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Mr Lafayette Reuben, known by his wife as "Lafe", marched up the sweeping driveway of his affluent household. The expansive brick building was certainly a fine sight to behold, and inside it was kept alive by the bustling of servants and cooks, and Lafe's beautiful young bride Flora.

Lafe had spent the entire day visiting his friends at their own mansion a few miles down the winding country road, and was growing tired as he crossed the entrance hall. He hung his coat and cane up and proceeded to search for his wife,

'Flora?' he called, opening the kitchen door. Nobody but the Cooks were in the muggy room. 'Flora, my love?' he called again, this time glancing into the drawing room. The area was empty but for the spread of expensive imported furniture and decorations. Jogging up the main staircase Lafe's eyes met a sight that caused a blaze of anger and disgust to ignite in his stomach; Ettie, Flora's personal maid was chatting and giggling with the stable boy, Robert, in the shadow of a large sculpture. Presumably she assumed they could not be seen by prying eyes and neither servant noticed as the master of the house approached.

'Oh you naughty boy!' Ettie giggled, playfully pushing Robert by the shoulder. The young man then reached as if to kiss Ettie, but Lafe grasped him by the arm and thrust him towards the stairs, telling him that he would be punished later for his presumption to enter the top level of the house.

Turning on Ettie, who had shrunk back in fright as her master approached, Lafe demanded to know what was happening. At that second his eyes met his wife's. She was standing in the door of their bed chamber looking quizzically out at them. Flora was a beautiful woman, not quite twenty, with long luxurious blonde hair which flowed down her back in waves. Her fair skin was envied by most, and her slender figure was topped by an ample but not overly large bosom, which delighted Lafe each time he laid eyes on it.

'Why are you shouting, dear?' Flora asked as Lafe grasped Ettie's arm and marched her into their bedroom. He proceeded to describe the scene which he had interrupted and was shocked to find his wife smiling, 'Did you know about this?' he asked, aghast.

'Oh, dear,' Flora breathed, flicking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and approaching him, 'I didn't think you would be this angry, only Ettie has been telling me for weeks of how she truly loves Robert. Over the past month she has been increasingly lost in her own mind for thinking of him, and I assumed that if I allowed them to speak then she would work better and be happier.'

Lafe stared at his wife in disapproval. He made it a strict rule in his household that servants may only speak when spoken to, and private chats would be kept to evenings when they may not have further work to do. His wife had completely disregarded his authority and allowed them to chat at leisure.

'Do you realise that in my household there is a strict set of rules forbidding this sort of behaviour between the servants?' Lafe blazed. Flora continued to smile, hoping that her calm mood would diffuse Lafe's impending tirade. Something snapped in Lafe's head as he looked at her bemused smile and he grasped his wife's arm in one hand, and pulled both her and Ettie over to the bed, before slamming the bedroom door and locking it. Having secured the room he turned around to rebuke both young women for their bad behaviour.

'I have nothing to say to you two sneaking devils,' he uttered, having made the desicion to punish them both soundly for ignoring his rules. 'Ettie, stand up and remove your skirt and apron this instant.' Her eyes widening, Ettie did as she was told, slowly undoing the apron and letting it fall to the floor before working on her skirt. Having broken one household rule today she did not want to question her master's intentions and break another.

She seemd to be moving as if stuck in a vat of honey, and Lafe gave her a sharp smack on the clothed bottom as warning to hurry. One the black skirt and white apron were folded on the Ottoman at the end of the bed Ettie stood before her master.

'Now the petticoat,' Lafe growled, placing his hands on his hips. Flora's questions were silenced by a raised finger, 'I will come to you in a minute, my love.' Lafe said crossly.

Ettie removed the petticoat and now stood between her mistress and master with only a thin chemise and drawers protecting her lower half. Her wide brown eyes were looking to and fro, hoping that she would be able to remain at least this clothes. As if reading her mind and wanting to cause her as much grief as possible Lafe then proceeded to pull up Ettie's chemise, tucking it into her blouse so now all could see her white drawers.

'Now,' he said in a threatening tone, 'Place your head and chest upon the bed and stand on your toes.' Ettie did as she was told, tears pricking her eyes and a blush spreading across her cheeks. She knew what was coming; she had heard rumours of Lafe punishing naughty maids in this way and was dreading the next demand.

'Now undo the drawstring around your waist and pull your drawers down to your ankles.'

Flora made to stop this action, but Lafe merely shushed her and watched as the maid slowly exposed first the smooth white globes of her bottom, and as she bent to pull her drawers to her ankles as instructed he could see wisps of dark hair protruding from between her closed legs. This would not do, he needed to humiliate her in order to punish her.

'Move your legs further apart. Further. Further.' Lafe and Flora could now see her in full glory, her legs quivering in expectation of her punishment and face buried into the thick duvet. He reached for Flora's wooden hairbrush that rested on the dressing table and, without warning, began to spank Ettie's white bottom in rapid succession. The servant cried out and wiggled her bottom to and fro in a vain attempt to hinder the stinging smacks and her ivory skin began to glow a light pink, and then a blazing red. Lafe administered thirty spanks on her bottom, and the poor girl began to cry as the stinging smacks became too much for her.

Stopping suddenly he demanded the servant stand up. She complied, turning and trying to shield her bare pussy from his prying eyes. 'Now Ettie, as you are my wife's servant and are familiar with her dress, I want you to remove it for her now. Flora stand up.'

Flora stammered a faint plea but she knew when her husband meant business there was no arguing. Her eyes welled as Ettie, still naked from the waist down, began to undo her dress, removing each layer of clothing until she was down to her undergarments and stockings. Both women stopped and glanced at Lafe.

'Well? Continue, I mean to punish you both for disobeying me and my authority in this house. Ettie, remove Flora's underclothes now, and once you have please remove what is left of your own uniform.'

There was silence in the room but for the rustles of fabric as both women stripped off their clothes slowly, as if once naked they would never feel the benefits of the fabric again. Lafe felt a brief tingle in his trousers but ignored it; he was more angry than in need of sexual gratification.

Once the two women were nude he told them to stand before him, hands on head like little school girls who had been naughty. He allowed his eyes to roam their naked bodies, and felt another stirring in his trousers. The contrast of the two women was pleasing to his eye; his wife was fair and Ettie was brunette. He examined the differences in their forms; Ettie's pert breasts were much smaller than his wife's, but the cold air in the room had caused her nipples to protrude in a pleasing way. For a few minutes Lafe rebuked the two women for their lack of respect. He elongated the lecture, as he found great pleasure in examining both girls' embarrassed faces, glowing cheeks and chiefly, their pert breasts which rose and fell with each nervous breath, their curvaceous hips and their rarely exposed privates.

Finally, having reproved them enough, Lafe ordered both women to get up on the bed on their hands and knees so their bottoms were facing him. Once they had shakily complied he told them both to lower their chests so they were touching the bed. He then forcibly spread their legs so they were both completely on show to him. He removed his belt and began spanking Ettie again. She cried out with each stroke this time, and Lafe began lecturing her again, emphasising each word with a spank.

'You- must- NEVER- disobey- MY- rules- in- MY- house- AGAIN!' Once he stopped Ettie fell to the bed, sobbing and grasping her reddened bottom with both hands.

Now Lafe moved to his wife whose face was blank and emotionless. That changed immediately after the first stroke of the belt. Lafe purposely tried to make the end of the belt curl around her leg so it stung her exposed pussy with each lick. Each time this happened his wife let out a small squeak and tried to reach up to touch her pussy, but Lafe grapsed her arm and placed it firmly on the bed again.

He wanted her to be sorry for disobeying his rules. He wanted her to beg him to stop and rub her until she felt better. He felt an erection growing in his trousers as he spanked her, occasionally looking to Ettie, who was now silent; still grasping her bottom, but now intently watching her Mistress' breasts as they pressed into the duvet with each smack.

All at once Lafe stopped the spanking and stood watching his wife gasping and moaning. She did not move out of position though, and he lovingly stroked her tender bottom. She was familiar with his punishments. She closed her eyes and waited for more smacks to come. He alternated between caressing her tender flesh and gentle spanks which caused her to moan, and he every so often reached down to give her a gentle spank of the pussy. Now clouded with lust, Lafe ordered Ettie to dress herself and leave the room. He would now teach Flora who had authority in their relationship.