Kayla and Marissa were both thirty-four and previously had been best friends. Now, Kayla was Marissa’s cleaner, and Marissa was very much the one in charge, with Kayla being totally obedient to Marissa. In fact, they both loved their respective positions, even Kayla who relished doing the cleaning.
Today, Kayla was so excited as she walked up the pathway to Marissa’s house, as she had been asked to go shopping with Marissa, which was so different to just being her cleaner. Kayla knew she would have to carry everything and do whatever she was told by Marissa, but that was still a step up for Kayla, and a little more like when they were best friends. Mind you, that was a distant memory now, for Kayla.
Kayla wasn’t the slimmest of women, although fleshy rather than too overweight. Kayla had fleshy thighs, and a fleshy bottom, whereas Marissa was very fit and well-toned, given the times she went to the gym every week.
Kayla fully accepted that Marissa was in charge of her, had the fullest of respect for her, and now only ever saw herself as Marissa’s cleaner and general skivvy. The friendship ended when Marissa was in a well-paid job, needed a cleaner, and, as Kayla had always thought about taking on work as a cleaner, she became Marissa’s cleaner.
Kayla’s cleaning skills left a lot to be desired. Given that Marissa was an alpha female and Kayla was definitely a submissive, one time, when Kayla’s cleaning fell below standard, Marissa spanked Kayla, and, since then, spanking became a regular occurrence. It was seen as part of Kayla’s payment for carrying out the cleaning duties. Mind you, Kayla liked to be spanked, and so never objected, even as the spankings got harder and harder.
This was now their fully established relationship, and, actually one that Kayla was happy with it. So, to be asked to go shopping with Marissa made her very happy. Even so, she decided to wear her normal clothing of a tight sleeveless vest top and a very short skirt, even though it was on the cool side. Marissa expected her to dress like that as corporal punishment was an almost universal result after three or four hours of cleaning duties, and the short skirt meant Marissa had Kayla’s slightly overweight thighs as a target. Those thighs were regularly turned red even before the spanking.
Kayla also wore full makeup whenever going to Marissa, as she loved the tears to stain her face after being spanked.
Kayla rang the doorbell and heard Marissa walking towards the door. As it opened, Kayla smiled and, in her normal respectful tone, said, “Hullo, Miss.” Just then, two neighbours walked past the end of the pathway, and Kayla heard them giggling and saying, ‘Those legs are going to be bright red pretty soon.’
Kayla blushed, as she knew the neighbours were aware that Marissa spanked her, as her red legs were regularly on show as she left the house after most times Kayla cleaned for Marissa. As Kayla walked into the house, she saw Marissa smile wickedly as she waved her inside, clearly having heard the comments from her neighbours.
“Go through to the living room, girl,” Marissa ordered, in her usual dominant tone.
Kayla walked into the living room, saw Vicky, a friend of Marissa’s, and supposed that Vicky was going to be coming shopping as well. Kayla would have preferred if it was just Marissa, but couldn’t object, given Marissa’s position as her boss lady.
Kayla then saw what looked like a school uniform on a hanger, of a short-sleeved shirt and skirt, some white knickers, and ankle socks, on the table. She turned and looked inquisitively at her boss lady.
Marissa saw the questioning look and ignored it as she ordered, “Get out of your clothes.”
There was no explanation given, but Kayla knew to obey. After all, she didn’t want Marissa to change her mind about taking her shopping, so she unzipped her short skirt and slipped it downwards, catching her knickers with her thumbs, stepping out of them, and putting them on the table. She then crossed her arms in front of herself and pulled the vest top up and over her head. She looked at the table, saw a training bra, and so, putting her hands behind her back, unclipped her own bra, let the straps slip down her arms, caught it, and put it on the table with the rest of her clothes.
Kayla stood naked, although was used to being undressed in front of Marissa before a spanking, and waited for the instruction to get dressed. As she waited, she glanced at the blue and white check shirt, which reminded her of her old school shirt. It was clearly a larger size, though, as she was larger than her school days, and not just her bust.
“Get dressed, girl,” Marissa ordered.
Kayla obediently slipped on the training bra with the non-moulded padded non-wired full cups, stepped into the uncomplimentary knickers, and then stepped into the skirt, which was shorter than her old school skirt, but did leave bare most of her thighs. She then put on the shirt, slipping her arms into the short sleeves. She did up the white buttons at the front, and then picked up the socks and, balancing on one foot at a time, stepped into them. She then slipped the belt on, which was a thick white one, like the one she had when at school.
Blushing, Kayla stepped into the black patent buckled shoes with a shooting star pattern across the toes, and saw that inside the shoes, there was squishy memory foam. She hadn’t worn shoes like that for nearly thirty-years.
Marissa kept a stern look on her face as she watched Kayla get out of her slinky clothes and into the school clothes, but inwardly enjoyed watching Kayla become a schoolgirl again. Once she was dressed, Marissa said, “When we are out, you will be our daughter. You will not make eye contact with anyone. If you are asked a question, or want to say anything, you will whisper into my ear, and I will repeat what you have said out loud. If anyone hears your voice, I will give your legs or bottom a hard smack, and more smacks if repeated, as well as a spanking when we get back here. Understood, girl?” she demanded.
Kayla licked and bit her lip, although liked the idea of Marissa treating her like a daughter, and supposed that, although she had an older face than a schoolgirl, anyone who asked would be told she was younger than she looked. She knew it would be totally embarrassing to have to whisper everything to Marissa, but, once again, readily accepted that Marissa was her boss lady who had to be obeyed at all times, and she knew she would obey her, or at least try to, but, no doubt, would earn several smacks during the shopping trip.
Marissa looked Kayla up and down, and nodded her head with approval. She looked at Vicky, who was smiling.
Marissa ignored Kayla and said, “You have spanking rights as well when we are out shopping, Vicky. We will be lovers, and we have adopted the girl.”
“Good plan,” Vicky agreed.
Kayla remained silent, wasn’t so happy having two mums when shopping, and was even more sure that she would get more smacks than she wanted. Still, it seemed they were now set to go shopping together.
Marissa drove them, with Kayla in the back seat.
Once the car was parked, Marissa held out her hand, which Kayla obediently held, as they walked from the car to the department store, and all the time Kayla was looking at the ground making sure that she didn’t catch anyone’s eye.
Once inside, they went to the teenage girls’ section first. Marissa had decided to make sure that Kayla obeyed her instruction not to say anything. They went to the section selling underwear. Kayla stood next to a sales lady and picked up a pair of blue full-fitting cotton knickers with elasticated waist and leg bands. “Are these what you need for school?” Marissa asked Kayla.
Kayla remembered her instructions, leaned towards Marissa, and whispered, “Yes, please, mum.”
Marissa looked at the sales lady and said, “She said she would like them, please.”
The sales lady gave Kayla a strange look, but decided not to say anything, except, “The pay desk is over there, madam,” pointing to the desk against the far wall.
“Thank you,” Marissa said with a maternal smile, and, taking Kayla by the hand, led her towards the pay desk.
Once at the pay desk, Marissa continued to speak to Kayla as though she were her daughter, making the point of saying, “Stop moaning and act your age, Kayla, as you are eighteen.”
Of course, Kayla knew that this was supposed to be role-play with her acting rather younger than that, but, bearing in mind that she was actually thirty-four, and Marissa was very much her boss lady, Kayla just did it she was told. Anyway, she still enjoyed the put-downs by Marissa, as she always did, and knew that Marissa loved showing others how she was in control. So, telling Kayla off in front of the cashier, was a natural thing for Marissa to do.
After paying, Marissa and Vicky went to the ladies’ section, tried on various outfits, bought some, put the ones they chose to buy in a trolley, and left Kayla to follow them around, pushing the trolley, but not saying anything to anybody.
There was one lady who came up to Kayla and asked if she knew where the underwear section was. Kayla panicked, looked towards Marissa, who saw what was happening, and, luckily, for Kayla, Marissa came over and pointed the lady in the right direction.
Once the lady had moved on, Marissa made the point of saying to Kayla, “I know that was a close call, but don’t forget, just one word to anybody, and you will end up with a seriously hard spanking.”
What was humiliating for Kayla was that Marissa said that loudly enough so that quite a few shoppers standing close by heard what was said. Kayla relished humiliation, though, and knew Marissa loved humiliating her.
Having seen the questioning looks on the faces of the shoppers, and adding to Kayla’s humiliation, Marissa said to the onlookers, “I really don’t think that eighteen is too old to be spanked. Do you?”
Most of the shoppers were too embarrassed to answer, but one did reply, “I agree.”
Whilst Kayla knew that Marissa enjoyed humiliating her, before today, it was always in her house and in front of Marissa’s own friends. This was a more intense and public humiliation, but, even so, Kayla realised that she was enjoying it. In fact, she felt her vulva quivering, and was pretty sure that her knickers were getting damp.
Kayla certainly expected to be spanked when they got back to Marissa’s house, it was just that she didn’t particularly want to be smacked in front of the shoppers. That was why she fully intended to stay obediently quiet, not saying anything to anyone, and, if she needed to say something, she would only whisper it into Marissa’s ear.
That nearly worked, except when they went back to the pay desk and Kayla was taking the clothes out of the trolley, she dropped one item, and couldn’t stop herself, when bending down to pick it up, saying, “Sorry.”
Before Kayla could say anything else, Vicky was the one who was closest, and immediately smacked Kayla’s leg really hard. To add to Kayla’s humiliation, Vicky said really loudly, “That’s what happens to naughty girls, even when you are eighteen.”
Marissa knew that she wanted to increase Kayla’s humiliation here at the department store rather than back at home, because, when she got home, she knew that she and Vicky would give each other huge orgasms over what they were going to do to Kayla. Marissa knew that Kayla was aware that she was not part of any sex play with her any more, other than being disciplined when her cleaning wasn’t to standard. Well, Marissa knew that she could spank Kayla here and had planned for that to happen.
Kayla hadn’t realised that the floor manager was actually a friend of Marissa’s. The moment the manager had come over, talking in a loud voice but not suggesting for a second that they were friends, she asked. “Is everything under control, madam?”
Marissa kept a stern look on her face as she replied, “Unfortunately, my daughter is being very naughty. I would appreciate it if we could go to an office or storeroom, because this young lady needs to have her bottom spanked.”
Kayla was really blushing now, but knew that she couldn’t say anything. In fact, she didn’t want to say anything, because she was excited as well, more so as she saw the looks of horror and surprise on other shoppers’ faces and on the face of the cashier. She quickly diverted her eyes to the floor, though, so she wasn’t tempted to say anything to anyone.
The manager said to Marissa, “No problem there, madam. Follow me.”
Marissa glared at Kayla and instructed, “Follow me. You have got one very naughty bottom that needs a seriously hard spanking.”
Kayla knew that she couldn’t reply, because that would lead to an even harder spanking. So, still looking at the floor, she followed, knowing that Vicky was just behind her, as the floor manager led them to an office, and, once inside, said, “Let me know when you’re finished, madam. Take as long as you need.” The manager glared at Kayla and added, “I do understand that naughty girls need to be spanked.”
The floor manager left the office, closing the door behind herself, and leaving Marissa, Vicky, and Kayla in the room. By now, all three of them were aroused, with wet knickers, but, equally, all three wanted this to happen, knowing that Kayla would have to walk back through the department store, with her very short skirt, and lots of people would see her seriously red thighs. She would also make a point of dropping something on the floor and bending down to pick it up, raising the hem of her short skirt and so showing off her bottom, and everyone would see her spanked bottom cheeks as well. She was used to doing that when leaving Marissa’s house after a spanking, so her boss lady’s neighbours would see her spanked bottom cheeks.
Marissa went and sat on the visitor’s chair, after turning it around, opened her handbag and took out the wooden-backed hairbrush regularly used on Kayla’s very naughty fleshy bottom, and instructed, “Get your skirt up above your waist, take your knickers off, and get across my lap.”
Kayla did exactly as she was told, as she always did when Marissa, and not just when she was about to spank her. Moments later, she had lowered her knickers to the floor, stepped out of them, scooped them up, and put them on the desk. She then raised the hem of her skirt up above her waist and bent across Marissa’s lap. She loved the feeling of submission, seeing Marissa’s bare upside-down legs and painted toenails, and, as quite often happened now, another pair of women’s bare legs standing very close by her face, who she knew, this time, to be Vicky.
Marissa rubbed Kayla’s bottom a few times, knowing Kayla loved the feel of that, and the growing anticipation, before raising her hand and bringing her palm down on Kayla’s far bottom cheek, loving how it flattened, and then bounced back just as the near bottom cheek was spanked. Then, Marissa kept on spanking Kayla, on alternate bottom cheeks, loving each spank, knowing that Kayla would start to struggle more and more as the stinging pain intensified.
Kayla knew that Marissa wouldn’t hold back at all. After all, with her submissive desires and the love of suffering pain, Kayla wanted the spanking to be far harder than anything she could cope with. She wanted to cry buckets, and have a really stinging bottom as well as stinging backs of legs, as she was forced to walk back to the car afterwards. As she walked, she would know that those who were walking behind her would definitely see her red legs, and then, her red bottom cheeks as she bent over to pick something up. Kayla knew that her knickers would be soaking wet by the time she got home, after all the humiliation.
Marissa kept on spanking Kayla’s bottom, changing tack after several minutes to spanking the same bottom cheek several times in a row followed by the other bottom cheek several times in a row, and then for several more minutes, the same spot on the same bottom cheek several times in a row, and then the same spot on the other bottom cheek several times in a row.
Kayla was normally crying by the time this happened. She knew that she didn’t have a particularly high pain threshold, but that made things better for her, and so she was pleased that was the case. Marissa knew that was also the case, and, even so, kept on spanking Kayla really hard. Once she had finished spanking her bottom, as always, she spanked the backs of Kayla’s legs, turning them the same bright red that she turned both bottom cheeks, knowing the redness would show straight away, given the short hem that Kayla had on her skirt.
All the time, Marissa was glancing up at Vicky, and both knew the other was getting more and more aroused by the spanking.
Once happy with the spanking with her hand, Marissa then picked up the hairbrush from the desk behind her, turned back, and proceeded to spank Kayla even harder than she had with her hand. She loved how Kayla’s fleshy bottom cheeks flattened even more with the hairbrush than they did with her hand, but, of course, that was quite normal. It also didn’t matter that Kayla was crying uncontrollably. After all, Marissa knew that Kayla deliberately wore makeup when coming to clean for her, because she loved that the makeup would be stained right down her face because of her tears, which added to Kayla’s humiliation.
Marissa normally gave Kayla at least two hundred spanks with the hairbrush, sometimes three hundred, and occasionally even more.
As Marissa was spanking Kayla, Vicky never felt the desire to spank her herself. She never thought she could spank hard enough anyway. She got turned on, though, by watching the spanking, seeing Kayla struggle, seeing the power that Marissa had over Kayla, and knowing she and Marissa were going to give each other seriously huge orgasms when they got home, obviously without Kayla.
As soon as the spanking was over, Marissa didn’t wait for Kayla to recover, but ordered, “Right, girl, get up and put these knickers on and your skirt back on. Make sure you do not talk to anyone. I want your skirt yanked up to the top of your thighs, and, don’t forget to bend over from time to time so that anyone behind you will see your spanked bottom cheeks.”
As she said it, Marissa gave Kayla the thong knickers that Kayla always had to put on after a spanking. That way, her bottom cheeks had no covering for when she bent over.
Kayla loved it when she stepped into those thong knickers, her bottom seriously stinging, as well as her legs. She knew that her face was covered in stained makeup, and so that anyone who saw her would know that she would have been spanked.
Once dressed, Marissa took Kayla by the hand and led her out of the office, followed by Vicky, and the floor manager wasn’t far away. As the floor manager and Marissa smiled at each other, Marissa Kayla and Vicky kept on walking, Marissa leading Kayla out through the department store, with people looking because Kayla was still sobbing because of the spanking.
Vicky took over pushing the trolley, getting aroused as her knickers were already wet, and she was looking forward to getting back to Marissa’s and the lovemaking that would happen.
As Marissa and Kayla walked together, Kayla still sobbing and wiping the tears still dribbling down her makeup-stained face, it was normal for people to look but not ask what happened. After all, whilst before the spanking, Marissa would go on about Kayla being eighteen, but now she didn’t. What normally happened was that, whilst people were surprised. Several people watching tended to smile, maybe wishing it was them who would give this naughty girl the spanking, or maybe others who were wishing they were the ones who had been spanked.
As Marissa and Kayla walked, hand in hand, still as a mother and daughter, Kayla did bend down as she made out that she had dropped something on the floor, every couple of minutes, and loved the fact the people around her had seen her seriously thrashed bottom cheeks. It turned her on so much, even as she still sobbed.
Once outside, it was a short walk to the car, and then just a short drive home. Marissa drove the car back to her house. Once there, Kayla helped unpack the car and get everything into the house.
Marissa then told Kayla to leave, knowing that Kayla would have to make her own way back to her home. It was actually only a ten-minute walk, but, as Kayla walked, she was getting more and more aroused as she got closer to her home, knowing that she was going to finger herself to huge orgasms.
As she walked home, Kayla was thinking about Marissa and Vicky giving each other huge orgasms, but that was still Marissa’s right, as her boss lady. What was important to Kayla, was that Marissa kept her on as a cleaner and skivvy, and, as well as paying her just the minimum wage, she also gave Kayla a seriously hard spanking every single time. It worked for both of them, every single time as well.
