The next couple of days found Sara running into Michael more then pure coincidence. When she was bent over, cleaning, she would look up and there was Michael, watching her. When she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, he came in, sat down at the kitchen table and ate a sandwich, all the while watching as she scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees, her ass pushed up. A few times he suddenly came around corners in the house, bumping into her, his hands flying up in defense to fall upon her breasts, lingering perhaps just a little too long. In the kitchen cupboards, he had to squeeze past her, her back to him, the front of his pants slowly rubbing against her ass. She could feel his hard cock.
Then it happened. She was in the kitchen, putting away the wine glasses when all of a sudden she slipped and almost fell on the floor. When she tried to grab the counter to keep from falling, she dropped the glass. The sound of glass breaking on the hard kitchen floor could be heard throughout the house. She waited, listening, did anyone hear it. John had mentioned punishment for making mistakes. This was only a glass and her first. It was just her imagination, it was an accident.
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“What happened in here?” Michael demanded, his voice loud, ringing out in the room.
“Sorry, Master Michael, I tripped and almost fell. When I tried to keep from falling, I dropped the glass by accident and it broke. I will clean it up now,” her voice trembling, hoping that would be the end of it.
“That glass was part of a set that was my Mother’s favorite set. Since she died, I made sure I drank a glass of wine from it every day. That was the last glass in the set and they cannot be replaced. I am very disappointed in you, Sara. I gave you a good job, took care of you and this is how you repay me. Your nonchalant attitude is intolerable. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Master Michael. It will never happen again. You have been an excellent employer and I appreciate this job,” hoping to placate him.
“That is unacceptable. I don’t feel that you’re truly sorry. I want you to report to my study at 7:30 tonight, after all of the help leaves. I will think of a suitable punishment for you. Are you ready to accept your punishment? Otherwise you may pack your meager belongs and leave this very instant?”
Sara was afraid of what would happen, but she knew she must submit to whatever he would come up with. She really loved the job. While Michael did have some traits that bothered her, she had never been around rich people before and did not understand them. She did not have much of a choice. There were not many alternatives for an eighteen-year-old orphan, it was already winter, snow on the ground. “Yes, Master Michael, I will accept a punishment that you find suitable. Thank you, Sir.” She immediately went about cleaning up the mess, not wanting to look at Michael’s face. You can do this, she thought. So what, even if it is a spanking like John talked about. How bad could it be? Anything would be better then the streets.
Sara continued to work throughout the day, her mind always drifting back to what would happen tonight. She thought of him giving her a spanking, his hand slapping hard on her ass. Would she be able to stay still? How much would it hurt? Dinner went slowly, Sara barely eating anything, nervous about tonight.
“Is everything OK, Sara?”
John’s voice woke her up out of the trance she was in. “I guess, I think it might be in trouble with Michael. I broke the last of his mother’s favorite wine glasses today and he was really mad. He is going to punish me tonight. You don’t think he will spank me, like you said, do you?”
John tried to look surprised. Michael had already called him into his study. He wanted John to build a special padded bench for his study. He was a little puzzled about its use, but now he knew. Michael wanted a spanking bench. A special padded bench that would highlight Sara’s ass, raising it up higher then the rest of her body. He also had some other special requirements that would allow complete access to her ass and position her body in a very degrading position, opening up all kinds of options for its use. He wanted it by the weekend. Yes, tonight she might be receiving a spanking, but it would only be the first. Michael would make sure that she made many more mistakes by the time the weekend came. He planned to use his new spanking bench this weekend.
“I like you a lot Sara and you have been doing a good job around here. Yeah, you screwed up today. I told you about rich folks. They get a little strange, Michael’s friends are even worse then him. I guess this is your big decision. You have to think about your future. You have no place to go, the orphanage will not take you back. It’s winter outside, no job, no future. Your only option is to find a pimp on the street and become a whore. You’re only eighteen and you could probably survive doing that a few years, but you will be worn out by twenty-one. Is that the kind of life you want? “
John was right. She did not have many options. “I know, it’s just so humiliating. I never told you, but I am a virgin. I lived at an all girls orphanage, so we did not have any chances to date, not that anyone would want to date an orphan. Michael just looks at me very strange some times. Leering glances. And lately he has been rubbing and bumping up against me.” Sara looked at John, looking for an answer.
Michael sure picked himself a winner this time. A virgin. Wish I could pop her cherries, he thought. Damn rich guys. Always getting the virgins. It wouldn’t be long before he is fucking her. She is going to be taking his cock in every hole she has. And then his friends are going to have her. They were even worse, more perverted. He saw some of their parties. Even the whores he brought in were humiliated at what they were forced to perform. Well, once he fucks her, I’ll have a chance at her. A little blackmail always goes a long way with the help. She’ll do anything to stay out of trouble with Michael, anything. “Listen, Sara, I’m not going to tell you again. Do what he says and don’t make him cross. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow.” John left, his cock hard. Lucky bastard. It will really make his cock hard when he makes the spanking bench, knowing how it will be used. He said so many ideas of improvements. Yes, Michael would like it very much. Maybe he will even let me use it on Sara.
Sara went up to her room to freshen up. She checked herself in the mirrors, blouse and skirt, high heels, dark stocking. She did look good. Maybe Michael would go easy on her. She went down to the study, going in, Michael sitting on one of the large overstuffed chairs, his feet on the large, padded ottoman in front of the chair. He put down the newspaper when he saw her enter. He already had his robe on, a bad sign. “I’m here to accept my punishment, Sir. I know what I did wrong was bad and I will do accept whatever punishment you see fit,” hoping to get him to go easy on her.
Michael looked at her sternly. “I realize that this is your first incident, but if I let it go lightly, I am afraid that this will continue to happen. I am a very stern disciplinarian and believe that corporal punishment is an excellent way to deter negative behavior. I therefore have decided that you will be spanked tonight.” Michael got up and sat down on the ottoman. “Are you willing to accept your punishment?”
This was the moment in Sara’s life when her whole life would change because of a simple yes or no. A no and she would end up in the street, facing an uncertain future. A yes and she would be secure in her position, but what would be required of her. What would she have to give up? Could she live with herself and the things that might be required of her? She knew it was not about a simple spanking. That would just be the beginning. She knew that Michael had other plans for her, many things that she would not like. It was either submit or not. A simple yes or no. “Yes, Master Michael,” sealing her future.
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