and was now going back to the kitchen to get more.
Ethel’s bath was a lot of work for her.
Heating water, taking it off the stove and replace it with fresh water, bringing the hot water to Ethel’s room,
and by the time she poured the water in the tub it was already cooling down.
Annie would be constantly walking back and forth to keep Ethel’s bathing water at a comfortable temperature.
She entered Ethel’s room with a fresh bucket of hot water when she saw the marks.
“Oh“, she cried out loud and almost dropped the bucket.
Ethel just stepped in the bathtub, and her back was facing Annie.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she turned her head,
not even thinking about the marks on her body.
She had seen them in the mirror,
but it never occurred to her that Annie could see them as well.
Annie’s eyes were spread, and her mouth wide open as she stared at Ethel’s damaged behind.
Red streaks were running horizontally over Lady Ethel’s bum.
There were a dozen big and deep ones scattered over the left and right cheek.
Clearly they were made with the same “object”
Lady Ethel’s buttocks looked like a patchwork of streaks.
Besides the big ones, each cheek had at least ten smaller ones.
Lady Ethel had them even crawling up to her back.
What was going on?
Ethel blushed when she realized why Annie was shocked, and quickly sat down in the hot water.
“What happened to you?” Annie asked.
She was Ethel’s maid and nanny for 18 years now,
and had become Ethel’s surrogate mom, but also one of her closest friends.
“Oh nothing,” Ethel mumbled with a deep feeling of being caught.
Annie shook slowly her head, it was obvious that something was going on.
“Somebody has been slapping you.” Annie stated.
The Taylor's were good to their servants.
They were not like other families who were treating you bad and abusive,
and would punish you severely for small little things.
The Taylor's treated you more like family.
No, Annie was blessed.
She was 36 years young, married with a good man, a mother of two,
and lucky enough that the Taylor's hired her 18 years ago to take care of Ethel.
Subconsciously Annie knew the answer.
Miss Lydia would never slap her daughter and as far as she knew, Miss Ethel wasn't involved with anyone.
No, this must have happened at school… A teacher must have done this to poor Miss Ethel.
“You can tell me,” Annie whispered when Ethel didn't answer.
“Maybe I can help you?”
Ethel now turned around.
She knew Annie her whole life, and Annie had proven to be a good servant.
“See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil” was her virtue,
and that had saved Ethel many times when she was younger.
“It’s alright Annie, don’t worry about it.” Ethel smiled.
Annie shook her head again.
“It’s not alright; no man should do this to a woman.
It’s wrong to hit somebody this bad.”
Annie knew better, but she had to fulfill the “mother” role right now.
Ethel’s smile grew bigger.
“But what if the woman wants to be spanked?” she asked, knowing that she could trust Annie.
Annie’s jaw dropped again.
“You want this?”
“I think so…
Is that strange?”
She had been thinking about this a lot, but never found a fulfilling answer.
Why did she love getting spanked?
She had no idea, all she knew was that she couldn't wait to feel that whip coming down on her behind.
Annie sight and kneeled down next to the tub.
“I don’t know,” she whispered and stroked Ethel’s hair
“What do you feel when he spanks you?”
Ethel looked at Annie and wondered if she could tell her everything.
She was struggling with this for weeks now and could really use some good advice.
“It feels… it feels like… heaven.”
Annie nodded slowly and waited patiently for the rest.
“My whole body seems too lit up.” Ethel smiled as she closed her eyes.
“I feel alive… I feel power… I feel in control… I feel like a real woman.”
“Do you… get aroused?” Annie hesitated a bit, but she had to ask.
Ethel nodded fast.
“Oh yes, extremely aroused.”
Annie had heard enough.
It was clear to her that Miss Ethel was getting horny from getting spanked.
Did she already have intercourse with this man?
Ethel shook disappointingly her head.
“I want too,” she whispered, “and I’m sure that he wants it also.
I just need to find a way to meet him out of school, and even then…”
“What my dear?” Annie asked.
“It feels like that he is withholding himself.
Almost as he is afraid of me… afraid of my last name.”
"Of course he is.
Your mother is a very powerful woman.
He might be more afraid of her then of you.”
Annie stood up and excused herself.
A few minutes later she came back with a bucket of hot water and a small jar.
She poured the water in the tub and then asked Ethel to kneel and bend forward.
Ethel frowned, but did as she was being asked.
Annie opened the jar, scooped out some of the ointment and gently rubbed it on Ethel’s scars.
“My own recipe,” she smiled as she massaged the ointment on Ethel’s buttocks,
“it will heal the scars faster.”
Ethel moaned, closed her eyes and enjoyed Annie’s hands rubbing her behind,
soothed by the feeling of her vagina which had begun to wet itself.
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