This is a femdom spanking story with F/f & F/m punishment scenes and a consensual m/f scene in this chapter. It takes place in a near-future dystopia where the job market has crashed and violence has taken over most cities. All characters are over eighteen.
In this story, the servants have signed a contract agreeing to their treatment in exchange for money, safety from the outside world, and room and board. However, there are no safewords used. This is just a fictional fantasy scenario - in real life I believe that safewords should always be used in spanking and BDSM play. If you'd still like to read, please do enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Chapter Three
Molly
Molly had been a servant for a little over a week. It was a roller coaster so far. The entire first week, both she and Asher were spanked before bed nightly. New to servitude, they were very prone to error. So Portia would visit one right after the other in their separate bedrooms, bending them over one leg and baring them for a bottom reddening before tenderly wishing them sweet dreams.
Portia later told them it wasn't only for their silly mistakes. "I know how hard it is to adjust to a new home. You both sleep so much better after a little spanking. The health data states it very clearly in your smart-bands."
The two servants blushed at the very concept, but Portia seemed amused by it.
"So cute," she said, punctuating each word with a gentle pat to each of their heads.
Though she clearly had no qualms about embarrassing them, Portia hadn't yet spanked either directly in front of the other. Unfortunately, Molly would get the dishonour of being the first one to get that treatment today.
It was a very quiet afternoon, so the servants were helping the cleaning crew. There were a group of six of them, two men and four women, all in their prime manual labour years. With Asher and Molly, they were now an unwieldy group of eight.
The two were told to obey the head cleaner, a young woman named Veronica. Hourglass figure, flowing strawberry blonde hair down to her back. She was beautiful, but poisonous, as most beautiful living things can often be. She was always giving them the worst jobs and speaking to them as if they were the stupidest two people on earth. That fateful day, the two servants were on their knees in an empty bathtub, scrubbing the grout in the tiled walls with tiny brushes.
During this awful task, Molly got a text. Then another. And another. Obviously one of her friends needed her attention! Immediately! So she looked over both shoulders and then took the phone out to take a quick look. As she suspected, a dear old friend from high school was upset and needed her consolation. So Molly, being a good friend, texted her back.
A hand covered her shoulder. Veronica. She thought it was a warning, so Molly put her phone immediately back into her skirt's side pocket. However, it would turn out to be much worse than that.
First of all, there were some comments about the phone. "How did you get that?" asked Veronica.
"Mrs. Darrow gave them to us when we first started," said Molly.
"Really? But they're so... these ones are..." Veronica was a little gobsmacked. Soon she had the others come look.
"Asher, show us your phone," said one of the cleaning crew. A guy about his own age, early twenties with a muscular build. He had no choice but to oblige, and the group stood around them where they knelt in the bathtub, scrub brushes still in hand.
"Look at this," said one of the ladies. "She just gave this to you?"
The two servants nodded. Molly felt her pulse quicken. It didn't take a detective to figure out they felt Molly and Asher were spoiled. So Veronica, for one, decided to not let Molly's personal cell phone use slide at all. The head cleaner pressed the round white button on the nearest intercom and said, "Mrs. Darrow, sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to inform you that Molly was misbehaving while cleaning the downstairs bathroom with the blue tiles. Thank you."
Not five minutes later everyone heard incoming high heels. Molly swallowed hard, her heart going a mile a minute. Beside her, Asher tried his very hardest to calm her nerves by gently patting the back of her hand. He was always so sweet, and so cute, and Molly had a real bonafide crush on him. In this kind of situation, it only made her upcoming punishment more embarrassing for her.
Portia was in a rush. "What did she do?" Not even a hello.
"She was texting a friend instead of cleaning," said Veronica.
"Molly, come with me, right now. Asher, you too. You ought to see a good example of what happens to servants who slack on the job."
The tears were already starting up from the shame alone. Six members of the cleaning crew knew she was about to really get it, and now her crush would be watching. Not to mention that Molly hated it when Portia was disappointed in her.
Instead of taking her downstairs to her quarters, Portia stopped right in the parlour near the grand foyer. She sat in the armless chair nearest the entrance and took Molly right over her knees without hesitation. Her hands fell flat and hard onto the cold marble floor, then both her forearms were pressed down too, catching her body weight before she might tumble over. Her feet ended up far off the floor in this angled, off-centre position.
"Asher, come stand by that wall."
Once he got into position, Molly could tell that he would have the absolute perfect view of her backside. To drive home the point, Portia ordered him to watch carefully.
"The humiliation will teach her well," said Portia. "And her punishment will teach you well."
With that, she slid a hand to the back of Molly's knees and gave it a ride up her soft thigh, pushing the skirt up with it. The cool air against her pantied bottom made her squirm. But Molly knew it would be worse. Servants were not punished over clothes or panties. Not two seconds after this thought, those white cotton uniform panties were lowered to her knees.
Molly let out a sob of shame.
"Looks like you're learning a lesson already, young lady."
It wasn't just that Asher was staring at her nakedness below the waist, but that anyone could walk through that foyer. And they did, all the time. The main foyer was the busiest room of all, the core and heart of the mansion. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, ma'am!"
"I'm sure," said Portia. She pulled her right knee up to make her cheeks an even more prominent target. The position naturally spread her open a little and now she could feel the cool air of the parlour against her bare, exposed vulva. "Do you have a good view, Asher? Can you see everything well enough?"
