I arrived early to my country cottage, looking forward to a relaxing weekend. It was one of those days when you wanted to escape the office early and beat the traffic to the countryside. There was a local lady who looked after the place when I was away, keeping everything fresh, and also arranging to clean and stock up for me when I was coming down, to avoid the chore of spending the weekend shopping. She was also a keen gardener and looked after the garden.

All was quiet when I arrived, pulling into the driveway and letting myself into the house. I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of wine, and then took my case upstairs, opening the door to the master bedroom and stepping inside. The curtains were drawn, and the room was quite dark, which was a little unusual. Elena normally left the top windows open to let the fresh air in for me. So, I stepped over and drew the curtains, letting the daylight into the room.

There was a little squeal from the bed, followed by a groan - the sound of someone waking up after a drink, and that was certainly the case. There in the bed, her hair looking wild, was Elena. Not keeping the place clean and tidy but looking like she had been there for a little while. On the bedside table was an empty wine bottle, a few drops still in the glass, as she slowly stirred, looking like she was not sure where she was.

"What's the meaning of this then “I said. "I thought I was paying you to keep the place tidy rather than to drink my wine and sleep in my bed?" She groaned again - her eyes slowly opening, dazzled by the daylight coming in through the open curtains. Not only was she struggling to open her eyes, but it looked like she was struggling to think and remember what had happened. I looked around and thrown by the side of the bed were her clothes and underwear in a heap. I bent and swept them up in my arms as she pulled herself to a sitting position under the covers, and I debated what to do next.

"Oh God Andy, I must have lost track of time" I was just having a quick rest after working in the garden, and must have fallen asleep" she said, with a slight slur to her voice.

"Was my wine also in need of a rest at the same time?" Her head snapped round to look at the bottle on the side table, and then she groaned and her head fell forward into her hands. I shook my head. "I think you need some time to get your story straight. Get your brain in gear and come downstairs - and if you want your clothes back, they will be downstairs with me whilst I consider how to deal with this."

Five minutes later, she was stood in front of me in the lounge, wrapped in the duvet from the bed, a scared look in her eyes. I left a long pause before I spoke to her. " So then. I have given you a job to look after the place, and it seems you repay me by not doing the job, using my place as a doss house, and drinking my wine. It really looks like I will have to find someone else who wants to work and will actually do the work." Her eyes went wide in shock.

"But Andy - I need the job; I need the money. There is so little work around here and I couldn't pay my bills without it." Tears were welling up in her eyes. She continued to cry gently, as I got her to tell me how long this had been going on for, and she confessed that she had been defrauding me of proper work most of the time.

"I need this so much," she continued. "I'll do anything to keep this job and to make it up to you."

That was the light bulb moment for me.

"Stand up" I said loudly, the voice of command, and she did so. "First things first, that’s my duvet, and not a dressing gown. Drop it."

"But I've got nothing on under it - you've got my clothes"

"That's your problem - you can either drop it, or I'll pull it off you! Your choice, but either way you're going to be naked." She looked into my eyes and knew I meant it - and she let the duvet drop to the floor and tried to cover her embarrassment with her arms.

"No!" I shouted, "Arms down - I want to see what you look like naked I said. Do you want to lose your job, or will you follow my instructions now?" Her arms dropped to her sides - she looked over me, unable to meet my eyes. I looked at her slowly, taking in the view. And she definitely had a body worth looking at - I had never really noticed before in the baggy and old clothing she wore for cleaning and gardening.

"That's better. Let’s keep you like that - standing still, naked." I stood and walked slowly around her, close enough to hear her nervous breathing and intakes of breath, then completed my lap and sat down in my chair, leaving her standing naked facing me. Her lovely breasts at my eye level, facing me, and her trimmed bush standing out in contrast to her skin.

"Well, first things first. If you really want to keep your job, then there are going to be consequences. Like any employer, you break the rules, then you get punished. This is not the place for verbal and written warnings. We are going to have to work with real punishments. Given the nature of the wrong doings, it should be the sack in the employment world." I paused; her eyes were now looking at me. "But I am going to give you an alternative. If you want to keep your job, that is the alternative, and that is the only option"

"Please Andy - anything. I can't lose this job."

"Well, its going to take more than just today" You have been taking the piss for quite some time. But if you want to accept a physical punishment for drinking my best bottle of wine then we will deal with that now."

"What do you mean?"

"Bad girls get punished - a physical punishment - a corporal punishment. For starters - you are going to be spanked."

Her hand shot to her mouth. "You can't be serious. You can't do that...!"

"So you want me to sack you now?"

"No. Anything but lose the job"

"Well I am deadly serious - and I can do exactly that. Or do you really want me to sack you now and perhaps involve the police?" I could tell by her eyes that she was definitely not wanting to lose the job.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was trembling

"Come here, lie across my lap, like you would have done when you were a young girl."

She positioned herself awkwardly across my lap, her stomach pressed against my thighs, her breasts hanging down on one side, her bare bottom raised and vulnerable on the other. The weight of her body rested against mine. The warmth of her skin was intoxicating. The position was humiliating for her, as I intended, and I could sense something deep inside her responding to it—as she braced herself waiting for my hand to fall.

I rested my hand on her upturned bottom, feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh, slowly rubbing both buttocks. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, Andy," she whispered.

"Then we better begin." I lifted my hand. The first slap landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the cottage. The impact travelled up my arm, satisfying and solid. Elena gasped, more from surprise than pain. I watched a red handprint bloom across her right cheek, a hot spreading sensation that looked so impressive.

"Count them," I ordered.

"One," she gasped through her gritted teeth, as she breathed.

I delivered the second strike to her left cheek, harder than the first. "Two!"

I established a rhythm, alternating cheeks, my large hand covering every inch of those pert buttocks with each subsequent impact. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room—crack, crack, crack—punctuated by Elena's counting and increasingly breathless gasps. The feel of her skin under my palm, growing warmer with each strike, was deeply satisfying.

"Six.. Seven ."

I watched the redness grow, her skin progressing from pale to pink and getting redder. Her bottom felt hot under my hand now, and I knew the burning sensation must be building for her. I kept my strikes measured, controlled, each one delivered with the force she deserved.

"Ten... eleven... twelve..."

Her fingers gripped the chair leg for support as I intensified the punishment. I could feel her body tensing and relaxing across my lap with each impact, could sense the tears forming even though I couldn't see her face from this angle. But beneath her discomfort, I sensed something else—she was accepting my authority in a new way. Each strike seemed to drive out her anxiety and shame, replacing it with pure, immediate sensation.

"Fifteen... sixteen..."

I paused, resting my palm on her heated flesh. The warmth radiating from her punished bottom was intense, the skin tender under my touch. I traced the curve of her cheek with my fingers, assessing the damage, feeling the heat, watching as her legs slowly drifted apart to help her recover.

"You're taking this well," I said. "But we're not done. Not nearly done. We need to make this particularly memorable"

I helped her stand, watching her unsteady on her feet, and walked to the cabinet near the fireplace. I opened it and took out a wooden paddle that had lain unused in there for some time. Smooth, polished, substantial in my grip, she looked at it in surprise, and I saw her eyes widen.

"Back over my knee," I commanded, settling into the chair again.

She obeyed, her already-tender bottom clenching in anticipation. I touched the paddle's smooth surface to her heated skin, feeling her shiver beneath it.

"Twenty more," I announced. "And these will hurt more than my hand. But you deserve this, don't you, Elena? You need to feel the consequences of your actions."

"Yes, Andy," she whispered, and I could hear that she finally understood and meant it.

I brought the paddle down with force. The crack was impressive, the impact reverberating through the wood into my hand. The sensation was completely different from using my palm for her —more powerful, more definitive. Elena cried out, her body jerking across my lap.

"Oh my god......One!"

I delivered the second strike before she'd fully processed the first. The paddle covered both cheeks at once, and I watched the deepening redness spread across her bottom. She gasped and squirmed against me.

"Two!"

I was determined to handle the paddle with precision, each strike landing exactly where I intended. The weight of it in my hand, the solid thwack of wood against flesh, the way her body responded to each impact—it was intoxicating. Her pain was more intense now, more demanding of her attention. A tear fell on the floor as she counted, her voice breaking.

"Five... six... seven..."

Her bottom was crimson now, hot and throbbing under my attention. I rubbed it gently to sooth and reassure her, enjoying the touch. She gripped the chair leg harder, her knuckles white, her body jerking with each impact. I could feel every shudder, every gasp, transmitted through her body into my lap.

"Ten... eleven..."

"That's it," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Take your punishment. Accept it."

I continued the paddle's work, each strike a sharp reminder of her failures and her submission to my authority. Elena sobbed openly now, but she didn't try to escape, didn't beg me to stop. I was more impressed with what she could take.

"Fifteen... sixteen... seventeen..."

I delivered the final three strikes with firm authority, spaced out, letting the anticipation grow, making sure she felt every ounce of my control. Elena's whole body shook as she counted them through her tears.

"Twenty!"

I set the paddle on the side table and returned my hand to her punished bottom, rubbing gently now, soothing the burning flesh. Elena lay across my lap, spent and tearful, her body limp with release.

"Good girl," I murmured, continuing the gentle ministrations. "You took the first part of your punishment well."

I helped her stand, steadying her when her legs wobbled. Her bottom was deeply flushed, and I knew the ache would last for days—a constant reminder of this afternoon, of her failures, and of the discipline she'd accepted.

"Thank you, Andy," she whispered.

I nodded, allowing my expression to soften slightly. "I expect better from you, Elena. We will continue tomorrow."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

And with that, I hugged her naked body to me and told her to dress, but to be back first thing in the morning for the next stage.