A maid's afternoon

Red tends to be the colour associated most closely with pain for most people; it makes sense for a number of reasons too. For Saki, however, for several years now the colour of pain has firmly settled on lime. More specifically, the lime of the rug at which she was staring now with her eyes having mostly dried out from her earlier tears, her bare and red bottom high in the air. Alright, red obviously had something to do with pain too, but it is the lime that covered most of the field of vision that made her wince even when she was just vacuuming it. With her employers the memory of the most recent spanking was never a particularly distant one.

Another bit of red in the picture was the stool that Saki was kneeling on while her palms were planted on the rug. It was soft and plush like most furnishings in her employers' house; in fact, the hard furniture was limited to a couple of punishment chairs that saw little other use...

"Saki, stop squirming or I'll put you on the hard chair!", the mistress of the house barked from next door somehow having caught the movement (speaking of the hard chairs) and the bare-bottomed girl could only half-groan half-wiper in response, knowing that talking was not encouraged unless a direct question was asked. Her range of movement was already severely limited by the need to balance the thin rod on her back; the same thin rod, of course, that was used to create a criss-crossing pattern across her poor cheeks just minutes ago. If Saki dropped it, her punishment could be increased to any level up to being restarted entirely. Even that tiny range of safe movement was apparently too much so Saki finished her small shift and tried to freeze again. Speaking of freezing... She really would kill for an icepack.

Elsewhere in the house a door opened, creating a momentary draft. Saki's skirt swayed gently as it hung down, away from her bottom (her underwear was gone entirely and she would not be allowed any until the next morning). There was always something especially humiliating about having the clothes in place, but gravity working to uncover her, rather than to keep her attire down and proper. Her breasts were hanging down too, she could feel it, but at least her blouse remained tucked into her skirt, covering them for now. Saki recognised the steps as belonging to the eldest son of the family. He passed the open door of the study where the red-bottomed maid was presented without noticing her (or at least sparing her a glance).

His arrival meant his younger sister, who has turned 18 just earlier in the year and has been very happy to use her newly gained opportunity to punish the maid and witness her punishments, was not far behind. Saki knew Julie would not interfere or add to her mother's issued punishment so she was safe for the time being, but the girl undeniably had a bit of a sadistic streak. This showed even in the small details like the red stool - where her mother would make Saki kneel on one with her knees together, Julie would use two, ensuring that Saki's legs are open wide and everything between them is fully on display. She would target those areas too, while her mother was usually content to simply line her cheeks. Julie became subject to punishments at the same time too, of course, but as far as Saki knew she navigated her way out of most of them successfully enough.

Saki tore her mind away from Julie for now, however. She only has a few minutes left in her timeout, she is pretty sure, and then she could come back to work and with the family heading for an evening in the theatre later she will have a long free spell after lunch, which she was rather looking forward to. Her bottom would still be sore, of course (for a couple of days at least), but on her tummy she would be comfortable enough. The front door opened again before the magic words "get up" were pronounced, however, making Saki thing about Julie again... And rightly so.

"Mooom! Did Saki get my...", the maid could not quite catch the last word but with a sinking heart she suspected it must be "drycleaning". She did not coherently clear the mother's lower-tone compared to the shrill teenage avoid response either, but the next phrase is all too clear. "Alright, I'm come up then!", Julie said. "I'll just get the paddle".

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You know who you are - hope you enjoyed this! I certainly enjoyed the artwork.