Maid for You

Chapter 12

The next evening, Marc's mind returned to the problem of finding out who owned Jocelyn's contract. From what Jocelyn had said, he was wondering if talking to Claire from We Also Walk Dogs was going to be helpful. If Claire was obligated to keep client confidentiality, he was not going to change her mind. He would not break client confidentiality for his own clients so he could hardly ask Claire to do it on his behalf. Could he trick his way into their offices? He dismissed that option almost straight away. He had no experience whatsoever in how to run a scam and knew he would not be able to follow through with it. That pretty much left breaking into the offices of We Also Walk Dogs and looking for the file. Not exactly his normal way of doing business either...

"Show me where the offices of We Also Walk Dogs are tomorrow Jocelyn. I would like to talk to Claire. If that gets us nowhere, then we will need to think of some other way of finding out what is going on..."

"Yes Sir."

"Now then, if you are going to belong to me, then I would like to look at some sign or symbol of ownership. I can't put anything permanent on you yet, but for today I would like to have you stenciled."

"Stenciled Sir?"

"Yes, Stenciled. Get me some thick card and a cutting knife from the stationary cupboard in the office please."

"Yes Sir." It seemed a bit of a strange request, but Jocelyn knew that she would find out what he had in mind soon enough. She went to get the items that Marc had asked for. A moment or two later and she was back. In the mean time, Marc had pushed his plate off to one side and was brushing the bread crumbs off of the kitchen cutting board. He took the card and cut out an "M" and a "T" about two inches high in the thick card. Then he took a wooden spatula out of the kitchen drawer. Jocelyn looked on curiously. M.T. obviously stood for Marc Templeton, but how was he going to "stencil" her with a piece of card and a wooden spatula? Does he not need a felt tip pen...?

"Go and stand next to the table please Jocelyn." Marc followed her holding his cut out card and the wooden spatula in his hand. "Stand with your feet about shoulder width apart." Jocelyn moved has he has asked. "Good. Now place your hands onto the table. Push your rear end out towards me please." Again, Jocelyn moved to follow his instructions. "Yes, that's it. Perfect."

Marc took a second to admire Jocelyn. She was such a beautiful, submissive, woman. Her head was up and turned slightly towards him as she waited for his next command. Her back was straight, almost parallel to the floor. The skirt of her uniform had lifted high enough so that he could see the tops of her stockings, but not the cheeks of her butt. It was time to change that.

Marc lifted Jocelyn's skirt. She was wearing lace trimmed panties under her skirt. Marc smiled. It was a lovely view. She had probably meant to surprise him with her lovely underwear at some point today. "Your panties are lovely Jocelyn, but I need them out of the way for this." So saying, he pulled the material together so that the cheeks of her butt were completely free. Then, with his left hand, he positioned the piece of card carefully over her left buttock cheek so that the cut out "M" was centered squarely in the middle of her left cheek. Then, using the wooden spatula that he had taken from the kitchen, he spanked Jocelyn. It was only a gentle spanking. This was not intended to be a punishment in any way at all. Still, it was still firm enough to make am satisfying 'thwack' sound as the spatula landed on Jocelyn's buttock and the card.

Marc waited a second or so and then struck again. And again. Soon, he fell into a steady rhythm. The thwacks landed with the regularity of a metronome ticking. Marc was completely absorbed in what he was doing and enjoyed watching Jocelyn's skin turn from white to crimson.