Gemma had been cleaning Mrs Harrison’s house two or three times a week for about six months. Mrs Harrison was an affable yet strict divorcee. She had high standards that demanded Gemma be attentive to the smallest details. Gemma was dusting in the spare room that Mrs Harrison used as her home office. Gemma noticed that the door to the lovely mahogany armoire was partly open - it had never been that way before. In fact, Gemma had been curious about the contents and had previously tested the door before and always found it locked - until today.

She quietly opened the door and gasped audibly at the contents. Hanging from pegs was an impressive array of paddles, straps and other implements that Gemma knew immediately were intended for spanking. One particular item caught her eye - it was a heavy leather belt, much like the one her dad had used on her on a few but very memorable occasions. Dad applying his belt to Gemma’s bottom was thankfully a fairly rare event. Most punishments of Gemma and her sister were administered by their mother. In those instances mom applied her wooden hairbrush to the miscreant’s bare bottom as they lay over her knee. Gemma surveyed the other pieces of the collection and then spotted a brush much like her mom’s. She picked it up and her backside almost tingled with the memories.

Mrs Harrison had been standing quietly in the doorway watching Gemma review her collection. Finally, she cleared her throat and Gemma jumped in surprise. “Bring back memories?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Harrison. The door was partly open and my curiosity got the better of me,” Gemma stammered.

“Well, now you know about my little hobby. I guess I don’t mind you being aware of that predilection but I’m tempted to teach you a lesson about snooping in my personal space,” Mrs Harrison replied genially. “I’m thinking that lesson should involve that very hairbrush you’re holding”

Gemma looked down at the hairbrush again and once more felt the odd tingle. “Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry I violated your trust and privacy.” She handed the brush to Mrs Harrison and awaited the instructions.

Mrs Harrison glanced at her watch. “You usually leave around noon, right?” Gemma nodded. “I have a standing appointment with a young fellow, maybe about your age at quarter past. He’s always getting into mischief. I’m thinking we make it a two-fer.” Gemma meekly nodded. “Go ahead and keep working until he arrives.”

Gemma went back to dusting and before long she heard the doorbell. She heard muted voices - that of Mrs Harrison and a male - but could not make out the words. A few moments later the two walked into the room. “Gemma, say hello to Will. He’s been a naughty boy and came by for me to take corrective action - just like you’ve earned. Will, tell Gemma what you told me.”

He blushed and then explained that he had been ogling a female coworker who caught him staring at her body lecherously. Mrs Harrison walked to the cabinet and retrieved the hairbrush that had piqued Gemma’s interest. She pulled a straight chair to the open space in the room and declared, “Gemma, you’re first. Will, you watch closely because you’re due the same once I’ve reddened Gemma’s backside.” Will nodded wordlessly. “On my right side, Gemma,” Mrs Harrison ordered, pointing to a spot. “Prepare yourself and get across my knee.”

Gemma approached her boss’ side and paused. She looked over her shoulder at Will who was standing behind her and slightly right. HIs expression was one of eager anticipation and she noticed a prominent bulge in his pants. “Go on,” Mrs Harrison scolded. “You’re getting this on the bare.” Gemma gulped and pushed her stretch pants and panties to her knees. She knew that Will was getting a prime view of her most private parts yet she felt enlivened by the exposure. She felt the brush lightly tap her bare bottom and then the spanking began in earnest. Mrs Harrison paddled her young employee’s round ass for three solid minutes landing moderately vigorous strikes but at a brisk cadence. When Mrs Harrison finally paused, Gemma felt like she had backed into a red-hot stove. She sprung up and tried to rub out the fiery sensation.

She paused the rubbing as Will moved into position.This time Mrs Harrison reached out and unbuckled his belt and tugged his pants and boxers down, letting his prominent erection spring free. Gemma felt a sense of satisfaction at having been responsible for that reaction. He was copiously leaking pre-cum and Mrs Harrison hiked up her skirt to avoid getting wet spots on it. She began to paddle his bare heinie with vigor and he reacted with writhing and moaning as the spanking added color and heat to his cheeks. Gemma realized she, too, was very aroused and wet in response to the action. It was an unexpected development as she watched the brush collide with Will’s very cute bum over and over.

A few minutes later, Mrs Harrison prompted Will to stand then instructed them both to leave their bottoms bare and face into adjacent corners of the room. When she left the room both Will and Gemma quickly violated her instructions to stare straight ahead and instead were checking-out the conditions of each other’s rosy backsides.

“So, even with your backside well roasted, you defy me,” Mrs Harrison chided, coming back into the room suddenly. “Maybe I need to give you each a few swats with the paddle?”

“No, ma’am,” Will replied as Gemma shook her head emphatically.

Mrs Harrison considered her options for a moment and then instructed, “You can cover up.”

Gemma gently pulled her stretch pants over her inflamed cheeks then smiled at Mrs Harrison who asked, “Join us again next week?” Gemma nodded enthusiastically.