The Countess and the Caretaker - part seventeen


The Caretaker had spent a long day decorating Apartment 9. It
seemed as if hours had passed, but when he checked his watch,
it was at most, ten minutes later than the last time he had
looked.

He could not keep his mind on his work at all, constantly
drifting off into the realms of fantasy, getting erections,
remembering his punishment to come and trying again to
concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.

When six o'clock came, he could hardly believe it, and packed up
quickly, so that he would have time for a bite to eat and a
shower before his appointment.

When he got back to his apartment, he found the bane of his
life, the maid from Apartment 5 waiting for him on the doorstep.

She always seemed to bring bad news and he began to wonder what
could have happened now. Just for once, however, it was a simple
request. Her employers were leaving on a cruise, and she would
be grateful if he would keep an eye on the place and generally
make sure everything stayed in working order for their return.

He willingly agreed and once inside his little bolt hole,
decided he only had time for a quick sandwich, if he wanted to
allow himself time for a shower. He sniffed himself and knew
without doubt that he needed one badly, and there was no way he
was going to present himself to the Countess smelling like that,
it would be more than his life was worth.

At five minutes to seven he was putting the final touches to his
hair, ie. flattening the three hairs that always stood upright
on the crown of his head, and taking a deep breath to combat his
nervousness.

When he had composed himself, he walked out of his door and
headed once again up the stairs to her apartment. He could hear
her clock chime seven, as he rang the doorbell. 

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls" he thought, as he was shown
through to where she was waiting for him.

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The first thing he noticed, was how stunningly she was dressed,
especially noting that she was wearing the bracelet, the
collection of which had caused him such discomfort and
humiliation.

Then he noticed Pearl Necklace, also looking stunning, and he
was completely confused. As usual the Countess took the
initiative, and before he knew where he was, she had his jacket
off and was systematically relieving him of all his other
clothes.

He started to mutter something of an apology for his behaviour
of the previous night, but the Countess was not interested.
Having searched all his pockets, she was only interested in the
whereabouts of her two pairs of knickers.

He had this terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach,
as he knelt in front of her and confessed that he had forgotten
all about them.

She was not at all pleased and slapped him on the cheek, taking
him quite by surprise with the stinging blow. He lowered himself
even further, until his nose pressed against the carpet, and he
begged and begged for her forgiveness.

He heard the word 'imbecile' through his pleadings, and the
cruel laughter of Pearl, who was obviously enjoying his
discomfort greatly.

He felt his hands being cuffed behind his back and the lead
being attached to his collar, and then he was being pulled so
that he had to follow on his knees.

When they stopped, he caught a quick glimpse of the room he was
in, before he was attached to the padded table and little
shivers began to run down his spine. Each foot was strapped
separately, so that his legs were apart, then the cuffs were
removed and each wrist was strapped separately, above his head.

The table was in the angled position so that he was bent over,
and presented a perfect target for punishment. The Countess then
turned her attention to finding out if he had managed to
restrain himself on the previous evening, and he reluctantly
admitted he had not.

When she heard this confession, she made it clear to him that
although she appreciated his honesty, it was patently obvious
that he deserved every stroke he was about to receive. She then
went to her rack of implements, picked up a paddle, and warmed
his buttocks up with several light smacks.

The tawse was next, and she hit a little harder this time,
taking her time between strokes, for, as she pointed out to
Pearl, it was more effective to wait until the sensation of each
stroke was felt to the full, before laying on another.

The Caretaker was also fully appreciative of this fact, being on
the receiving end, but as each stroke faded, the afterglow was
quite a surprisingly pleasant experience for him. He was
beginning to think that being punished was actually quite easy
to bear and wondered why he had been so nervous, when he
received the first stroke with the cat o' nine tails.

He yelped with the shock of the pain, as the Countess
triumphantly strode around the table, so that he could see how
much she was enjoying herself.

She swished the cat, and positioned herself for another stroke,
which had the same effect on him, except that when the pain
cleared, he started apologising for disobeying her instructions.

She placed ten more strokes on his flaming buttocks, as always,
taking her time for the full effect, by which stage he was
begging to be forgiven.