternly, before escorting her out of the shop.

Jane went straight home and, feeling more relaxed as she was once again going to do her favourite mundane activity, which was cleaning the house. At least she didn't mind, until Miss Katja carried out one of her several inspections, and anything less than perfection led to another hard spanking across the teenagers' lap, which happened several times each week.

Today, when Miss Katja got home, Jane heard her go into the kitchen and listen to the answer machine. She couldn't hear the message, and so didn't hear that it was the security man who had left a message which Katja listened to, "We have caught your daughter stealing and thought you should know."

Katja entered the living room, saw that Jane was still wearing the college dress of hers, and glared at her, seeing the look of concern on her face, which she always had when Katja carried out an inspection after she had finished the cleaning.

Jane was worried, and had more cleaning to do before an inspection and said, "I haven't finished yet, Miss Katja, I'll keep going with the cleaning," Jane expected to be spanked anyway, but was just thankful she didn't know about her stealing earlier.

Katja kept glaring, even though she thought Jane looked so cute in her college dress. However, ignoring that, she said sternly, "I haven't even checked the cleaning, Jane. I just heard the message that you were caught stealing from the department store."

Jane had completely forgotten to check the phone for messages, and now Miss Katja knew about the stealing. Jane did say in a worried tone, "It was a mistake as I panicked, and wanted to get home to do the cleaning, Miss Katja." In fact, that was the truth, but hardly justification for forgetting she had the top in her bag, she knew. She then added, accepting her fate, "Please, Miss Katja, don't spank me. We both have friends coming here for supper soon, and if you spank me, they will see my red legs and know I have been spanked." Jane's friends knew that she was spanked by Miss Katja, and so did Miss Katja's friends. Jane still wasn't sure if she wanted to be spanked in front of either of their friends, but knew she found humiliation to be a turn on.

Katja wasn't interested in whether Jane's friends saw her red legs or even her spanked bottom, but was far more interested in ensuring that Jane didn't steal again. She went and sat on a dining chair, which she turned into the room, and held her finger over her mouth telling Jane to stop talking. "I want to talk about the phone call I got from the security man at the Mall."

Jane looked concerned again, and immediately said, "I am so sorry, Miss Katja. It was a mistake." However, seeing the look on Miss Katja's face, she fell silent immediately, and waited for the seated teenager to scold her.

Katja smiled and shush shushed Jane again, as she pointed to the floor in front of her, and ordered, "Come here, Jane, so I can discuss your misbehaviour."

Jane winced as she went and stood in front of Miss Katja.

Katja parted her legs and ordered, "Kneel down so I can speak to you."

Jane went down on her knees, and so was now looking up at the seated Miss Katja, and felt her usual inferior self. She was also only too aware that, whilst she was wearing one of Miss Katja's college dresses, her teenage boss lady was wearing one of her favourite sleeveless dresses which she felt really sexy in, and thought Miss Katja looked sexy in as well.

Katja sighed, put her hand on Jane's fringe, and when Jane winced, she said wearily, "I'm just straightening out your hair, girl."

Jane knew she mustn't object, even though she felt she was being patted like a dog, and not as an adult, but then, Miss Katja was the one who was in charge.

Katja patted Jane's head a few times and then asked, "So you don't want me to spank you, is that right, Jane?"

Jane knew to remain kneeling, looking up at Miss Katja, and, still feeling so submissive, she replied, "Please, Miss Katja, I won't steal again." She decided not to repeat about her friends coming over.

Katja smiled at Jane and asked, "So tell me, Jane, are you more likely to remember your lesson if I don't spank you, or if I spank your bare bottom really hard until it stings and tears flood down your face?"

Jane winced as the answer was obvious, and knew the reply she had to give. "A spanking, Miss Katja."

Katja ran her hand through Jane's hair again and said, "I think so too, Jane. I don't see how letting you off can be anywhere near the same impact as giving you the spanking you have earned. So, go to your naughty spot and wait for me to call you back over here for your spanking."

Jane nodded her head, but looked close to tears as she went over to the wall, pressed her nose against it, lifted her dress hem up at the back and tucked it in to her belt, lowered her knickers to her knees, and put her hands on her head. She knew she would now have at least five minutes to think about how bad she had been, and how she deserved to be spanked. The five minutes passed slowly but, as usual, Jane accepted that she had earned the spanking and it was her own fault that her friends would find out.

Katja eventually ordered. "Come over here, Jane."

Jane turned, saw Miss Katja sitting on the dining chair, and was again pained to see the teenager in one of her favourite outfits whilst she was in a college dress. She wondered if she would be told to kneel in front of Miss Katja again, and be treated like a puppy, but that didn't happen. However, she knew she had a look of horror on her face when she saw the wooden-backed hairbrush on the floor at about where her face would be when she bent across Miss Katja's lap. It was the hairbrush Miss Katja now used every time she gave her a spanking, and it hurt so much.

Jane stepped across the room and stood to Miss Katja's side, looking down at her lap, but the angle left the hairbrush out of sight. She knew it would be there when she bent over, though.

Katja ordered, "Get across my lap, girl."

Jane was used to being spoken down to by the teenager, but that didn't actually worry her as she felt it was helpful to remind her that she was well down the pecking order. Miss Katja was rightly in charge, and Jane knew that if any of Miss Katja's friends were in the house, they were all seen as being in charge over the lowly maid. So, as she bent across Miss Katja's lap, she was reconciled to another very well-earned spanking.

Katja loved being in charge of Jane. It never mattered to her that Jane was nearly twice her age, because she had shown herself to be by far the more responsible of the two of them. As Jane's face passed within inches of her own, she smirked as she saw the submission and obedience in the maid's face, as was always there, particularly when she was about to spank her.

Jane winced as she bent across Miss Katja's lap, knowing she was a very naughty girl and her boss lady was clearly cross with her. So, she continued her journey across Miss Katja's lap, and, once again, saw the wooden-backed hairbrush on the floor as her face went downwards to meet it. Once she had lowered her full weight onto Miss Katja's lap, she picked up the hairbrush and knew to hold it whilst her bare bottom was given a hand-spanking, after which she would be told to hand the hairbrush to the authoritative Miss Katja for the even more painful part of the spanking.

Even though only eighteen, Katja knew that by making Jane hold the hairbrush, she would make her want the hand spanking to continue, as she would know that, as soon as it stopped, the next part of the punishment would be even more painful. Of course, she also knew from experience that Jane was turned on by her submission to her, and even more so by being spanked.

Jane was, indeed, dreading the hairbrush, but she also knew her pussy lips were damp, and quivers flew around her vulva because, as much as she knew the spanking would be painful, she also knew that, afterwards, she would have the immediate urge to masturbate. Even being spanked by a girl of eighteen was an added turn on, as she loved to be submissive.

Once Katja was satisfied that Jane was once again settled across her nap, and holding the hairbrush, she raised her hand and brought it down hard on Jane's far bottom cheek, then again on Jane's near bottom cheek, and proceeded to spank her on alternate bottom cheeks for several minutes. Katja knew how much she enjoyed having disciplinary control over Jane, but also knew that the maid relished having that same disciplinary control held over her.

Katja changed from spanking alternate bottom cheeks to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row, then spanking the other bottom cheek several times in a row, and delighted to see both bottom cheeks turned darker and darker shades of red. She then proceeded to do the same to the backs of Jane's legs, all the time listening to how Jane gasped louder and louder, and squirmed around on her lap.

When Katja was happy with the colour of both bottom cheeks, and the backs of both legs, she held her hand out and demanded, "Give me the hairbrush, girl."

Jane was sniffing back tears when she heard the instruction, and knew that she had to immediately squirm around and hand the hairbrush to Miss Katja. This she did, and then turned back to look at the floor, and also at the now blurred upside-down legs of the dominant Miss Katja.

Taking hold of the hairbrush, Katja raised it high above her head, and then brought it down with a loud thwack on Jane's far bottom cheek, then again on her near bottom cheek, and then, as before, proceeded to spank her, now with the hairbrush, on alternate bottom cheeks. After several dozen spanks on alternate bottom cheeks, Katja changed to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row, and then the other bottom cheek several times in a row, as Jane dissolved into uncontrolled crime.

Katja told herself that she was more annoyed with Jane this time because she had been caught stealing. She believed Jane, when she said it was a mistake, but even so, it still needed an especially hard punishment. So, she decided to stop spanking Jane and ordered, "Okay, girl, get up and go and push your nose against the wall on your naughty spot, with your hands on your head, making sure your dress is tucked into the belt so that your bottom is well on show."

Jane, again, as usual, did as she was told by the teenager, and just a few moments later was standing on her naughty spot as ordered, knowing that her very red and bruised bottom was on show to anyone in the room. It was then that the doorbell rang, and Jane remembered the friends that were coming over, both hers and Miss Katja's, and hoped these were her own friends.

Katja made sure that Jane kept her nose pressed against the wall before going out into the hallway and opening the front door. She saw it was her own friends, Ewa and Rina, both also eighteen, and classmates at college. She winked, and then directed them into the living room. She knew they were expecting to see Jane's spanked bottom, and, as they walked into the room, chatting so Jane would know whose friends they were, Katja knew they would not be disappointed.

Jane heard from the voices they were Miss Katja's friends, and was still sniffing back tears as she heard them all come into the living room. She was mortified, but knew she had to come to terms with the fact.

The girls continued to make comments like, "That is one really well spanked bottom, Katja," and, "I bet she was crying buckets whilst you spanked her," and then, "So you've told us she is thirty-one, so going towards double our age, and that you are the one giving her a spanking. It's a shame we weren't here earlier to watch."

Jane was also relieved by that, but then shocked when she heard Miss Katja say, "I only gave her the first half of her spanking, and now you are here, I will give her the second half."

Jane kept her nose pressed against the wall because she knew she was in no position to argue with the dominant teenager. If anything, objecting would lead to an even more severe spanking, so she remained quiet and waited.

Katja smiled when she saw how Jane had forced herself to stay on her naughty spot, but that didn't prevent her going back to the high-backed dining chair, sitting down, glaring at Jane, and ordering, "Okay, girl, come back here and get across my lap again."

Jane immediately turned around, but kept her hands on her head as she walked towards Miss Katja. In fact, she was pleased to find her vision still blurred so she only saw the outlined faces of the girls, although, of course, they would see every detail of her tear-stained face. Nevertheless, she was almost able to ignore them as she went and stood next to the seated Miss Katja, didn't wait as she bent down across her lap, and once again looked at the upside-down view of Miss Katja's albeit blurred legs.

This time, in addition, she glanced sideways and saw two more pairs of legs, also upside down, slim, and as far as she could tell they were also bare, but she was in no doubt that they were the legs that belonged to the two friends of Miss Katja. In fact, friends that she would have to address respectfully for as long as they stayed here, and do whatever they told her to do.

Katja didn't dally and immediately started to spank Jane on alternate bottom cheeks, and as she did was scolding her by reminding her this was because she had been caught stealing.

The two girls smiled as they knew the reason for the spanking, and whilst they didn't say anything about the stealing, they did make comments such as, "This needs to be a really hard spanking, Katja."

After what seemed like several minutes, by which time Jane was again crying uncontrollably, she did hear Miss Katja say, "Hey, Ewa, do you want to land a few spanks?"

Ewa replied, "Sure thing, Katja," and took the couple of steps forward so she was standing right next to Jane, and, whilst staying standing, brought her hand down really hard on Jane's far bottom cheek, and, just as she saw Katja do, she proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, enjoying the first spanking she had ever given anyone.

Jane had to accept the spanking from another girl who was eighteen, and so far younger than herself, which certainly humiliated her, but aroused her at the same time, and she thought how pain and pleasure really did go hand in hand, even for lowly maids like herself.

After several dozen spanks Katja suggested, "Do you want to have a go, Rina?"

Rina eagerly changed places with Ewa, and started to land spank after spank on Jane's bare bottom.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, and Ewa went and answered it. It was two of Jane's friends, Emma and Lucy, both thirty-one as well. They knew they were supposed to go straight to the kitchen and wait for Jane, but heard what sounded like clapping, or a spanking, and went to look at what was happening in the living room. When they walked in, and saw Jane across Miss Katja's lap, they were horrified. However, they couldn't take their eyes away from the way that another teenage girl was spanking Jane's bottom.

After a few more spanks, Katja took over spanking Jane again. She looked up and saw the horror on Jane's two friends faces, and decided she should carry on spanking Jane, which she did. She did look up from time to time, saw that both friends still looked horrified but couldn't take their eyes off the spanking, and she wondered if they were both more like Jane and were as submissive. So, she said sternly, "You're not supposed to be in here. So, as you are, I think you should both take your knickers off, bend across the laps of my two boss lady friends, and you can have your bottoms spanked as well. After that you can stay for supper and help Jane serve us."