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Juanoneone's stories have been very hard to find lately, so I'll be archiving them here

Thirteen year old Cynthia DuMonte was looking for a horse online. She already had three horses, but had been saving up for a month for a fourth one. She had her eye on a few now, and was just haggling over email until she got what she felt was a reasonable price. There was a cough from the doorway and a knock. The blonde girl looked around, her plait brushing the back of her chair. Two women stood in the hall, each in black and white maid uniforms. The pudgy middle-aged one was familiar. "Hello Alice" sighed Cynthia, irritated at having been disturbed. Alice curtsied. Cynthia squinted at the other maid, a nervous looking thin woman in her early twenties, chestnut hair bound neatly behind her head. She didn’t recognize that one. "Oh no" she groaned in resignation. "Don’t tell me - you are a new employee of my mothers". The nervous girl curtsied somewhat clumsily.

"I’m Nancy Watts ma’am. Pleased to meet you ma’am"

"Miss, not ma’am" Cynthia corrected her with a roll of her eyes. "Ma’am is my mother".

"Yes miss" answered Nancy obediently, and gave another clumsy curtsy for good measure. "I’m to be a housemaid miss".

"Yes, I see where this is going. And my dear kind mummy has sent the two of you up so that Alice can teach you how to give me spankings, hasn’t she". Nancy flinched under the accusation and looked at her shoes. "Now, now Miss Cynthia" chirped Alice cheerfully "you know that all the servants have to give you spankings". Nancy curtsied again, apologetically.

"Yes *Alice*" snapped Cynthia "I *had* noticed that all the servants have to give me spankings. I’m perceptive like that. I don’t know what made me realize. The constant spankings I get from the servants, perhaps?"

"Your mother’s orders miss" Alice reminded her.

"Yes, yes. Mummy’s orders. Heaven forbid that anyone should work here who doesn’t spank my bare bottom periodically. So is anyone leaving or are we just adding one more person to the crowd who has access to my rear end?"

"No one is leaving, Miss Cynthia" Alice told her. "Nancy will be helping to keep the place clean and tidy, will be helping with any bathtime spankings and will be giving you a personal bedtime spanking at ten thirty on Thursday nights".

Cynthia fumed. "Well that is just *wonderful*. I certainly don’t have enough people intruding on my bath, and I was going all Thursday night without being spanked. Mummy does realize that I already get a five o’clock spanking from Cook on Thursday afternoon, doesn’t she?"

"Oh yes, Miss Cynthia" Alice assured her. "She said that this is all a part of her ’Spanking Thursdays’ plan". Cynthia snorted in indignation, and pressed her lips together.

"Alright. Close the door" she ordered. Alice shook her head.

"I’m sorry, miss. Your mother’s orders. No more closed doors for your spankings until further notice". Cynthia threw her hands in the air.

"Naturally" she said. "Heaven forbid that anyone should miss seeing me being spanked on my bare bottom, just because the door is closed when they are passing". She kicked the table. "Oh, what does it matter? They all bloody spank it themselves, anyway. I must have the best known bottom in all of England by now". Alice stood stoically through the barrage, although Nancy cringed into herself.

"Oh, let’s get it over with" Cynthia instructed, with a toss of her hair. She stood up and walked over to the bed. She lay on the pink cover and hoisted her blue dress up over her back. Then she raised her thighs and grabbed her white panties, jerking them down to her knees and leaving her young bottom naked. She resettled herself at full length. "Well?" she demanded, with a glare backwards. "Nancy, here is where you will find my bottom" - she gestured with her hand - "you may as well get used to spanking it, because mummy just *loves* for me to get spankings".

"Go on, child" Alice told Nancy softly "go and give Cynthia some spankies. You’ll be responsible for giving her her Thursday night punishment, so you’d better learn how". Cynthia sighed impatiently. Nancy looked nervously at Alice and slowly edged her way over to the left side of the bed. She opened her palm but kept it hovering around her own body.

"Sit down, child - go on" Alice gently encouraged her. Gingerly, Nancy sat down on the bed next to the pantsless girl. She help her palm out in front of herself, as if she were waving hello to Cynthia’s behind. "Just *do* it!" snapped Cynthia, looking back bitterly over her shoulder.

"You can do it, Nancy" smiled Alice. "Its not that hard once you tell yourself that you can do it. Show us how mean you can be". Nancy frowned and nodded in determination. She snorted a few times, working herself up. Cynthia faced forward and focused on a spot on the floral wallpaper. Nancy’s palm flew up and down rapidly across Cynthia’s rear end, from a height of half a foot, and with a sound like polite applause. Her face was a determined scowl. Cynthia blinked and looked around. She looked up at Alice, who shrugged. Cynthia slowly informed the new maid "that isn’t going to cut it with mummy". Nancy lost her frown and recaptured her nervous expression, her slaps slowing down and ceasing. She glanced over at Alice, who shook her head sympathetically. "You’ll have to learn to spank better than that, Nancy" Alice told her. "The mistress will want a nice hot spanking for Cynthia on Thursday nights, and you will never get away with *that*". Nancy looked crestfallen.

"I’m sorry" she apologized quietly. "I don’t know much about giving spankings". Alice laughed.

"Now don’t get discouraged! You’ll learn. Why in no time at all, you’ll be punishing Cynthia’s bottom as red as can be".

"Oh how delightful" commented Cynthia bitterly, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Why, when I first came to work here back when Cynthia was a little girl of eight, I couldn’t spank hard at all-"

"Oh *yes* you could, you liar!" spat Cynthia. "I remember it very well. You promised mummy that you spank hard, and she asked you to prove it and you pulled down my panties and proved it then and there. It was in the conservatory and it was raining". Alice shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, maybe I’ve got a bad memory, but never mind that. The point is that we all have to learn to spank sometime and anyone can learn to do it. You just have to slap harder is all. Watch this". Alice approached the bed and Cynthia quickly looked back to the wall - she didn’t want to see the smack coming. Alice brought her right hand swinging down in an arc, the palm landing loudly across Cynthia’s bare bottom. "OW!" cried Cynthia, her hands clenching and feet jerking. There was a distinct pink handprint across the base of her buttocks. "There now, did that hurt Miss Cynthia?"

"Yes, actually, Alice, it *did*" answered Cynthia furiously over her shoulder.

"I been giving Miss Cynthia her Saturday night spanking for five years now, and she makes as much racket now as she did when she was eight years old. You just have to spank her *hard* enough". Nancy tried to look confident and determined. "*Hard*" she repeated, chopping at the air with her hand.

"Do it *right*" Cythia ordered her. "If a spanking isn’t done *right*, mummy is going to insist that it is done *over*, and I already get *quite* enough spankings around here, thank you very much indeed".

"Yes miss" answered Nancy obediently. She summoned up her strength and took a few practice swings at the air. "Just *do* it!" seethed Cynthia, who kept tensing for a blow that didn’t come. Nancy gritted her teeth in determination and began to spank. Now Cynthia’s bottom was starting to sting and she frowned, more in indignation at the position her mother was putting her in than from the pain. "That’s better!" said Alice. "You can tell that she feels that, at least. You are doing well. Now *really* give it to her. Really *punish* that botty!". Nancy redoubled her efforts and now Cynthia was the one to grit her teeth as the slaps rained onto her behind. "Better again!" smiled Alice. "You are doing better all the time! See her cheeks pinking up? It took the riding mistress much longer before she could slap Cynthia so hard and nowadays she spanks her quite soundly, isn’t that right Miss Cynthia?"

"Yes, it is Alice" Cynthia replied through clenched teeth. "And may I thank you for sharing with the new help the details of my constant humiliations"

"Oh, but she must learn, Miss. I’m only trying to encourage her. You know that your mother insists on good painful spankings for you".

"Yes, Alice, I know. I don’t get much of a chance to forget, do I?". Cythia snorted and tried not to focus on the discomfort in her behind. Alice suggested "take more of a swing at it, dear. If you can’t slap so often that way, that’s alright for a beginner, but really lift up your hand and *spank*".

"Ow!, ow! ow!" spat Cynthia, squinting from the sting as Nancy improved her technique.

"Good!" praised Alice "did you hear her saying ’ow!’? Now she knows she is being spanked!". Nancy smiled with pride and slapped away at Cynthia’s bottom. "Well you don’t ow! have to sound ow! so bloody ow! happy about it, ow! Alice" snarled Cynthia, speaking straight ahead.

"Now, now Miss Cynthia. You must have your spankies! No point in being gloomy about it, is there?"

"That’s pretty ow! easy for you ow! to say Alice, ow! since you aren’t ow! the one who ow! has to have ow! your ’spankies’. Ow! Pretty easy ow! to be cheerf-ow! cheerful when ow! you are the ow! one doing the ow! spanking not ow! the one face ow! down on a ow! bed with your ow! knickers arow!nd your knees while ow! the servants ow! come and slap ow! your bum red. Ow!". Cynthia’s smacked bottom was indeed growing redder, and her eyes were starting to mist up from the sting. "Oh Miss, you do get all grumpy when you have to be spanked. Lift your hand higher Nancy, higher and harder. The mistress is very insistent. Here, watch me". Cynthia closed her eyes, but if she didn’t see the slaps, she certainly felt them land hard across her bare bottom.

"OW! OW! OW!". She grimaced as she sucked air through her teeth. "There you go, Nancy, that’s what my mother likes. You should see her when *she* gets her hands on my backside. The bitch!".

"Miss Cynthia!" cried Alice in shock.

"Oh, of course Alice, she’s not a bitch. This is a perfectly reasonable way to treat your daughter. Arrange for as many people as you possibly can to pull down her pants and spank her silly on a regular basis. Yes, constant hard bare bottom corporal punishment is just what any responsible mother would provide for her child if she only had the resources. Why have you stopped, Nancy? Do you expect me to lie here all day with my bum on show like a circus attraction? *Spank* me and for God’s sake, put your back into it, or it will never *count*". Nancy nodded vigorously, fearing the sharp side of Cynthia’s tongue. She lifter her hand up to shoulder height and set her will to the task, promising herself that she could and would spank Cynthia harder. She spanked Cynthia harder. The slaps rang out through the room as her arm flew up and down. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" commented Cynthia in recognition.

"Oh much better!" announced Alice. "Look at her feet squirm! That’s some botty-warming punishment!". Cynthia gripped the covers with her hands as her rump grew hot and sore. She looked back over her shoulder. Her bottom was getting red now. The sight angered her, even though it was so very familiar. "Yes, well welc-Ow! welcome to Ow! the household. Ow! Congratulations Ow! on your new Ow! job of tanning Ow! my behIYEnd, just like everyone Ow! else arOWnd here. Whatever Ow! would become Ow! of the social Ow! order if the Ow! servants didn’t Ow! come and spank Ow! us all the Ow! time? You must Ow! be delighted Ow! to have found Ow! such meaningful Ow! employment. Ow!"

"Yes Miss Cynthia. Thank you Miss Cynthia" answered Nancy, trying to be polite. She would have tried to curtsy again, but she was busy slapping Cynthia’s bare red bottom as hard as she could. "Alice, whatever did the mistress mean when she said that I would have to assist in any bathtime spankings of Miss Cynthia?"

"Oh well, Miss Cynthia gets many different spankings from different people in different places. The maids give her spankings in the bedroom, the stable mistress gives her spankings in the stables, the cook gives her spankings in the kitchen-"

"What, all on her bare bottom?" Nancy wanted to know.

"Oh yes, Nancy! Her mother is very adamant that Cynthia gets *all* her spankings on her *bare bottom*".

"Yes, we wouldn’t Ow! want to let Ow! me keep Ow! a pair of Ow! panties on Ow! now and then, Ow! would we? Why Ow! should I be Ow! spared any public Ow! humiliation? Ow! No - knickers Ow! down in front Ow! of everyone Ow! all the time Ow!. That’s only sensible. Ow!" commented Cynthia, with bitter sarcasm.

Alice continued "even the gardener spanks her bare bottom in the garden. But don’t worry - the manor is quite a way from the village. Outsiders hardly ever see it happen"

"And don’t forget Ow! the riding mistress Ow! spanking me Ow! in the woods. Ow! Outsiders Ow! hardly ever Ow! see it happen Ow! there, too. The Ow! bloody girl scouts Ow! came by one Ow! time. But would Ow! she stop and Ow! let me pull Ow! up my knickers? Ow! Oh no! Can’t Ow! let anything Ow! interrupt Ow! a spanking Ow! for Cynthia, Ow! can we? Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Anyway" Alice continued "You asked about the bathtime spankings. Cynthia gets her baths from the bathmaid and various assistants-"

"Yes - heaven Ow! forbid that Ow! I should be Ow! allowed a Ow! little privacy Ow! in the bath. Ow! Ow!"

"-and the bathmaid is responsible for giving Cynthia naked spankings from time to time, after her bath. She will always get a naked bathtime spanking on Tuesday morning and you will give the bath mistress whatever help she needs in administering the spanking. Other than that, you must just be present in the bathroom when Cynthia is given her bath. Cynthia’s mother is fond of ordering surprise, unscheduled spankings for her daughter, and is *particularly* fond of giving sudden instructions that Cynthia’s bathtime is to include a naked spanking. You must be present in case you are needed to assist".

"Yes, mummy does Ow! so love me Ow! to have a hard Ow! naked spanking Ow! from the servants. Ow! Only reasonable Ow! of course. Ow! If I didn’t Ow! get naked Ow! spankings in the Ow! bathroom, I Ow! might have some Ow! basic human dignity. Ow! Ow! Ow!" spat Cynthia. A raven-haired serving girl carrying an armload of clothes curtseyed in the doorway and entered to put them away in the chest of drawers. "Oh don’t mind Ow! me Yvonne. Ow! I’m only knickers-down Ow! being spanked in Ow! here. No reason Ow! to wait and Ow! give me some Ow! privacy. Ow! Come right on Ow! in. Ow! Maybe there are Ow! some other Ow! servants who would Ow! like to come Ow! see my naked Ow! bum get paddled Ow! too. Ow! Ow!".

"I’m sorry Miss Cynthia" answered Yvonne meekly, averting her eyes. "Your mother’s orders are that we must carry on with our work and make no concessions to your predicament, no matter how humiliating".

"There, there Miss Cynthia" offered Alice by way of comfort "it isn’t as if Yvonne hasn’t seen your bare bottom spanked before". She turned to Nancy "two o’clock on Monday’s, Miss Cynthia reports to Yvonne in the laundry. Yvonne turns her panties-down across her knee and spanks her like a naughty schoolgirl. She spanks her hard too - you should watch her in action at some point and learn. Makes Miss Cynthia cry and yelp, doesn’t she Miss Cynthia?"

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" replied Cynthia, grimacing. Yvonne closed the drawers and hurried out of the room. "There!" said Alice cheerfully "she’s gone".

"Oh good. Ow! Now I only Ow! have to share my Ow! bare bottom Ow! spanking with Ow! only two people Ow! instead of three. Ow! Ow!"

"I’m only doing my job Miss" apologized Nancy. "I’m only-"

"Oh, Ow! just shut up Ow! and spank. Ow! If it isn’t Ow! you, it will be Ow! someone else. Ow! Just get the Ow! damn spanking Ow! over with. Ow! My mother Ow! has probably Ow! already set up Ow! another spanking Ow! for me. Ow! Ow!".

"You are doing so well, Nancy!" interrupted Alice. "I can tell that you are a natural born spanker!". Cynthia pushed her face into the covers for a second to eliminate a salt tear that had worked its way out of her moistening eyes and down her cheek. "Is it hard enough yet?" Nancy wanted to know.

"Well, not hard enough to suit her mother yet, dear, but you are getting there. Watch me spank for a little bit". Cynthia gripped the covers tightly in readiness and screwed up her face. Alice sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her hand into the air and began to spank with loud, heavy slaps on Cynthia’s naked buttocks. Cynthia’s mouth opened wide as the smacks landed one after another, another tear squeezing from her eyes. Her legs bent at the knees and her ankles locked themselves together in the air, her body flinching in pain with every blow. "Ahh-Haa-Haa-Haa-Haaaa!" she yowled through gritted teeth as her bottom took fire. Alice stopped spanking her poor buttocks and Cynthia pushed her face into the covers again, breathing hard and sniffling. "There must be tears, you see Nancy. Her mother always says - Cynthia hasn’t been spanked if there aren’t tears".

"I got *a* tear" Nancy pointed out.

"And that’s very good, dear, but that really isn’t enough"

"Oh dear - I shan’t ever be able to spank hard enough"

"Oh pish! You have come so far - don’t give up now. Look at the red you have already put in her peaches? Just give it all you’ve got. Lift up your hand and put your whole arm into it. Just tell yourself that you *can* spank super-hard and you *will* spank super hard, and then just let fly with all you’ve got and really, really *spank*!". Nancy exhaled hard a few times. She flexed her right arm and made some fists. Then she opened her palm, adopted a look of grim determination, and began to spank Cynthia’s bare red bottom with all of her might. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" cried the girl in pain, clutching at the covers tightly as the fiery slaps impacted across her hind-cheeks.

"That’s it Nancy!" praised Alice in delight. "Now you are punishing botty! That’s just the ticket for Miss Cynthia’s Thursday night spanking! Beat that bottom! Make her make some noise!".

"Well thAHnk you AHlice!" added Cynthia bitterly as the pain grew with every second. She gripped the covers with white knuckles and her feet drummed against the mattress. "Look at how you are making her feet kick the bed!" Alice told Nancy. "That means that Miss Cynthia is feeling her spanking! She isn’t going to like Thursday nights at all!". Nancy blushed with pride as she slapped the girl’s hot buttocks.

"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" contributed Cynthia, angry tears starting to drip from her blue eyes and down her white cheeks. "Tears, Nancy! Tears! You are making Miss Cynthia cry from spanking!" announced Alice happily. Cynthia sobbed and kicked the bed in pain and rage as her backside was paddled hard. She knew that she would be sleeping on her stomach on Thursday nights. "Don’t flag now!" urged Alice. "You are just starting to spank! Miss Cynthia gets a long, hard punishment. She doesn’t get to pull up her panties until her little botty is nice and toasty-warm". Obediently, Nancy kept spanking hard. It made her arm and hand hurt to spank for so long, but she was a dutiful girl and wanted to be loyal and obedient to her employer. Cynthia’s cries of pain spurred her on - she knew that she was doing a good job and it made her proud. She promised herself that she would never let Cynthia pull up her panties until her spanking had been properly and thoroughly administered.

Cynthia’s bottom was very red by the time that the spanking was over. The bedcovers were awry, she had lost a shoe, and tears stained the blanket. She lay on her stomach, sobbing with rage, her backside burning, while Nancy massaged her aching arm. "There!" smiled Alice with pride and satisfaction. "I *told* you that you could do it, Nancy. That’s a nicely spanked little bottom. Just give Miss Cynthia a warming like that once a week and you will fit in just fine". Nancy clasped her hands together and smiled, looking at her scarlet handiwork. "Yes, Nancy, that is quite good" announced a new voice. All heads turned.

"*Mummy*!" gasped Cynthia in fear.

"Hello Cynthia, darling. Have you had a painful spanking?". The tall blonde woman stood in the doorway, beautiful and swathed form head to toe in white. "Yes mummy!" Cynthia promised her urgently. "I have been *very* well punished. Isn’t that right, Alice?".

"Yes, indeed ma’am. Nancy did a fine job. A fine job, ma’am".

"So she did. But then again, no-one can spank a girl’s bottom quite like her own dear mummy. I think that Nancy should see just how loud Cynthia really can cry, don’t you agree, Cynthia?". Cynthia gasped and sobbed "please mummy! Please don’t spank me mummy! I’ve just *been* spanked! I’m so very, very sore!". Her mother smiled, like the Mona Lisa.

"Attend closely, Nancy" she instructed. "I’m going to show you what a *real* bottom-slapping is all about". Cynthia’s mother drifted over to the bed and sat down elegantly, as the girl shook her head from side to side, eyes wide with fear, pleading "please mummy! Please mummy!".

"Hush Cynthia" came the soft reply. "Mummy is going to punish you now". The spanks on Cynthia’s bare bottom were very loud, but not as loud as her open-mouthed howls of pain. Nancy’s own mouth gaped open for a second before she remembered herself and closed it. Her new employer could certainly spank. Cynthia’s whole body shook as she bawled. Her hands, clenched into fists, pummeled the mattress, just as her feet kicked it hard at the other end. Her tears coursed freely from her blue eyes, her yells filling the room and the corridor beyond as her mother’s palm landed mercilessly, again and again, across the soft rounded flesh of her bare buttocks.

Downstairs, Yvonne looked up, surprised by the faint roars of pain emanating from above. She shook her head and returned to polishing the silverware. "Must be her mother" she told herself.