Bread Board Spanking
In Krampus, Sir by Kessily Lewel, our girl Nia has been sent to drudge in the kitchens to humble her a little bit. The cook has full authority to keep her in line:
It was just after lunch that she lost her temper entirely. She was sitting at the table chopping vegetables with one of the maids, Lily, when the cook called her over to scrub some pots.
“Can’t you see I’m busy here? Do it yourself,” she snapped without looking up. Lily’s gasp warned her, and she looked up to see the cook rolling up his sleeves as he approached. His face looked grim and his eyes were narrowed furiously.
“John, get me a bread board. That should make a good paddle for this brat,” he called out.
His assistant hurried over carrying a thick one with a handle, and it did look exactly like a paddle. A very heavy paddle.
Her eyes widened and she shoved the bench back as she tried to make a run for the door, but she didn’t even get a step before the cook had snagged her by the ear and yanked her back with a pained yelp.
He shoved her face down over the table; spilled vegetable chunks were right beneath her face as he kicked her legs apart. “Ten should keep you good and sore for the rest of the day. If not, you’ll have another ten to tuck you into bed tonight.”
“No, no! I’m sorry, I was just kidding,” she lied.
“Yea? Well, just consider this a joke too then.” He swept the paddle down hard and the impact knocked all the air out of her. Her butt cheeks were flattened under the power and her eyes bulged as she was shoved forward against the side of the table.
It was the second swat that knocked a loud wailing cry out of her because it had taken her that long to catch her breath.
The birching had strung with fierce little bites. The kitchen spoon had stung too, but it had also had a thuddy kind of pain that sank in deep. But this … this was something totally different. The bread board was wide enough to cover her entire ass at once, so each smack was hitting all the same places, every time.
She could feel the deep ache starting already and if he’d been serious about delivering ten than she wasn’t sure she was going to make it. The room echoed with the sharp report of wood hitting flesh and aside from that there was utter silence in the kitchen as the rest of the workers watched.
After the fifth hard whack her skin started to feel a little numb and it was almost a relief, but that’s when things changed. The paddle clunked down on the table next to her and the cook used one meaty hand to briskly rub her fiery skin.
It wasn’t gentle, or a merciful act to relieve the pain. This was deliberately waking up all those nerve endings that had been stunned. The rubbing was so vigorous it had her sore cheeks bouncing all over and her body started to react in embarrassing ways.
She was afraid everyone would notice because her legs were still spread wide, but almost as soon as it started happening, he decided that it had been effective enough to continue. Up went the paddle, and then it whooshed through the air and landed a fresh attack across her aching rump.
There was no point in being stoic. There was no point in being over dramatic either. What she gave them was a true representation of what she was feeling, which happened to involve a lot of pleading and several attempts to push herself back off the table. None of it did any good.
He said he would give her ten and that’s what she got. “That’s ten. Keep your sass to yourself, missy. Or you’ll get another ten ‘fore bed.” The ten vicious wooden spanks he’d already given her had left her bottom raw for the rest of the day, so she was on her best behavior.
When she snuck a look in the bathroom hours later, she wasn’t surprised to see her butt was practically glowing and a deep maroon color had spread out to suffuse her entire seat. When she probed the skin carefully it ached, and she could feel the deep pulse at the center of each cheek reminding her to be good.
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