Two Maids, a Cook, a Butler, and Some Very Sore Bottoms (For Konmnire)
 

I hate standing in the corner, Tillie thought with a pout. Her eyes were in front of her, as ordered, and her hands were on her head, as ordered. Her skirts were tucked up, so her bloomers were in view, and the laces had been undone, so her bare bottom could be seen by anyone who happened to come in.

Of course, nobody else was going to come in except for the manor's butler, who had banished her into the room after she'd accidentally knocked over some shoe polish and stained the very edge of a carpet. Of the year and a half she'd worked there, it was the first time it had happened, and she almost cried, but he'd ordered her to his study (since the Master had given him a study) for punishment.

Which, of course, all the servants knew meant a spanking, or worse.


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The Cook was not in one of her better moods this afternoon. The stable-boy kept trying to sneak bits of meat to one of the ponies (and she had to keep threatening to take a spoon to his backside), and several of the ingredients she needed to cook the Master's and Mistress' suppers were unavailable.

Today was not a good day for her, and the girls in the kitchen seemed to realize that, since they were doing their best to stay out of her way.

The butler of which Tillie would be referring to was a very strict man named Edmund Ackerman. Rather, Mister Ackerman for short. He was a very stern disciplinarian, and some could describe him as cold when delivering a punishment. He was as hard as steel, and didn't let his own emotions effect him.

He had currently sent Tillie to his study to await him as he had another maid clean the shoe polish as best as she could. After making her wait a little bit, he walked and entered his study, pleased with her position.

"Tillie," he regarded her, walking over to sit down at his desk. He opened his desk drawer and drew out a small, hand-sized wooden oak paddle. "Since this is your first major offense, you will only be receiving a bare spanking with my paddle. When you are ready to accept, please march your naughty bottom over here and bend over my lap for your punishment." He wasted no time when it came to punishments, and he often liked to make the spankee feel young by adding adjectives like, 'naughty', or 'bad.'

--

One of the younger girls, named Ellie Nettles, was trying her best to keep up with the other girls. It had been one of her first days working here, and she found it very difficult. She tried her best, however, until she had an accident.

One of the meaner girls in the kitchen had deliberately stuck her foot out when Ellie rushed by, effectively sending the girl -- and the expensive plate and dish -- slamming onto the ground. She could have cared less about herself, she gasped in pain but quickly tried to scramble to her knees, horrified that the food had been wasted!

Tillie blushed heavily at the childish phrasings he was using to describe her punishments. It was humiliating, and she most certainly did not want to get a spanking from him right now.

"I...." she started, then bit her lip. Anything she said could, and would, be used against her. And she most certainly did not want to loose her job, even if it was lowly. She needed it.

"I don't want to receive a spanking, sir," she said as politely as she could. "So I think I should just stay here..."

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The Cook, seeing how poor Ellie appeared to have dropped the dishes, sighed and shuffled over.

"Dellie, clean this up!" she said, gesturing for one of the nicer kitchen girls to handle the mess, then looked to Ellie. She turned the girl's hand over in her own, making sure there were no marks, before she nodded.

"Alrighty, you. I want you to head out o' the kitchen, then to the last room on the left hallway." It was a storage room, and one of the kitchen girls gasped. The Cook only had girls go there to retrieve something, or to get a spanking.

Mr. Ackleman narrowed his eyes at the girl, and released a sigh. He rested himself back in his large, wooden chair.

"Then you shall stay there. You will not move from that corner unless you are coming for your punishment... This means you may not go get food, or use the bathroom," he added.

--

Ellie's bottom lip quivered. She knew very much that girls were sent there to get things or to be punished... And she could only assume the worst.

She quickly nodded at The Cook and jumped up, brushing herself off and holding back tears, scurrying off quickly to the storage room.

But wouldn't that mean if, someone subjected themselves to his punishment, and they needed to go to the bathroom, then they might accidentally 'make' all over his desk? Tillie wanted to ask him that question, but Mr. Ackleman probably would not take well to such a question.

~~

The Cook sighed, and she continued to go back to work, ordering about the remainder of the girls, before finally putting Dellie temporarily in charge ten minutes later, so she could go to the storage room and take care of Ellie.

"Alright, Ellie," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Wha' happened?"

He sat there, watching her intently. He was simply waiting for her to cave in. No one had ever waited longer than an hour before... He didn't think she could wait longer than that, either.

--

Ellie looked up fearfully at The Cook, shaking a little bit but not daring to tear her eyes away from the fearful woman.

"Um... One o' the 'elpers... Jillian, ma'am, she tripped me," she said in a quiet voice.

Unfortunately for Mr. Ackleson, Tillie was more than willing to wait this out. She figured, if she waited long enough, then he would just let her go with a stern warning. Or perhaps she might fall asleep in the corner. That would certainly be an interesting predicament.

She still felt a bit embarrassed, though, that the butler could see her bottom. She had a nice adorable bottom, something which she liked, but she knew it would be embarrassing for him to see.

~~

She sighed. Jillian was well known for being the jealous sort, and she was pretty sure she might have done something like this.

Still, the plates had been broken.

"I'll be righ' back," she muttered, before going back towards the kitchen area.

Mr. Ackleman simply waited, however. If it truly did go on for too long, he very much intended to change to a different implement and spank her harder than he had already intended...

--

Ellie nodded quickly, puffing a little sigh when she left. She thought she was off the hook since it had been Jillian's fault.

However, as an hour passed, Tillie sighed, and she said,

"Mr. Ackleman, sir? Must... must you spank me?"

~~

Unfortunately, this was not the case. The Cook returned with a very stern frown on her face.

"Jillian informed me that, indeed, she did trip you... because you were quite rude to her this morning, before I came down to help with lunch."

Which wasn't... exactly a lie. Jillian had been even ruder than Ellie had been!

"Indeed," he replied. "It may seem harsh, but very deserved." He was still waiting. If it had gone on for another thirty minutes, he would get out the bigger paddle and turn her over his large desk.

--

Ellie shivered a little bit as The Cook spoke to her.

"Erm... Yes ma'am... I called 'er a nasty name 'cause she said she was gonna 'it me. When you came in though, she didn't do anythin' 'cause she'd get in trouble..." She squeaked in her little voice.