The Grateful Butler
by doormat
The mid-forties owner of the TV station rode comfortably in the back seat of her Lincoln Town Car, enjoying the ride through the park toward her palatial estate. She’d left the station to return home shortly before noon, leaving the station manager in charge.
When Kurt, her chauffeur, had driven up to the black iron gate, the distinguished lady pointed a remote toward the barrier and the two halves began to separate. In a minute the path was clear and he drove slowly around the narrow road that lead to the front door.
When the blonde haired man of twenty-one stopped to let out his precious cargo, she spoke.
“Park the car in the garage Kurt, then report to me at once in my study!”
The spindling young man looked at her while holding the car door open so she could step out. “Yes ma’am, right away.”
***
Ten minutes later, Kurt, who was the butler as well as the chauffeur, stood outside of his employer’s study. The six-foot two well -dressed man wondered why she had summoned him here, for this was one of the rooms he was forbidden from entering unless it was to dust or vacuum. He knew better than to enter unannounced so he knocked twice on the maple wood door.
“Come in!” was her terse response.
As he entered he noticed the dark haired woman sitting at her desk, writing bills. So he remained silent and waited. And he waited. She deliberately kept him waiting, for what seemed like ten minutes. His legs began to ache, but he dared not protest.
Finally, she spoke with her back still to him.
“I’ve been displeased with you lately Kurt!” she said as she continued to write.
“I’m really sorry ma’am,” he responded as he lifted his legs one at a time to relieve some strain in his knees.
“You were late with my breakfast this morning Kurt! It should be on the table at 6:45!”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied softly as he stared at her slender back that was covered with a silk dressing gown.
“That’s the third time that’s happened in the last two weeks! I’ve overlooked that transgression long enough and it must stop!”
“Yes ma’am.”
“The breakfast should be on the table by 6:45, not 6:46! Today you were five minutes late! That is utterly unacceptable!”
“I’m truly sorry ma’am.”
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be! I don’t make these rules arbitrarily! I need to be at the station by 7:30!”
“Yes ma’am, I understand”
“Good, I’m glad you do. By the time I finish writing these bills, you better be buck naked!”
“Naked ma’am?”
“Either that, or you’re fired! Take your choice. I’ll have another butler in here tomorrow!”
When the stunned manservant stalled, she admonished him sternly. “Be completely unclothed by the time I turn around, or you’re dismissed immediately!”
His fingers flew to the buttons on his white shirt, he undid his tie and pulled the shirt tail out of his black trousers. Shirt and undershirt off, he undid his pants and slid them down, followed by his briefs. Shoes and socks came off as well.Clothes lay piled on the floor as he stood there embarrassed, hoping she wouldn’t turn around. Yet, he did feel some gratification knowing he’d still be employed when she did.
The dreaded moment came when she swivelled around in her leather chair. With smoky eyes, she looked at the red-faced butler.
“My breakfast isn’t the only thing you’ve screwed up lately!” she berated him. “I found dust on the piano yesterday evening! She sneered as she looked him up and down. “Imagine if I were to have guests over! I would’ve been mortified!”
Kurt remained silent and gazed downward, temporarily forgetting about his nudity.
“And you ran a stop sign on the way back from the office this morning!”
“I–I,” he stammered.
“Silence!” Her eyes glared daggers at him.
Then rising to her feet she approached his naked form as he stood there. He was a head taller than she but there was no doubt who was in charge here.
“You do realize you will be punished for your lapses, don’t you?”
What could he say? He could accept it, or start looking for other employment. He merely kept his eyes down and answered resolutely, “Yes ma’am.”
Then she stopped in front of him and looked down. “The ladies from the catering company tell me you’re quite a stud Kurt.”
Not knowing how to answer he remained silent. For his trouble he felt her hand touch the head of his manhood. “Nice piece of meat you have here, young man. I can see why the ladies brag about you.”His manhood acted like it had a mind of it’s own as it grew instantly while she fondled him.”Your little man seems to like this.”
Then she withdrew her hand and ordered him to move toward the center of the study. She went to a side wall and pressed a button. Instantly, Kurt heard a noise above his head. A board in the ceiling moved away which allowed a chain to be lowered. Nancy kept pressing the button until the chains were right above Kurt’s head.
“Arms up!” she snapped as she strolled over. When he obeyed, she encircled both of his wrists with rope and attached a loop onto a metal clasp that was in turn attached to a link in the chains. That done, she returned to the side wall and this time pushed the “up” button. His arms were lifted up slowly. His body was being stretched to where only his toes touched the floor.
He felt totally helpless and vulnerable while she returned to face him. “Now, young man, you will pay dearly for your thoughtless behavior!”
“Yes…Ma’am,” he muttered as he dangled there.
Cooly she ambled over to her desk and opened the middle drawer, from which she extracted an eighteen inch wooden ruler. He gulped when he saw it. Once again she stood in front of his suspended hairy-chested body and smacked the sturdy piece of wood into the palm of her hand.
He gulped again and waited. Once again, she deliberately made him wait, making him almost beg for her to start.
A few minutes later, she moved to his rear and touched the firm stick to his white bottom. He jerked his body in a fruitless effort to evade the impending inevitability. When he felt the wood leave his body, he tried to steel his cheeks. She held the ruler firmly and brought her arm back. Then in rapid order she thwapped him right across his bare buttocks. His body stiffened and he slung his head backward, and he gasped loudly. Another thwap produced the same result. Two red splotches appeared where the wood had landed. She moved the piece an inch and repeated the process. Another red splotch. She kept it up, not sparing any inch of his now searing backside. In addition to him jerking his body after each swat, he was now emitting moans of agony. On and on she spanked him until he was yelping after each cut and begging for mercy. His butt was on fire.
Then she walked in front of him and looked down. “My, my…what’s happened to him?” she snarled sarcastically as she reached for his now flaccid manhood. “I don’t think any of the ladies from the caterers would think much of this shriveled up thing,” she said as she held it up by her thumb and forefinger.
“What woman would want this shrimp dick?” she sneered.
Then she began to manipulate it slowly, letting it grow again. “Come on stud, get it back up!”
Instantly, he was once again standing at attention. “That’s better,” she cooed softly. “Maybe I’ll sample this myself later, if you’re a good boy,” she said as she patted it gently.
Then she released him and returned to his rear. His spanking continued and once again he pulled on the chains each time the dreadful implement landed. He was in agony.Tears actually appeared in his eyes as he beseeched her forgiveness as the assault on his posterior remained steady and constant.
Then once again she returned to his front and looked down. “You are a pathetic excuse for a man, besides being a lousy butler!”
Her verbal assault stung as much as his rear end did but all he could do was hang there and take it. Then she reached down once again and held his limp manhood. “Looks like your boy here doesn’t like you getting spanked. Come on, get it back up!” she mouthed softly as she ran her fingers tantalizingly down the shaft. When he felt her massage his testicles, his manhood grew stiff once again.
Then she smiled at him through slitted eyelids. “Maybe I should’ve invited the ladies over here to watch their studmeister get his chastisement,” she said with a hardy guffaw.
His face reddened and she saw fear in his eyes. “Please! No more!” he begged when he saw her return to his rear.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter wimp? Can’t take a spanking from a woman?”
He was in a dilemma. His bottom was burning like hell, but he also didn’t like his manhood challenged. He turned his head in an effort to see her. “Okay,” he stammered.
“Okay what? Can you take more?”
“Yes.” he whispered.
When the hard ruler landed once again on his already crimson bottom, his reaction was far more animated than before. The chains rattled as his mouth opened and let out a loud bellow. Kurt would never forget this, for sure. A few more swats produced the loudest protests.
Then mercifully she released his wrists and he sunk immediately to his knees. Then he heard her voice once again. “Kurt!”
She was once again seated in her leather chair. Her dressing gown was pulled up to her hips and her thighs were spread, showing him her neatly manicured pussy. As he gaped at her, she spoke again.
“From now on Kurt, this will be your daily chore as well!”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said softly as he eagerly walked across the carpeted floor on his knees, grateful that he was still employed.
