Home Economics Continued


She got ready for his return, getting a couple of items she needed and preparing the guest room. He held out through the next day, and the next, but he showed up on her doorstep the third day and rang the bell.

She answered the door, “Well Dave, how nice to see you. What can I do for you?”

“I’d like another spanking, Miss Jordan.” He looked down at the porch.

“OK. If you want that spanking, and I know you do, in exchange I’ll want you to clean my house exactly as I say. Deal?”

“Last time I only had to do the dishes,” he protested.

She looked serious. “Last time was an introductory offer, now we both know how much you love it, so the price is, what the price is. Clean my house exactly like I say and get one of my spankings. Take it or leave it.” She folded her arms over her chest and smirked.

He avoided eye contact, “OK, I’ll take it.”

“Good. The clothes I want you to wear for the cleaning and spanking are on the bed in the guest room. Go back there, get dressed, and meet me in the living room. And, Dave, I’m not really into negotiations, so from now on when you come for your spankings just do as I say, or leave, deal?”

He fidgeted and said, “Deal.”

She smiled and stood aside as he walked down to the guest bedroom. On the bed were shorts, some pink panties, a puffed sleeve blouse, a ruffled apron, and a clip-on bow. On the floor were pink sandals. He was horrified and hesitated and thought about everything and almost left, but the memory of that spanking on Monday came to him, and he still had an erection, so he stripped down and put the clothes on. The blouse didn’t quite fit, it was a little loose in the chest, the shorts were tight and you could see the unmistakable outline of panties. The shoes were an exact fit. He didn’t know where the bow was supposed to go so he took it in his hand into the living room.

Once again, he avoided Miss Jordan’s eyes. “I don’t know where this is supposed to go.”

“In your hair, silly. Let’s go in the bathroom and put it in.” She followed him to the bathroom and, looking at him in the mirror, gave him instructions as he fixed the bow in his hair, just like she liked it.

“Come on, now, Dave, let’s get started, the sooner started, the sooner finished and the sooner you get that spanking you want.” She turned around and went back to the living room, with him following.

She started him in the living room, picking up and dusting, which were no-brainers. She showed him how to use all the attachments on her vacuum cleaner, which wasn’t. After the living room, they went to the bathroom, which, since he had done it on Monday, was still pretty clean, and he knew how to do everything. After the bathroom, lunch, and he had a chance to ask the question. “Miss Jordan, why do I have to wear these clothes?”

“That’s a fair question, Dave. You want a spanking, what is a fair exchange? We’ve already established a price for your labor, which is $2 over minimum wage. If you worked all day, you wouldn’t earn enough for one of my normal spankings. That is, earning a wage appropriate for a boy doing work around my house. But as a maid, Dave, as a provider of maid services, then we approach an even exchange, as the value of your labor increases. Do you understand? Of course, that’s the logical answer. To summarize, I think you’d make a very cute maid, maids are girls, hence girl’s clothes. Is that clear?” She smiled.

He was aware his mouth was open. He shut it. “I see Miss Jordan.”

While he was thinking about this, and eating, she chatted away. “I think you’d look cute cleaning in high heels, and they would help lift that ass in the air for your spanking. Nail polish and makeup would be appropriate too, don’t you think? I mean if one is going to have maid service, the maid ought to be as cute as possible, don’t you think? And earrings, we’ve got a lot to do. You’ll probably want to start coming earlier so you can get ready for the day, unless you want to do your hair, nails and makeup at home?”

He looked horrified, “No, no Miss Jordan, I have roommates.”

She continued with a thousand other things to which he simply answered, “Yes, ma’am, you’re right,” in a sexual fog. His erection was starting to hurt he had had it so long and he was mainly looking forward to release more than the almost hypnotic recitation of things she thought was a ‘fair exchange’.

After lunch, he cleaned the kitchen, and finally, washed the clothes, which was as complicated as the vacuum cleaner. Her reminder as he was loading the washer rang in his ears and embarrassed him. How did she know that’s what he was thinking, “No sniffing my used panties, now, just put them in the washer.”

She’d grinned more that day than any day he’d known her. The spanking was almost anti-climatic when it finally came, except his orgasm was not. It was absolutely earth shattering, and caused him to bend over more and present his rear to the next stroke in the hopes of another discharge, which did come, better than the first. She seemed to ignore it though, and kept paddling until his butt was on fire and he was exhausted.

“Now, you see, that’s a full spanking, not just some little introductory offer. Nice, huh?” She grinned and rubbed his bare butt with the paddle.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now you’d better get dressed and get home, it’s 7. You’ll think of me every time you sit down for a couple of days so you’re probably going to want to lie down. Unless, of course, you just want to wear those clothes home?” She arched her eyebrows and grinned at his embarrassment.

“No, ma’am.”

“OK.” She sounded hurt. “I was thinking that a maid ought to have regular days. I think Monday and Thursday is right for us, what do you think?”

“That sounds good, ma’am.”

“OK. Now, do you want to come over Sunday to watch the football game?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Be here four hours before the game on Sunday. Plan to spend the night Sunday so you can get an early start Monday. Now you’d better get going and get dressed, we’ve had a real big day, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled and he went back to the guest room and got dressed and tried to remember exactly what all he had agreed to when in his sexual trance. The only thing he could really remember was he was going to be her maid on Mondays and Thursdays from now on and he was coming to watch the game on Sunday.