Note: The following story contains F/m and F/f content. This is a sci-fi world set in the near-future and contains unrealistic elements, such as more folks than usual enjoying BDSM. Unlike the proper way to practice BDSM in real life, this story will not use safe words and the consent is somewhat dubious. Read no further if that would upset you. Otherwise, enjoy!
Chapter One
In the first widely shared servant video, a young woman was shown already bent over a lap. The spanker's face was kept off-camera, so her most distinguishing feature was her white evening gown and painted pink nails. The victim's face was also obscured by her position, bent almost doubled over. Her long hair puddled on the floor, her lower arms braced flat against the hardwood planks.
"Are you embarrassed, girl?"
She gave no answer, but of course she had to be. Her pleated skirt was flipped and pushed up to the small of her back, fully exposing her pert, bare bottom. Her panties were on the ground between her legs, which were spread about a foot apart.
"Wider," she said, patting her bottom hard enough for a few smacks to sound. "All the way apart. The shame will teach you a better lesson than my hand ever could."
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Her voice trembled.
The video was viewed over a million times in just a week.
Exclusive: Real female servant gets humiliating punishment during a dinner party.
It was taken surreptitiously by a guest for his own viewing pleasure. But somehow, perhaps through the work of his wife's servant, the video surfaced and made its way to the most popular porn sites. People suspected some casual sadism since the first batch of servants took their jobs six months earlier. Now everyone knew for sure.
Servants became a trend among rich and bored housewives shortly after the technological advances that kickstarted the Robotics Revolution. They were hired in this world of bots and AI precisely because they were so adorably human. The correction of all their human errors with mortifying punishments became synonymous with their role. They were human accessories, sex toys, and displays of status.
Not all moneyed housewives participated, but this particular demographic happened to be much more keen on dominating and disciplining than the general population. It was often about power, especially when straight women took on a female servant. Their husbands had enjoyed their own sexual proclivities for years now, so the wives finally found their own outlet.
As a common theme, servants were all very attractive and well-educated twenty-somethings, often from previously well-to-do families, before the Robotics Revolution changed things. That was part of the fun, degrading someone who could have been rich in an alternate timeline.
The servant girl in the widely shared video spread her legs until her naked privates were on full display, upturned as she was over her mistress' leg. All servants, male and female, were kept completely hairless down below, it was later known. It added to their shame and vulnerability; a constant reminder of their new lot in life. The unfortunate girl whimpered from that alone, being spread so wide in front of a crowded dinner party that every fold was opened to the hungry eyes around her.
The nameless mistress rubbed the servant's creamy cheeks under her palm. The girl had apparently drunk half a flute of champagne in the kitchen earlier that evening, though the chilled bottle was strictly reserved for the guests. The chef and sous chef both witnessed it. For a little while she was scolded right in this position, on display in front of everyone and waiting to be spanked. "I'm going to have to teach you a very hard and humiliating lesson about stealing," she said.
The hand-spanking began in full right after that. No more words. Just fast-paced, loud smacks, and constant cries of pain from the servant. She tried hard to stay still, taking her spanking as best she could. It was obvious, her legs sometimes going tense and stiff, shaking. Her hands sometimes fruitlessly clutching at the ground.
Her bare cheeks quickly went from creamy white to a uniform pink blush, reddening further and further as the spanks rained down. Eventually she cried. Real tears, from the sounds of it. Her back shook hard as that manicured hand kept turning her rosy red.
There were some hushed whispers from the guests. They all heartily approved of the punishment. A servant has to really pay for something like that, sneaking expensive champagne, trying to act above her status.
Another couple minutes of the spanking went on while the servant sobbed throughout. She'd been trained well, it seemed. Her legs stayed fully spread open the entire time, her hands never reached back to hide her smarting skin from further spanks. And once the spanking was over, she lay limp and still, right there over the knee. Still on shameful display. Just crying.
Someone else, perhaps a regular employee of the estate, handed the well-dressed woman a small silver plug and a jar of a lubricant on a little tray.
"You're wearing your punishment plug for corner time," she told the hapless servant.
"Oh, please, no!" begged the servant. The outburst earned her a good series of new spanks to her sit spot. Some of those smacks surely grazed her between her legs. It looked a little red there, too.
The woman lubricated the metal plug as the bare-bottomed servant nervously awaited this further humiliation. Two fingers spread her cheeks further apart as the tip of the plug circled around her opening. She gave a plaintive cry, knowing her fate was sealed.
It was hard to tell if this method of plugging her made it easier or harder on her. The woman kept pushing in a little more and more at a time, opening her up carefully, but at the same time fucking her with that silver plug maybe much more than she needed to fully succumb. She squirmed over her mistress' knees the entire time. Someone to the side of the cameraman moaned just barely loud enough to be heard, unable to muffle their excitement over the unfortunate one's shame.
Finally, after a good whole minute of punishing her with this humiliating anal penetration, the woman sunk the entire girth of the silver plug into her at once. A squeal of pained surprise turned to a final low moan of shame. Her legs bent and straightened behind her as she adjusted to the invader in her rectum.
"Did we learn a good lesson, young lady?" She pat the plug, painted fingernails tapping the flared base.
"Y-yes, ma'am," said the servant.
The servant was pulled up and sent straight to the corner. The video only had to tilt up slightly to capture the moment. She stood with her nose to the corner, skirt tucked up, legs spread wide to display her shameful plug, bent slightly forward. Her crying continued, at this point it seemed from the humiliation alone.
The video ended there, and it was unknown what happened next, though it became a great sport in some online communities to wonder very vividly together. Some thought the servant would later be shared among the interested guests. Some thought there was no way the billionaire's wife would ever share her most prized possession.
This footage eventually made its way to the news cycle. The content was so explicit, however, they couldn't even show blurred images. News anchors simply spoke of it, very carefully. They used proper words. Corporal punishment, and the like. No one on screen called it abuse. All the major news outlets were owned by people who already had a servant at their estate, or were considering getting one soon.
"Let's not pretend we didn't know what was happening to the servants," said one of the talking heads on screen. "But there are benefits, you know. The wages aren't too bad, and they get room and board in some of the nicest parts of the world. And anyway, they signed the employment contracts. A deal is a deal."
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Asher was too soft for the world, the way it became. When he was born and raised it was a whole other kind of place. Even up until his final year of university. Now, he could barely walk from the bus to his job, from the bus to his shoebox apartment, or from his apartment to the grocery store. Those were just about the only places he went, considering how dangerous it was out there for the past couple of years.
The bus thanked Asher for scanning his bank card at his stop in a voice that tried hard to sound human. He used to say 'you're welcome' when it was novel and cute some years back. Now, not so much.
There were usually armed security guards protecting his office building, but today they were nowhere in sight. So Asher found himself swarmed by three beggars while not having the kind of temperament it takes to tell them to shove off. So he used his usual excuse, "I haven't got a lot." True, but surely more than they had.
"You know it will happen to all of us, right?" said the pushiest of the beggars, a woman caked head to toe in grime. She'd been sleeping rough for sure. Not all of them did. Some couch surfed.
"What will?" asked Asher.
"The way they treat the servants. They're the canaries in the coal mines, you know. They're not the only ones going to get legally punished like that. They're just the first. You'll be next."
What did she even mean by this? Was using corporal punishment on servants fully legal now? Asher didn't really get involved in politics and current events. Too much of a bummer, especially these days.
