Isabella was exhausted after a long day of cleaning her master's house. He was very meticulous in the way things were to be cleaned and replaced. She followed his written directions closely and marking each task as she completed them. And now she was on her last task, perched high above the floor on a ladder dusting the crystal chandelier that hung in his study. She tugged at her snug fitting uniform with its ruffles and lace all around. She hated this uniform. It was too short, showing her ass whenever she bent over and it barely held her large breasts. But this is what Master Paul wanted her to wear, so she obliged to his wishes. The bright afternoon sun shone into the study reflecting colors of the rainbow through the crystal chandelier. She stood and watched as the colors floated around the room until Master Paul entering the room and slamming the door behind him startled her.
"Good afternoon, Master Paul," she spoke as she descended the ladder. Isabella noticed that he had white cotton gloves on his hands and on the right index finger there was a spot of dirt. He held up his right hand and index finger up, and looked at her with bewilderment.
"Isabella," he said, "Can you explain why I found this dirt along the top of the entryway?" Isabella searched her mind trying to remember if dusting the top of the entryway was on the list Master Paul had left her.
"No sir," she replied and she lowered her head to the floor.
Master Paul walked over to her and lifted her chin with his hand. "Isabella, I left you very specific instructions on how I wanted my home cleaned and it appears that you did not follow those instructions. Am I correct?"
"Yes sir. But I do not recall cleaning the entryway as being in the instructions," she said quietly trying not to meet his eyes as he held her chin. "Let me get the instructions and look to see if that is written on them"
"No need, Isabella. I know what I wrote and I had instructed you to clean the top of the entryway," he stated while looking into her eyes. She tried to look away, but she was drawn to how dark his eyes were. "Do you know what I do to my employees that do not follow my instructions," he asked her.
"No sir. Please do not fire me," she begged.
Master Paul threw his head back and let out a laugh. "No, no, my sweet Isabella. I would never fire you. However, you do need to be punished for not following my directions."
Isabella looked at him, puzzled, she asked, "Punished? How so sir? Will you dock my pay?"
Again, Master Paul let out a laugh. "No, no Isabella. You will not lose your pay, you will not be fired, but you will learn to follow my instructions."
Master Paul released the hold he had of Isabella's chin and turned her around to face the interior of the room. He brought his body close to her and leaned into her ear whispering, "Go over to the sofa and remove your panties." Isabella was not sure why he wanted her to remove her panties, but she did as she was told. She walked over to the couch and pulled up her short skirt. As she slid her panties down, she glanced up to see Master Paul standing and watching her with his hands behind his back. He was in a military stance with his eyes never wavering from her. After her panties were on the floor, Master Paul walked quietly and sternly over to the couch and sat down.
"Isabella, I want you to lie across my lap so that you may receive your punishment," Master Paul said in a commanding voice. Isabella did as she was told, laying her body across his lap, arms touching the ground and her ass in the air. She still was unsure of what her punishment would be and her heart beat with fear and anticipation of the punishment.
Isabella whimpered, "Master Paul, what shall my punishment be?"
"My dear, sweet Isabella. I shall give you a spanking for every inch of the entryway that you did not clean as you were instructed." Then he chuckled and said, "There are many inches so you shall have many spankings."
Isabella could feel his left hand push her skirt up further, revealing her ass. She braced her hands against the floor waiting for that first smack. She tried to think of something, anything, that would focus her attention away from the foreseen pain. "The colors," she thought. "I'll watch the pretty colors from the sun." She found a rainbow of colors dancing on the wall ahead of her, but then "WHACK," she felt Master Paul's hand strike her exposed ass.
"WHACK," again. "WHACK. WHACK. WHACK." Isabella could feel her ass stinging, burning from his strong hands hitting it. But she continued to focus on the colors.
"WHACK," again. And then it stopped.