I decided to hire a new maid. My old cleaning lady had retired and I had been without a house cleaner for a few months. I don't mind housework like some other people, but I can afford the luxury of having a maid. I decided that this time, however, there would be some other requirements. I would be strict, quite severe actually, with the new maid, who must be young and attractive and a definite sub.
I spent some time selecting the perfect maid, with lengthy interviews and visual examination. I wanted to make sure that she be someone I could totally dominate, including punishing when appropriate. Finally, I selected Kaleigh, a twenty something single young lady. She was attractive, but not beautiful, and had a full figure and a nice, round bottom. She lived alone and did not have immediate family nearby. She was not currently dating anyone and was completely available. I decided to employ her full time although I really didn't need that much cleaning. I explained what was required and that I was strict about her comportment.
I selected a maid costume for Kaleigh, black and white, with a short skirt, low cut to show off her décolletage, and ruffled panties which would peek out when she bent over. She was also given a cap which kept her hair in place while she was working.
Kaleigh reported to work on her first day and I showed her the house which is three bedrooms and two bathrooms. One of the bedrooms has been converted to my study. She was very attentive as I explained the cleaning products I expected her to use as well as the different places she was required to clean fully. I saw her gaze at the umbrella stand in the study which was filled with different canes. She didn't say anything, however.
The first week of work, I would inspect Kaleigh's work at the end of the day with her standing behind me while I viewed it. I would point out where she had missed something or done it incorrectly, but I didn't say anything more.
During the second week, however, I decided to get more severe in my criticism. There was a corner which had dust, and I also caught her sitting down leafing through a magazine when she was supposed to be working. I had her stand facing the corner of the room with her arms behind her, gripping the elbows, which is the correct punishment pose. After 15 minutes, I let her resume her work. It only took a few days, however, when I discovered her lounging again.
This time I sat on a chair and beaconed for her to lie across my knees. She had a confused look on her face, but she lay face down across my knees. Her toes touched the ground and her hands touched the floor in front. I lifted her skirt, although I left her panties in place, and applied several sharp slaps to her rear. I then bid her to stand and face the corner again with her arms behind gripping her elbows. After about 10 minutes, I called her over. I told her to go to the umbrella stand and retrieve one of the canes.
She returned with the cane. She had a frightened look on her face. I took the cane from her and sliced the air with it making that frightful sound that proceeds a good caning.
"This is how I punish naughty maids," I told her. "Next time you displease me, you will receive 10 strokes on your bottom. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," she replied.
For the next several days, Kaleigh worked hard and her work was exemplary. I was anxious to find fault with her so that I could cane her virgin bottom, but I was unable to find anything that would give me cause to do so.
It wasn't long, however, before Kaleigh became careless. I found that the tub in my bathroom had a ring around it. I called Kaleigh into the bathroom and had her kneel in front of the tub. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face next to the ring.
"What's this?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry, master. I will clean it immediately," Kaleigh said. The fear in her voice was palpable.
"Yes you will, but do you think you should be punished first, or afterwards?" I asked.
"Please sir, don't cane me!" she cried.
"You insolent bitch! How dare you tell me what to do!"
