by Katie Bradford
Miss Rose ran a decent establishment. It had been in operation for the last seventy-five years and was still going strong. She had only been handling the business side of things for the past ten years, she'd simply been one of the working girls before that. However, it was very obvious that her heart and soul lay with the little spanking house and always would. So when Miss Kitty retired and moved off to Apache Junction with the love of her life, the job of running the place had fallen to Rose.
Once she became proprietor of High Ridge Hall, which was the spanking house's true name, Rose followed the traditions of all the owners before her. She hesitated to use the word 'madam' when introducing herself, as High Ridge was not a brothel but simply a place where lots of spanking took place. There was no hanky panky going on under her nose!
The men, and sometimes women, who came to the house were there for only one thing and one thing only... spanking a young lady's behind! But before they were allowed to select one of the young ladies, the customer was always checked out thoroughly. And if things became too rough or strange after the session started, the gentleman or lady was asked to leave. After all, her girls were to be treated with respect.
The girls living at High Ridge Hall were expected to follow all the rules set by Miss Rose and if they chose not to, they were dismissed. Only the best were allowed to remain, and they were treated very well. Not only were they given the run of the house when they were not working but were paid monthly checks so that one day, if they played their cards right, they could retire and live in a place of their choosing.
Over the years Rose amassed many whimsical tales about the goings-on at High Ridge, but one in particular is a firm favorite. It's the story of little Lacy Walker.
Lacy was a young girl who was found wandering the streets of Sweet Water years ago and was brought to stay with Miss Rose and the girls at High Ridge Hall. At first she simply earned her keep by doing odd jobs for Miss Rose but soon learned the trade and became one of Miss Rose's best working girls. Lacy didn't stay long but Rose still thinks of her quite often and writes to her frequently to check on her health.
This is Lacy's story.
It was early June when several of the girls were lounging lazily in the front parlor trying to stay cool. The Texas summer heat had already hit the high nineties and it wouldn't be long before they were sweltering in the temperatures of over a hundred.
As normal, sounds of spanking could be heard from several parts of High Ridge Hall, along with squeals of delight and possibly a few squeals of discomfort. The girls had grown accustomed to all kinds of different spankings.
There were some customers that simply enjoyed having a young girl lying across their lap while they placed a few light swats across their derrière, but others liked using the canes and straps amongst other more severe implements, which weren't quite as enjoyable for the recipients.
Lacy looked over at Jenna as a particularly loud squeal was heard from overhead. She rolled her eyes, saying, "Poor Ginger. Old man Hither must be using the cane again."
Jenna looked up towards the ceiling and shook her head. "He does like to play the schoolmaster doesn't he? It's a good thing Gin likes it, otherwise it would be hard to bear. Personally," she paused, "I can't stand it when they use the cane."
"Or the switches," Lily wrinkled her nose turning sideways in her chair and rubbing her bottom. "Mr. Thrasher always brings those green willow switches with him. They hurt like hell!"
Jenna laughed. "You're lucky, Harry Barker always brings that damn black strap..."
"Oh the switch is much worse, Jen. You have to admit the sting is excruciating!" Lily argued.
Lacy giggled. There was always a debate going on about what the worst implement was, each girl claiming to have it much worse than the others. It had become more or less an unspoken competition between them.
The discussion continued but Lacy's attention fell on Mrs. Grimes, who was walking into the room balancing a large tray of lemonade.
Setting the tray down on a table close by, Mrs. Grimes, the elderly housemaid looked over at Lacy and said, "Lace, Miss Rose wants to see you in her office, honey. I think you must have a client she needs to talk to you about."
A low groan escaped Lacy's lips as she rolled off the couch that she had become more than comfortable on over the last half hour. She'd actually been hoping maybe to get a day off but apparently that wasn't going to happen, at least not that day.
"Thanks Mrs. Grimes." Lacy smiled as she hugged the older woman around the shoulders and grabbed a glass of cool lemonade off the tray as she passed by. "No one makes lemonade like you do!"
"Oh goodness," the older woman blushed. "Nothing to it, deary." Mrs. Grimes hugged the girl back. She loved all the girls that came to reside at High Ridge but Lacy had really touched her heart over the past year and a half. She had been such a feisty little thing in the beginning but over time, had mellowed down. However, unlike the other girls, Lacy just never seem to fit in perfectly. Secretly, even though her loyalty lay with Miss Rose and the girls, Mrs. Grimes was hoping that Lacy would soon meet a nice young man and settle down.
Lacy took a sip of lemonade as she sauntered slowly towards Miss Rose's office in the back of the house. It was true, she would never fit in with the rest of the girls. Lacy wasn't a spanking fanatic like most of the girls were. Unlike Lacy, many of the girls would sit and fantasize about being spanked. She herself wasn't too keen on having her bottom bared and spanked. But Miss Rose had been good to her when she had desperately needed the help so she had bitten the bullet and did the best job she could at High Ridge Hall.
Knocking softly on the door, she heard the sweet voice of Miss Rose on the other side. "Come in Darlin'."
Lacy opened the door and walked over to the desk where Miss Rose was busily working on some paperwork. "Mrs. Grimes said you wanted to see me."
"Yes Sugar, I do." Miss Rose smiled looking up at Lacy. "Why don't you sit down darlin'?" she asked, pointing to the chair directly in front of her desk.
Lacy sat and leaned forward in her chair. "I am assuming you have a job for me?"
"Yes Sugar," Miss Rose chuckled. "And this one is a dilly."
"Just tell me he's not into canes." Lacy frowned, placing one hand underneath her bottom. "My backside is still smarting from the guy who thinks he's the cane-master!"
Miss Rose laughed, "I don't know, Sugar. That's one thing he really didn't mention. And believe me he left me a good long list as to what he wanted." She reached for a paper at the corner of her desk and handed it to Lacy.
Rolling her eyes, Lacy took the sheet from Miss Rose and asked, "Did this guy ask specifically for me?"
Miss Rose nodded her head. "Oh yes he did. In fact," she paused, "he was very adamant about making sure it was you. He said if you weren't available, he'd come back another day."
"Someone who's been here before then?" Lacy asked, already knowing the answer would be 'no' from the way she was talking.
"Never saw the man before today, Sugar." Miss Rose said. "He seems okay though. He passed all the security checks. I think he must have heard about you through a friend of his. Anyway, be honored darlin', he asked for you! Just shows how good you are."
Knowing when she was being snowballed, Lacy shook her head slightly as she looked down at the sheet in front of her. Raising it up a bit, she began reading the list out loud, "Must wear jeans, t-shirt and white cotton panties."
"Said something about looking like a teenager," Miss Rose interrupted. "I think this guy likes... um... father, daughter relationships."
"How old is this guy?" Lacy asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Early fifties I think. Or at least I think that's the age he had on the paperwork. He has requested you call him daddy during your session."
"Oh." Lacy snorted. "One of those. How come guys like to think of themselves as your daddy all the time?"
Miss Rose clucked her tongue and reminded, "Now, now Lacy, you know we're here to please. Some men just have a few little quirks. If that man wants to be your daddy..."
"I know," Lacy interrupted. "Let him!" Miss Rose smiled. Lacy continued reading the list. "Panties and jeans must be lowered down to the knees while standing in the corner waiting for him to come in to the room."
"Make sure your shirt is tied around your waist, Sugar. He didn't specify that you to do that but men always like to have bottoms very visible when they first walk in," Miss Rose instructed.
"Yes ma'am." Lacy nodded before continuing, "Must call him daddy and tell him I'm..." she froze as her eyes caught on the next few words, "...sorry for... for running away," she ended swallowing hard.
Missing the fact that Lacy was rather shaken by the last sentence, Miss Rose continued prepping her, "And this is the really weird one, Sugar," she paused. "He wants you blindfolded when he first comes in the room."
"What?!" Lacy exclaimed forgetting all about the previous demand. "Now wait a minute Miss Rose... I don't go in for that kind of kinky stuff."
"Now Sugar," Miss Rose cooed, "All the girls have been blindfolded at one time or another. If I didn't think you would be safe, I wouldn't allow it to happen, you have to trust me ... okay darlin'?"
Lacy did trust Miss Rose. She trusted the woman with her very life. If she said it was okay, then it was okay. After several long seconds of contemplating the matter, Lacy nodded. "Okay. So when is this dude coming?"
"He'll be here in about an hour, darlin'. So you have plenty of time to gather your outfit together and be in position before he arrives. I'll be up in a little while to place the blindfold on."
Standing in the corner, Lacy felt a little nervous. It wasn't the first time she'd been in the corner but it was the first time for being blindfolded. Not being able to see the person about to enter her room was a little nerve-racking.
She stood as instructed - her jeans and white cotton panties were shoved down to her knees, and her t-shirt tied around her middle. Her bottom was now bare and very visible, inviting the man to paddle, strap, cane or smack it with what ever implement he so desired. That part really worried Lacy because the guy had requested some pretty weird things already.
It seemed she had been standing in the corner for an eternity before she heard the door opening and a gruff voice that sounded oddly familiar to her saying, "Well young lady. Looks like you can follow directions pretty well. Good girl. Are you ready for a good long spanking?"
Who was that? Lacy wondered. She knew the man's voice from someplace, but was having a hard time placing it. Swallowing hard, she tried to respond, remembering her part. "Um, I'm sorry I was a naughty little girl, daddy."
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