Kristina in Training

Facing the wall became a regular feature of Kristina's punishments and after that first spanking by Chiara, it gave Kristina the thinking time to remind herself how right it was that anyone in the household had the right to discipline her.

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As the weeks passed by, Kristina became her happiest ever when cleaning or ironing or running errands for either Melissa or Chiara. There were few days when Kristina wasn't spanked or caned or both, mainly by Melissa, but sometimes by Chiara, but she had to admit every punishment was deserved because of either sub-standard work or by her failure to be sufficiently subservient. It helped Kristina learn quickly though, and she learned also that her hard work, being told off and being punished all made her moisten, and she had to handwash her panties frequently.

Kristina also remembered her first caning in that house, as she stood facing the wall. Melissa had been out and friends were expected over that afternoon. Kristina was told to make sure the house was spotless by the time Melissa got back, and three hours was usually enough time for that. However, Kristina was tired out from working long hours the previous day and actually fell asleep, having sat down for "just a few moments" and accidentally drifted off. When Melissa got home and saw Kristina suddenly wake up with a start, she was furious.

Melissa said sternly, "Get on with the cleaning, Kristina. When my friends have gone I am going to punish you so hard you won't ever fall asleep on the job again."

Kristina certainly worked hard to finish the cleaning, and she knew it was the fear of and incentive of the caning which made her do it, and she was even more efficient than usual in providing the drinks and bites to eat, as well as with maintaining her subservient and respectful attitude.

Moreover, as much as Melissa could see how hard Kristina worked, Melissa also knew that it was the cane that was the incentive. "Spare the rod, spoil the maid," she thought to herself. Once the guests had all left the house, Melissa ordered, "Fetch me the cane Kristina."

Melissa positioned a dining room chair to be ready for Kristina's return. "Drop your knickers down to your ankles Kristina." she instructed, taking the rattan cane from the returning Kristina's hands, "and tuck in your dress above your waist. Then bend over the back of this chair and hold onto the seat of the chair for support." As Kristina complied with Melissa's instructions, easing her white cotton knickers down here legs, she wasn't looking forward at all to being caned, as she feared the pain, but contradictorily she knew how much good it did her, particularly when she let herself down by forgetting details or skimping parts of her tasks. Kristina appreciated that Melissa's cane was the quickest and most effective tool in Melissa's armoury to teach her neglectful maid the lessons she so needed to learn. Melissa appreciated this too!

When Kristina came back with the cane she had noticed that Chiara had joined them. Chiara was wearing a brightly-coloured top and a short swirly skirt. She had carefully chosen a seating position where she would be able to see both every grimace or yelp as the cane bit into Kristina's bottom, and where she could pretty much see the welts develop as well. It was like having a sibling watch a sister while she was being punished by her mum, except this was having a grown-up mistress punish her and a teenage mistress watching - and Kristina was no sister but a senior lawyer discovering another life of degradation, humiliation, shame and pain.

She felt so helpless, so vulnerable, so exposed. As she bent over the back of the chair, she felt her bottom becoming the highest part of her. She, the respected lawyer lady, was voluntarily submitting to harsh physical discipline from a trainer of hospitality staff, and accepting it as her lot. One day, she would be a housemaid 24/7, she thought, she would love the simplicity and release from responsibility of such a life. She wouldn't have to impress anyone, except with her cleaning skills, and her obedience. She gazed back through the legs of the dining chair and looked directly at the inside of the crotch of her knickers, slightly damp - something about this life turned here on she realised, again.

Kristina looked sideways and saw Chiara's cheeky smirk. As she glanced, Chiara deliberately opened her legs so that Kristina could not help but notice Chiara's panties again. They had been bright pink the last time, like a freshly spanked bottom, but this time Kristina saw that they were white with red stripes. Could this be a coincidence? Kristina wondered to herself. It was as if Chiara chose her underwear to suit whatever the maid's punishment was going to be - as if she was giving a message, "Your bottom will look like this soon." Kristina had no further time to reflect on the distraction. She was suddenly shocked back to the reality of her situation and gasped with surprise and pain as the cane bit into her bottom for the first time. She looked at Chiara again, and the smirk had become a broader smile. Between Chiara's thighs, the space had become wider too. It had to be on purpose! She then looked back at Melissa's legs and saw the calf muscles tense and knew the second stroke was on its way. It landed and again Kristina gasped as the cane left its stinging pain right across her bottom.

Melissa was smiling as she cracked down the third cane stroke and listened to another sudden gasp escape from Kristina. Melissa could see too that Chiara the little minx was enjoying what she was watching, although she could not from where she was perceive what Kristina was convinced was Chiara's panty display game! Melissa watched the third thin red welt develop, and smiled again as her fourth stroke produced a similar result.

Chiara giggled as she watched the fifth stroke hit home and saw Kristina's face crack up with the pain. Watching her face was even more fun than watching the welts appear. The sixth stroke made Chiara put her hand over her mouth to stifle her louder giggles as the looks of pain, shock and dismay intensified on Kristina's face.

Melissa did not let Kristina recover her composure after six strokes, her planned half-way mark, although Kristina did not know this, and quickly completed the seventh stroke and saw Kristina's knuckles whiten as she tensed her hands and moaned after her gasp. Kristina couldn't hide her first sob, and let out a louder sob when the eighth stroke cut into Kristina's flesh.

Chiara was still smiling as she saw the tears slowly track down Kristina's face as she received the ninth stroke, and nodded her head in approval as Melissa glanced at her before giving Kristina the tenth.

Kristina yelped when the eleventh stroke bit into her already madly stinging bottom, although she had lost count and when the twelfth stroke landed she shook her head from side to side, hissing in and out through clenched teeth and crying uncontrollably. She didn't know it was the last stroke and tensed her bottom for another stroke which, to her relief, didn't come. Kristina breathed out with a sigh of deep relief. Chiara closed her legs, clamping them together rather tightly, as if she was squeezing something between them and getting pleasure from the act.

Melissa savoured the twelve neat red welts spread evenly across her maid's backside before ordering, "Get up girl and make Chiara and me some good coffee, and then go over there and keep your nose pressed against the wall until one of us releases you. Leave your skirt and knickers just where they are."

Kristina meekly hobbled off towards the kitchen, knickers round ankles, striped bottom on display.

***

That was the lead up to Kristina pressing her nose against the wall as Melissa and Chiara chatted happily at the kitchen table. As Kristina stood there still sobbing she knew she deserved the caning and the humiliation. She was turned on by the way her two mistresses were ignoring her as though she didn't exist.

Despite the pain and humiliation of being caned severely, Kristina knew that she had to learn, she had to improve and that she loved her life as a domestic maid. Doing the housework and ironing and the like was lowly work she enjoyed. She could relax and lose herself in her own thoughts as she worked. She would dream about it sometimes:

"Wipe all the ornaments (be careful) and surfaces with a damp cloth. Remember the tops of all the doors AND the picture rail and the wainscoting. Tidy all the shelves and tables. Use Windowlene to wipe clean all the windows and glass, including in picture frames. Don't leave any smears. Check that the vacuum cleaner bag is not full. Vacuum the curtains, vacuum the furniture, vacuum the floor. Move the furniture so you can vacuum behind it and underneath it. Pick all the fluff off the suction end of the vacuum cleaner and throw it in the bin. Mix Flash with water in the bucket and mop the wooden floor, not too wet, not too dry. Move the furniture so you can mop behind it and underneath it. Check round the room to make sure you haven't missed anything. Tick off the room on your list. Move on to the next room. Wipe all the ..."

This was to be her new life, full of certainty, repetition and familiarity. She stood there with her hands on her head, with a stinging bottom and totally ignored by everyone. She was the nobody she loved to be.

It was when standing there Kristina resolved to help with the next step along her road to insignificance. She was a lawyer and liked everything written down and formally agreed and she realised that she could become contracted to her mistresses giving them all the rights and her none. She would commit for life even, or until they wanted to end the arrangement. The overriding rule would be that the mistress and anyone else in the house at the time were to be treated with absolute respect and the maid was to be wholly subservient at all times.

Kristina resolved to try to achieve that contractual commitment and later that evening she approached Melissa and asked, "May I speak please, Miss Melissa?"

Melissa looked up and saw the nervous look on Kristina's face and wondered what it could be. However, she felt in a good mood after enjoying her time with her friends and after the satisfaction of caning Kristina's bare bottom and so said, "Yes, girl, what is it? Be quick though."

Kristina was relieved she was given permission to speak and said, "Miss, I would like to commit to being your maid and enter into a contract with you. It would give you all the rights and me none other than the commitment to serve you and any of your friends." She held her breath waiting for the response.

Melissa had to admit to liking the idea. After all, Kristina had come on leaps and bounds in the last month since starting with her and she was going to soon lose her services when she moved out after her sabbatical from her job, so maybe this was away of keeping in touch and continuing to benefit from her already much-improved cleaning skills. So she replied, "Good idea, girl, but it needs to be done formally, so that it is completely legal and binding."

Kristina replied, "May I speak again please, Miss?"

Melissa was delighted at how respectful and subservient Kristina had become, which she, Melissa, had to take the credit for, of course, and replied. "Yes, girl?"

Kristina replied, "Thank you Miss Melissa. I will draw up a contract and submit my formal application to you, Miss M."

After a few more exchanges it was agreed that Kristina would prepare the contract and a letter of application which would be read out at a formal signing ceremony to be held in Melissa's sitting room with at least two witnesses present, each of whom would sign the contract too. Once signed, they, Melissa and her guests at any rate, would then celebrate the signing of the contract.

It was another two hours of hard work cleaning the house again after the friends left before Kristina went to her box bedroom and with a deep breath started to draft the contract. She already had the main terms in her mind and so that was relatively straightforward, but would take a while to put into writing. Her letter of application would be harder and she became emotional as she wrote it by a combination of typing it and by dictating it into her phone. She wanted her application to convey how deeply she wished from her heart to keep this position as Melissa's maid.

Two days later, between her cleaning and serving duties, Kristina had both documents in a good enough form to pass to Melissa to read. She asked permission to print them out on Melissa's printer. She gave them a final check and handed them to Melissa who read them carefully, made a few amendments to the punishment section which Kristina had to agree to, and then agreed all was fine.

Over the next day or so, Melissa made arrangements for the signing ceremony and invited two of her especially close friends to be the witnesses to this very private agreement.

Melissa asked Kristina to prepare an Order of Ceremonies document for the signing ceremony, which again Melissa had to agree to, and did so after making a few improvements and finishing touches.

The day arrived and Kristina was particularly excited. After all, she was going to commit legally to a set initial and long period of being Melissa's maid, after she had moved back home and out of Melissa's house, and hoped that the period might be extended, which would be just as she was sure she wanted. She knew that she could also use this form of contract as a basis on which to commit to other maid and cleaning positions in the same way.

Kristina made all the preparations for the food to be eaten and bought the party poppers that Miss M wanted to explode to celebrate the signing, knowing Kristina would be the one to clear up afterwards. Just before the guests arrived, Kristina changed into a smart sleeveless black dress which Melissa purchased for her specially for the ceremony and added her favourite string of pearls which Kristina had somehow managed to smuggle into Melissa's house in her handbag. She loved how she looked, so elegant, but subservient, but beautiful, and with her favourite and valuable string of pearls she looked again like the senior lady lawyer she had been in her life so far. The elegant clothes were simply in celebration of a special day though. Kristina was still "the maid".

Melissa's two guests arrived, a lovely lady doctor and a charming man who worked in something financial. Kristina welcomed them at the door with a charming smile, took their coats, served them all champagne and canapés and made sure that she kept her eyes down at all times, as Melissa had instructed her to do, including with Chiara and Evelyn who were of course in attendance as well. Then the ceremony began.

Kristina dropped to her elegantly-stockinged knees on the hard wooden floor, facing Melissa and her guests, and read out the main clauses of the contract, which she paraphrased in some places to save going on for too long:

"I commit to being owned by Miss M and being her personal property."

"I commit to an initial three hundred hours of maid service although there are provisions for that to be increased by Miss Melissa for poor work or other shortcomings. My wages are agreed at zero. I cannot myself terminate the contract other than by having completed all outstanding hours of service, including any extra hours which Miss Melissa may have imposed or by which I may have agreed with Miss Melissa as extra hours."

"I expressly surrender to the will of Miss Melissa, including all decisions on disciplinary procedures."

"I shall be available to work for Miss Melissa on at least one day in every week of the year, for at least five hours, although some holiday leave would be permitted so long as it was agreed well in advance with Miss Melissa. No breaks in the working part of the day are permitted for food, drink or any other purpose."

"I accept that I shall have no personal pride, privacy, modesty or rights while working for Miss Melissa and that I must obey and submit to Miss Melissa at all times."

"I shall be washed, clean, fragrant, tidy and well-groomed when serving Miss Melissa, with clean fingernails and hair and with body hair minimised or eliminated for hygiene reasons, ideally with underarms and legs waxed or shaved and my bikini area trimmed or bare, all as appropriate for efficient and fragrant domestic service." The style of clothes was specifically described as well, including that "the maid must wear a white apron".

"Discipline is solely at Miss Melissa's discretion. If Miss Melissa is dissatisfied with any aspect of my work, appearance, availability, behaviour including attitude and respectfulness, or any other aspect of my performance, Miss Melissa may discipline me in any way that Miss M thinks fit, without limitation (including corporal punishment). Miss Melissa may carry out any such punishment herself or may delegate others to discipline me. Further, discipline may include Miss Melissa unilaterally adding extra contractual hours at her sole discretion onto the outstanding total of hours, and may also include any corporal punishment, psychological punishment or any other method of punishment, including by imposing restrictions or conditions on my life outside my service to Miss Melissa."

The witnesses and Melissa were very pleased with the clarity, submissiveness and respectfulness of the contract and smiled and clapped in appreciation of Kristina reading it out so elegantly from her kneeling position. Chiara seemed particularly impressed, and clapped enthusiastically.

Then, still kneeling in her elegant black dress and string of pearls, Kristina read out her letter of application to Melissa for the position of maid. She blushed throughout as she explained how much she needed to be under a binding contract and reduced to a lower status as an insignificant serving maid.

"I know," she read, "that my destiny is in servitude and submission. I want to obey, I need to obey, I need to serve." She yearned to serve a strong-willed lady like Miss Melissa, she continued, doing her cleaning and ironing, her laundry, making her bed, running errands for her, and she needed Miss Melissa to slowly but surely separate her from her outside life as a lawyer and make her serve obediently and with deference as a mere maid.

"I wish to surrender to my inevitable destiny and become what I have always wished to be, in your eyes and in the eyes of your family, your friends and all others," Kristina continued. "Please ensure my gradual downfall, shame and loss of status, as I am reduced to being your maid and your property and nothing more, at the lowest level of society. Please condition me psychologically so that I eventually lose all hope Or even thought of return to my old life."

Kristina begged Melissa to dismantle her completely and reassemble her in whatever way she saw fit to make her an all-obeying and all-serving maid, who would not even think about questioning any of Melissa's instructions.

Kristina finished off with a heartfelt, "Miss Melissa, I sincerely hope you will consider and accept me as your maid."

Once Kristina had read out her letter of application, her heart was pounding she looked respectfully at Melissa hoping she would accept. Melissa waited for a few moments and got out her pen, handed it to Kristina, and said, abruptly, "Of course I accept your application. Sign here, girl."

Kristina smiled with relief as she took the pen and eagerly signed the contract and dated it before handing the pen back to Melissa, who took it and signed her name as well. Melissa then asked the witnesses to sign, which they were delighted to do, impressed both by Kristina's submission to Melissa, and by Melissa's obvious power over Kristina.