Spanked by the young master

We joined a new gym recently, and I found myself in a weirdly disconcerting position of having my induction from a young man who didn’t look old enough to have left school yet. He was being awfully polite, but the process of induction demanded that he told me what to do, and to be ordered around by such a young guy was decidedly odd.

I was transported in my fantasies to a country house where I am a housemaid. The mistress of the house has a younger brother, who spends most of his time away at school. This summer, though, he is resting at home before going up to Cambridge for his first term.

I have been with the family for a long time, so I remember this boy when he was first sent away to school, so small and vulnerable. Now, though, he’s definitely a young man, and he is also my senior in the household hierarchy.

One day I find him in the kitchen spanking one of the scullery maids, who is bent over the counter with her bottom bared. Such sights are not unusual; indeed, I have often been spanked myself by my master and mistress. Normally I wouldn’t dare interfere, but the girl is crying so pitifully, and I still remember this young man as a little boy, so I intervene, asking him to stop.

“I’m sure she’s sorry, Master Freddy,” I say soothingly.

“Don’t be impertinent,” he answers coldly. “I know how to discipline servants. Would you like to experience this for yourself?”

“Of course not, sir. But look at her, she’s crying.”

“As well she should. I caught her with her hand in the sugar bowl. As for you, you clearly need a lesson in manners as well; when I’m finished with this wretch, I’ll attend to you. Wait over there.”

And thus, to my utter mortification, I end up being spanked on my bare bottom by a boy ten years my junior.

I fully intend for this to remain a fantasy, mind you!