The story so far

Yes, it's still untitled, but I have a couple ideas now. This time, since I have made little edits, andto preserve continuity, I will just post all of what I have so far. I hope you enjoy!
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Jose stood on the step shivering, his formerly nice silk shirt plastered to his chest and back and his tie hanging like a piece of wet paper bag. The next bus would have been cutting it too close, so he had stood at the end of the long, private drive for more than 20 minutes before walking up to the house so that he could ring the bell at precisely 7:30. His best friend had gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for him, including calling in a favor from a coworker, and he didn't want to screw it up. Eric had cautioned him that she expected perfect punctuality from her visitors. He checked his watch and cursed himself again for not bringing a jacket… or at least an umbrella. He still hadn't gotten used to the ever-rapidly changing Northwest weather and now he was hardly presentable. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. At least he could be on time. 7:26; almost time. He pulled out his comb for perhaps the 10th time since getting off the bus and tried to put his unruly curls back into some semblance of order. One last time, he checked the plastic bag in his shirt pocket to make sure it was still sealed, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
The resulting chorus of chimes sounding deep within the house belied the modest, almost austere appearance of the house's stone exterior. A moment later, one of the immense double doors was opened a crack by a plump, middle aged woman in a maid's uniform.
"May I help you?", she inquired with a sharp British accent.
"I.. Umm.. I'm here to see Lady M. I have an appointment" Damnit! He felt like a fool for stammering. She was only the hired help for God's sake!
"Why are you here?", demanded the maid.
"I told you; I have an appointment with Lady M.", he retorted, a little irritated. Why didn't she just show him in? Couldn't she see he was wet and cold!?
"You are here to serve the lady, yes?"
"Yes. May…"
"And you received instructions, did you not?"
"Yes. Now may I please..."
"And does this look like a service entrance, hmmm?"
"Look!", Jose barked, jamming a clenched fist into his pocket and trying to control his annoyance, "I've been standing out in the rain for 20 minutes. I'm cold, I'm wet and I didn't come here to be cross examined by a cleaning woman!"
The woman's face turned stony and her lips closed in a thin line.
"One moment sir. I'll check with the Lady." She said tersely and closed the door almost silently.
"Thank you!" 'Now that's more like it', he thought with some satisfaction. He didn't even mind so much that he was still standing outside.
Within a minute, the door opened again, wider this time.
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting sir. Please, do come in."
"That's Much better. Maybe I won't have to speak to your employer after all." He smiled to himself, wondering if the maid was subject to "discipline". He almost laughed aloud imagining Madam Proper Maid turned over the Boss' knee being paddled for her rudeness. That would teach her how to treat a guest!
"She has already been informed sir, and I assure you that the Mistress will deal with it."
Ahh. So she WAS going to get a whipping! "I'd like to see that", he said jokingly.
"Yes sir. Lady M Has already informed me that you will be a part of the discipline."
"Excellent!" He wondered if it would be before, after or while the "Mistress" "Made" him fuck her. He was so looking forward to this! His cock was already starting to swell in his trousers as he walked through the door into a massive, marbled entryway.


"Wow! Nice digs!" he exclaimed, taking in the high, domed ceiling, huge chandelier and the candles lining the stone walls on either side of the foyer.
"Yes, it is very lovely, isn't it? This way please." She pointed to a stone bench just at the edge of the entry area. "Shoes off. Put them under the bench."
"What!?" he asked incredulously?
"Shoes…off", she repeated slowly, as though she might be speaking to a child. Street shoes aren’t permitted on the carpets."
"Oh, right", he shrugged. "Okay, whatever." He kicked off his loafers and nudged them under the bench.
Miss perfect maid gave him a look and neatened his shoes and the pair that one of his had pushed sideways before straightening up and leading him past a staircase going up and to a bolted door at the end of a narrow hallway. She paused to select an old fashioned key from a large ring in one of her apron pockets, unlocked the bolt, then gestured him forward. There was a small landing and then a steep flight of stairs leading down to the basement.
"The 'dungeon' huh? Where no one will hear me scream?" He laughed.
She didn't answer him, but waited until he started down the steps and then followed, keys clinking softly. "Right turn", she directed as he reached the bottom. "3rd door on your right; Go right in"
He turned the knob and found himself in a spacious, though sparsely furnished room. The carpet was almost as plush as the upstairs carpeting had been, but was white instead of purple. There was a deep burgundy Victorian love seat, matching chair and footstool with and a marble topped coffee table in the center of the room. Facing the wall to the left of the door was a roll top desk with another chair identical to the one adjacent to the loveseat, and set into the wall on the opposite side, facing the loveseat, was a huge stone and marble fireplace. The carpet stopped, giving way to blue gray flagstone in a half oval shape several feet from the fireplace on which there sat a fireplace tool set and a wood tote half full of logs.
The woman busied herself laying a fire in the fireplace and in only a few minutes, there was a small blaze. "Kindly stand here and dry off", she said, indicating a place on the stones. "Don't want you ruining the carpet".
"Sounds fine to me", he replied, glad for the warmth. Without another word, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Several minutes went by and he was warmed up and beginning to get a bit bored, so he decided to take a closer look around the room. Directly behind the loveseat, there was a large wooden chest that he hadn't been able to see from his earlier vantage point. Curious, he tried to lift the lid, only to find it locked. "Figures", he muttered to himself and continued his inspection of the room. The top was locked down on the desk as well. Frustrated, he walked back to the loveseat and sat down. From there, he discovered that the coffee table had a small drawer just below the top. He tried it and, to his surprise, it actually opened.
It didn't contain much, but it's contents did hold great promise for the evening; A large crystal cigar ashtray, a box of extra long wooden matches and a small, flat, travel sized humidor that would hold perhaps a dozen decent sized cigars. He was just about to pull the humidor out a bit so he could lift the lid and have a peek when he was startled by the sound of the door latch. He quickly closed the drawer and stood awkwardly.
"Are you finding everything to your liking?" Her voice was melodic and warm, yet with a hint of ice. She stood framed in the doorway, her long red hair matching the fire in her eyes.
"Yeah, pretty much, thanks."
She swept into the room with a casual grace, stopped about 6 inches from where he stood and looked him over appraisingly. After a moment, she gave a curt nod, stepped deftly past him and motioned him to a spot directly across from her on the other side of the coffee table as she settled onto the loveseat. She opened the slim folder she had carried in with her and pulled out a small sheaf of papers, then set them down on top of the folder on the table.
She looked down at the top of the stack for another few seconds and then returned her attention to him. "Jose", she paused. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Well, yes. I'm here to do a session with you."
"Mm hmm. And do you know what that entails?"
"Well, no… I guess not exactly", he said uncertainly.
She leafed through the papers and pulled out 2 of them, beckoning him forward.
"Read these", she said, handing them to him.
While he did so, she took the remaining papers up again and continued to study them, flipping through the pages, periodically going back to read a previous page.
She looked up when he cleared his throat.
"Okay, I understand", he said. I'll sign them.
"Just a moment. Do you fully understand that by signing these, you agree completely to my terms?"
"Yes, yes. My friend already explained this to me, so I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?"
"Basically, you're the boss. I do what you tell me. You agree not to do any actual damage to me and I can leave when I want, but if I leave before you say to I don't get to come back. Right?"
"That is correct. Also, those documents only cover this session and in no way guarantee any future sessions or contact with me."
"Okay. I can deal with that."
"We'll see." She handed him a pen from inside the folder. After he had signed both copies, she signed her name to them and handed one back to him. "That is yours to keep. Put it in your pocket." She slipped the remaining copy along with the rest of the papers back into the folder and set it to one side on the table. "Now, I am told there was a bit of a misunderstanding when you arrived."
"Yeah. I guess the maid didn't know I was supposed to be here or something."
"No, I'm quite certain she was given precise instructions, as I conveyed them myself. I don't tolerate rudeness, nor do I tolerate having my directions disregarded in my house."
"Oh of course not! I don’t usually tolerate that sort of thing either.
"So, you feel that disciplinary action is in order?"
Oh yeah. Miss fancy pants maid was gonna get it! "Well, I was willing to let it go, but you probably shouldn't. If you don't nip things like that in the bud, they'll just get worse."
"I'm afraid I must agree with you. It's really too bad. It wasn't how I anticipated starting your session off, but these things can't be helped I suppose.
"That's okay", I understand, he said sympathetically. He wondered how many brownie points he was racking up. This was going to be quite an evening!
She reached under the drawer in the table and pressed a button. Not even a second later, the other woman's voice came through a small speaker nearby.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Dooriya, please report to me now. And bring me in an iced mocha mint latte when you do."
"Yes Ma'am. Right away Ma'am", came the reply.
"Should I step out of the room for a couple minutes?" Jose asked, knowing that she had already planned on his being there.
"Oh no. Your presence is quite required. Please stay right where you are."
"You’re the boss", he grinned.
"Indeed", she said ironically.

After a few minutes, there was a quiet knock at the door. "Enter", called the Lady of the house. The maid entered, carrying the latte in a tall glass, which she set on the coffee table, and then stood quietly, waiting.
Mirsanda turned to her employee. "Dooriya, were all my instructions pertaining to this evening delivered properly?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"And were they stated quite clearly?"
"Yes Ma'am, they were"
"Were they simple enough?"
"Yes Ma'am. I believe so Ma'am"
"And were my directions followed?"
"No Ma'am"
"Why not"
"I don't know Ma'am"
"I see… Dooriya, please face my gentleman caller and explain to him how infractions such as this are dealt with for those in my charge"
"Yes Ma'am". She turned to Jose, who was having a very difficult time keeping a smirk off his face. "Sir, M'Lady has instructed me to explain what the punishment usually is for failing to follow her directions."
"I'm listening", he prompted.
"The first offense generally carries 20 strokes of the paddle as a base, with an additional 10 strokes for each individual infraction involved."
"The first infraction is general rudeness", Lady Mirsanda cut in, " Do either of you dispute that?"
"No Ma'am", replied the maid. Jose shook his head.
"Next, my instructions regarding what entrance would be used by my visitor this evening were obviously ignored. Is that correct"
"I would say so!" Jose said indignantly.
"Yes Ma'am" said the maid, lowering her eyes.
"And, lastly, there would be the display of attitude in the foyer"
"Yes Ma'am"
"What?" Jose looked confused.
"Apparently, there was some problem with the removal of shoes and their placement?"
"Oh yeah, that." He had forgotten the dirty look she had given him and how she talked down to him. Boy, she was pretty stupid. She just gave herself 10 extra licks! He wouldn't have even mentioned that part. He stifled a grin.
"So, are we in agreement there as well?", Mirsanda inquired.
"Yep. I'm afraid so", answered Jose.
"Yes Ma'am," came the reply yet again from the woman beside him. God! What a suck up! Her attitude sure was different now! Though it didn't sound like it was going to save her ass from a beating, he thought gleefully.
"That is the base plus 3 separate infractions, for a total of 50 strokes of the paddle."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Yes Ma'am!" Jose said heartily. "Sorry Dorry" , he chirped, enjoying his play on words.

"Fetch the paddle", Mirsanda ordered the maid.
"Yes Ma'am", she said as she hurried to the trunk behind the loveseat, extracting her key ring again and unlocking and lifting the massive lid smoothly. After replacing the lid again with barely a sound, despite its weight, she returned with a large, wooden paddle and presented it to the Lady.
"Thank you Doory. You may sit now", she said, indicating the chair as she accepted the paddle.
"Please remove your trousers."
Jose looked from one woman to the other in confusion for a moment, then shucked his pants quickly.
"The boxers as well"
He shrugged and complied, his now mostly hard cock jutting forward.
"Now come here"
He took a few steps around the table so that he stood directly before her and she reached up and plucked the package from his breast pocket, placing it next to her drink on the coffee table. "Wouldn't want to ruin this during any vigorous activity, now would we?" She asked.
'I guess it will be during, then', he thought excitedly.
"Now, I want you to pick your clothing up off my floor, fold it neatly and place it next to the chair." He did so. "Alright, lean over the arm of the couch closest to the chair and put your hands flat on the seat.
"What!?" He stared at her blankly.
"I want you to step over to that end of this loveseat", she pointed, "bend over the arm of said loveseat and place your hands, palms down, in front of you on the seat."
"Woah! Wait! Hold on here! What are you talking about?"
"Mr. Sanders", she said icily, "Do you wish to end this session right now?"
"What? No! You mean we're starting now?"
"Did you read the directions that you were given?"
"Well, yeah… I wouldn't have been able to get here if I hadn't"
"Then what seems to be the confusion?"
"I…"
She cut him off curtly. "Your session was under way from the moment you arrived on the premises, which you should have known if you actually thoroughly read what you claim to have read. At this point, you have two options:
You may collect your belongings and leave, thus ending today's session and any possible hope of future sessions with me; Or you may show me that you are worth even the least amount of my effort and do what I have already told you to do. Twice. Are we clear?"

He stood, stunned, trying to wrap his brain around the sudden turn of events, then nodded lamely and stumbled over to position himself as directed, his erection deflating along with his composure.
There will, of course, be an additional ten strokes for your direct disobedience just now, bringing the total to sixty strokes."
He stared at her in disbelief, alarm rising. He stood up and opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again and resumed his position when she leveled a cool stare at him.
"Perhaps you were under the impression that this punishment was meant for someone else?"
"She was totally rude to me!" He blurted out.
"On the contrary, she was polite and professional, even friendly. You, on the other hand, were most impolite, disrespectful of my house, my rules and the simplest of instructions provided to you from the very start. Tell me, how much of your instruction sheet did you truly read?"
"I read it", he replied, petulance creeping into his voice.
"I asked you how much of it you read"
"I don't know", he mumbled.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it." She eyed him inquisitively.
"I don’t know", he repeated, more clearly this time.
"I see. Where is the sheet?"
"In my pants pocket", he said.
She nodded to Dooriya, who retrieved the slacks from their place on the floor and emptied the pockets onto the coffee table. Mirsanda fished a crumpled, rain-spotted sheet of paper from the pile. "Is this it?"
"Yes", he acknowledged.
She carefully unfolded the paper and smoothed it out on the table in front of her, then picked up her latte, leaned back and drank half of it before speaking again.
"Obviously", she said, breaking the silence, "you read the portion containing instruction to arrive via bus and how to do so." She paused to take another sip of her drink. "you also apparently read enough to know what time to be here, or else that was a very lucky coincidence for you."
He hung his head.
"There is something you would like to tell me?"
"My friend warned me to be right on time or I would be sent away", he said, barely above a whisper. It had begun to dawn on him that he may have blown his chance already.
"I see. Did you, in fact, read anything past the directions to get here and what time you should arrive?"
"I skimmed through it", he admitted.
"I see", she said again. "Perhaps you would like to read it thoroughly at this time." She slid from one end of the loveseat to the end he was bent over and held the sheet of paper in front of his face. "Begin", she snapped.
He started to read to himself.
"Aloud!" she barked, and he jumped.
"You may not drive or be driven, by taxi or otherwise…", be began
"No, skip past how to get here and start with the session time"
He skipped forward and started again. "Your session will begin promptly at 7:30 in the evening, at which time you will ring the bell and wait to be summoned inside. To assist you in remembering your place for the duration of this and any further sessions, you will arrive and leave by way of the service entrance, which is located on the east side of the house near the rear..." His voice began to waver and he flushed in disgrace, realizing his error, and how he must have come off. "…You will be met at the door by a member of my staff and given further instructions at that time. Any member of my staff will be obeyed and respected as an executer of my authority in my house while you are visiting.", he read miserably. He felt like a complete idiot. He continued; "At no time will you address any of my staff, houseguests, or myself by first name. You will address all guests and members of my household as 'Sir' or 'Ma'am' and/or by surname with the appropriate title. You will address me as 'Ma'am' or 'Lady M' until you have earned the privilege to address me as 'Mistress'." He gulped. He had really screwed the pooch, it seemed!
"Continue", she commanded.
He read the last paragraph. "Failure to observe any of these guidelines, or any additional instructions you are given will be cause for corrective action or dismissal. If you have any questions pertaining to these instructions or expected conduct, you will write them legibly and deliver them to your staff escort upon arriving."
She placed the page back on the table and looked at him silently.

"Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm sorry", he said ruefully. "I…don’t know what else to say".
"That will do for the moment" She rose swiftly and moved to stand behind him. "You will count each stroke. If you don't count it, it doesn't count. If you lose count or count incorrectly, we start over. Is that understood?"
"Yes… err… I mean, yes Ma'am"
"Good. We will begin now." Jose heard a crack and felt a sudden explosion of searing pain. It took him a second to realize that the first blow had landed.
"Hey! Ow! That really hurts!!", he yelped, standing and turning to her while rubbing his rear end."
She looked at him incredulously. "Do you think this is a game?" she demanded. "Do you think this is all just some wet dream fantasy of yours where you light my cigar, play a little slap and tickle and get your dick wet!?"

"No Ma'am." Suddenly, he felt confused. Yes, that IS what he had thought! And he was ashamed, yet at the same time, when she started yelling at him, he felt somehow…. Right. He had a nearly irrepressible urge to kneel at her feet and beg her to punish him, not just for tonight, but for every time he had ever been arrogant, for every rudeness, every snide remark he had ever made.

"You are here to serve me. THAT is what you signed up for! The ONLY reason you weren't dismissed right away for your failure to follow directions is that a very close friend of mine is the one who helped set this appointment up, and he told me that your mutual friend had spoken very highly of you. That was enough to get you in the door, but that is ALL it is good for. Do you understand?"
He felt like he was at the edge of an abyss, and he knew that if he took one step forward, he would fall and be lost. But hadn't he really been lost all his life? What was there to lose? In his mind, he took that step.
"Yes Ma'am. I understand", he replied, and turned around and bent over the arm of the couch again. "Please Lady M, give me another chance! I beg of you!" He didn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth.

(...more soon!)