A Cleaner Conscience

[lex46]

At last, a bit of peace. My wife gone to work, the kids at school, and me working from home. What do I want to do with the rest of my day I was thinking as the doorbell rang. I rose from the leather sofa, walked into the hall and opened the heavy oak panelled door. There, in tight blue jeans and snug white t-shirt (obviously no bra) stood Julie our cleaner. I opened the door fully and stood back to let her in.
"You were supposed to be here yesterday" I remarked as she shuffled past.
"Oh!" she said, "I thought it was today"
"Sit yourself down and I'll put the kettle on" I told her and went into the kitchen returning presently with two cups of tea handing her one and then sitting myself down at the other end of the sofa.
"Now Julie, this isn't the first time you've got your days muddled up is it? Mandy (my wife) was furious. We had guests last night and she had to do all the cleaning to make the place respectable for them - a right old rush it was to be ready for them"
"Oh" she said again, "I'm really sorry, I just get so muddled up. It's hard being a single mum."
" I understand but we pay you well for the few hours you do each week and we need you to be here when we say. Mandy said we should get rid of you but"
"Oh please please no - I really need the money" she interjected.
"Well" I continued, " I persuaded her otherwise. I told her what a good job you did and how it freed up our time."
I could see the relief in her face "But there is no way she'll give you another chance. When you've finished your tea, you can do upstairs as we did down here yesterday"
"OK - and I am truly sorry, and grateful to you too"
She put her cup down, went to the cupboard to get her cleaning equipment and went upstairs whilst I picked up the morning paper, a local rag, and started to read.Then it struck me! The cane was still out, I hoped it would be hidden under the bed but thought I'd better go and check. To my horror, she was in our room cleaning the mirror. I could see the crook handle poking out from under the bed and hoped she hadn't seen it. I made some excuse about wanting something from the bedside cabinet and casually knocked the cane with my foot as i passed.
"Alex" Julie said casually " I hope that cane isn't used on your children. You know it's illegal and I'd be torn between keeping my job here and informing the authorities" There was a nervous tone in her voice as she spoke.
"Er, well......." I stumbled,"No, we don't." I didn't know what else to say,but I thought I might have to elaborate.
"Just curious" she remarked, a little more assured, probably because she realised she'd caught me off guard.
"Curious?" I asked.
"Yes. if you don't use it on your children what's it here for?" I could sense the fascination in her voice and thought about making some excuse about it being a novelty thing we got for a school themed fancy dress party but decided to take my chance.
"If you really want to know" I began and paused, but she remained silent, her blue eyes staring intently at me so I continued, "It's Mandy's. She likes to be in charge of things and I don't step out of line very often because of it."
"You mean she canes you?" she asked, plainly intrigued.
"Yes, she does" I replied slightly embarassed. "And she gave me six last night because she was so cross about the cleaning, or lack of, yesterday and I said I wouldn't get rid of you."
"Wow - sorry"
"Yes" I replied. " Perhaps I should make you sorry, and let you know what it feels like. It might help motivate you and make sure you arrive on time, every time in future"
"W.w.what do you mean?" she stammered
"I mean...........I ought to cane you. Perhaps you'll think more carefully about just turning up ad hoc. I've looked after you and protected you and paid the price."
"You are joking..............aren't you?"
I unfastened my belt and trousers and lowered them and my underpants a little and turned to show her my bum. Six sets of tramlines looking angry and starting to bruise. "Does that look like I'm joking?" I demanded rather sternly as I turned to face her again. I struggled to read her face. It wasn't shocked, or frightened but a nervous smile started to appear as I looked at her. She shuffled across the pink carpet towards me, bent and picked up the cane. She held it for a while, running her hand down the length from the crook handle before swishing it through the air once and then smacking it gently onto her hand. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?" she said softly. My God I thought, she's going to let me do it. "Yes it is. Have you been caned before?" I enquired. "No. It was banned in schools when I was there, though I'm sure I'd have had it if it wasn't. I was never organised and I used to mess about in class. I've often wondered about what it would have been like"
She was nothing if not honest, I had to give her that.
"Well Julie, you're about to find out and I'll tell you now, reality can be far removed from fantasy"
"Yes Sir" she said humbly.
"Come here Julie and pass me the cane" No hesitation, she just offered me the cane which I took. "Take the pillows and pile them on top of each other in the middle of the bed. Obediently she made a neat pile of the red jacquard covered pillows then stood and faced me.She was a little surprised as I told her to take off her jeans but did as I bade folding them neatly and placing them on the end of the bed. As she was wearing a black thong, her full apple shaped bum was as good as bare so I let her protect her modesty.
"Kneel on the bed and lean forward, resting your tummy on the pillows then bend right over them" I watched her intently as she meekly followed my instructions. "Now Julie, I hope you learn from this and understand that you can't rely on people's good nature and that you must be here when you are supposed to be."
"Yes sir" she again said meekly. I moved to the side of the bed and rested the cane towards the top of her bottom. I saw her shudder a little at the feel of the yellow rattan, before she relaxed and laid there waiting. The times I had felt the bite of the cane in our 20 years of marriage yet only a couple of times had I given it. I was holding the cane down the shaft a little. After all it was her first time, and I wasn't going to let her feel it's full effect, as somehow I felt sure there would be other opportunities in the future. I lined the cane up properly at the top of her bum cheeks, the tip resting about half way across her right cheek. I tapped it a couple of times before drawing it back, then the menacing hum as it cut through the air before landing with a resounding CRACKK exactly where I'd intended. Her buttocks jiggled delighfully as she let out a low "aaaaarrrrrrrghhh" and wriggled a bit before getting straight back into position. "Five more to come Julie" I said as I lined the cane up just below where the first cut had left it's tell tale mark which was starting to swell an angry red. SWISHHHH....CRACKKKKK it landed again with the same reaction from her so I lined it up again towards the centre of her cheeks. Once more it cut sharply through the air and CRACKKKK it landed, almost disappearing into her flesh as her cheeks momentarily seemed to squeeze around it. "AAAARRRRROWOWOW" she let it all out this time but still remained almost perfectly still. Again I rested the cane below the three previous angry welts, drew it back and brought it down for a fourth time KERACKK it struck another deep cut into her cheeks, this time she knelt up and grabbed her buttocks with her hands. "OOWWWWWWW OHHHHHHH AAARRRRRgh - please, that's enough, enough please no more"
"I said six Julie and six it will be. Now get back over those pillows" She looked at me, moist eyes then looked away and laid back over. I felt for her knowing her situation only too well but was undeterred so placed the cane under the fourth stroke, tapping it to ensure my aim before SWISSHHH it cut through the air again and met it's target causing her to yell out and buck and wriggle but somehow she managed to maintain her posture. "Last one Julie" I said calmly resting the wicked rattan at the bottom of her cheeks just where they meet the thighs.I drew it back for one final time and sweeish kerackKK! "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeOWWWWWWWWWW" I brought it down firmly watching Julie wriggle and writhe and quickly clasp her hands to her stinging buttocks. I put the cane on the bed and told her to get up. She just grabbed her jeans and ran to the bathroom so I went back downstairs. After about ten minutes she came downstairs and to look at her you'd have thought nothing had happened. She came across towards me, bent and kissed my cheek. " See you next Tuesday" and she made to leave. "Next Monday" I called after her as the door closed. Well I suppose if she came Tuesday, I'd have to do the cleaning on Monday and take it from there......