She hated this man, who was punishing her for nothing more than saying a single word, she hated this job, where she was ogled and groped-

'Nine!' she screamed, as the cane slashed at her ass. 'Thank you!'

She realised she was crying now.

'Ten! Thank you!'

Sobbing. It hurt so bad. She couldn't anymore.

At 15 she screamed. Each crack covered the previous, and she was a bluberring mess, her legs wobbling, tears running down her face.

'F-fifteen. Th-thank you,' she sobbed.

'These next five, remember, didn't need to happen. Let this be a teaching moment for the next time you're punished.'

Never! Never again, she thought. She would be number 1 employee if it meant she never had to bear this again.

At seventeen she almost fucked up, almost cried out for him to stop, and bit her tongue.

'Seventeen! Thank you!

She was grateful she hadn't, the punishment would have never ended, and she was almost done--

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She screamed a choked sob. She could barely get out her thank yous through the tears. But it was over.

'Go stand in the corner and think about what you've done, no supper for you tonight.'

And she did, all night long, stood in that corner sobbing, her ass on fire, feeling sorry for herself and vowing never to get in trouble again. The next day at 6am, Julius returned and gave her leave to go back to work.

A lot of the men enjoyed her ass's appearance for the next week, pinching and grabbing it, and the shame of it stung almost worse than the pain. But she had learned her lesson.

So now, weeks later, Livy did her job like her ass depended on it. Which is why when she was called by Julius into his office, she was flabbergasted. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she stood, head bowed, in front of him.

'The master of the house has sent for his newest servant to work at an event he is hosting. You must follow every one of his orders to the T.'

The fact that she wasn't in trouble didn't dampen the anxiety, rather, it shot up. The master of the house?! She had only seen him in passing and he had never even spared her a glance. He terrified her.

'You must be better than you have ever been at your job. If I hear any complaints whatsoever about you, the 20 strokes of the cane will feel like a walk in the park. Do you understand?'

'Yes, sir.'

But she didn't, she didn't know what she would be expected to do.