A public punishment

As we walked back from dinner in a hotel recently, there was a maid in full uniform on her knees cleaning the skirting board next to the lifts with a small brush.

The paintwork didn’t look especially dirty or dusty, and I concluded that such a menial and public task must be some form of punishment. But had she been spanked before – or would her thrashing come after? Or both?

Or, indeed, was she an employee at all? Or was it part of an elaborate roleplay set-up? Now that’s got me thinking: a girl dressed in a believable uniform made to do embarrassing things in full sight of the general public. With a sore bottom, of course, and a sorer one to come.

Funny how my mind works. Take one skirting-board-cleaning diversion recently. Add in a work assignment reading a document about a casino in South Africa. Be transported back to Vegas…

The mobster who controls a hotel walks through the casino. He leans on the corner of one of the card tables, as he talks to a passing client. And when he walks on, he notices that his pristine white glove is covered with a faint layer of dust.

“Find the girl is supposed to have cleaned this area,” he’d ask. “And tie her up ready for me in the basement.”

They’d know exactly how he meant: naked, hands high above head, her knickers in her mouth to muffle her cries. And a whip on the table to the side…

She’d try to run when the security staff came after her, not sure what she had done wrong – but not wanting to wait to find out. They’d mention that to the boss before he dealt with her. He woudn’t be impressed. Perhaps as a result he’d leave her to them once she’d received her flogging, to use as they felt fit? She really was a pretty thing, especially so tear-stained and vulnerable. And the boys did need their little rewards from time to time.

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