Tuesday, June 18

What the Maid Saw

For the whole vacation in Italy I was hoping for an occasion where my husband's spankings (as described in A Spanking Vacation!) could be made a little more "public" as we are both into that sort of excitement play. Well the stars lined up beautifully at one particular hotel. Not only was he "displayed" with a nice red rump, but at the same hotel, I was as well! On two different days in two different ways. In this post we'll talk all about him, and I'll leave the adventures involving myself to the next post.

This photo is not exactly what the maid saw, but it is pretty close!


Imagine being forced over a prayer bench like that by your wife, having to display your spanked bottom to the hotel maid and your "parts" as well? The maid being told you are being punished for some trivial transgression. Imagine her laughing and laughing at that. Going over to touch your butt to feel the heat, then giving it a smack or two of her own. Then grabbing your balls and giving them a good painful shake before getting on with her chores with you on full penitential display.

Imagine further that before she is done, your wife goes over to you, grabs you by your ear, pulls you down across her lap and then spanks the bejesus out of you with her handy paddle. Soon you are kicking and howling and crying like a three-year-old while the maid, having finished her chores, stays to look on approvingly at a wife properly seeing to her little man, smirking at you the entire time.

What the maid saw?

Well, unfortunately, none of that happened, but the maid did briefly see his bare spanked butt before she ran away!

It was a lovely hotel outside a small town in Tuscany in an old converted convent with gorgeous views of the countryside.


The rooms were furnished in a very antique lived-in style. I took some photos to set the stage.


This first photo above is the view from the front doorway into the room.  The bed is to the far right as you go in, hidden from view here. Through the doorway at the end is a staircase down to another door (pad-locked), and off to the right as soon as you go through that same doorway is a closet and then a nice bathroom. Note also the crucifix at the end of the hall (We are soooooo doing time in purgatory...). You can also see the chair in view. A very nice "spanking height" for me (all the chairs in Italy seem miniaturized compared to Canada). I could sit at the end of it and have my bare feet very flat on the ground to support his weight over my lap

This second photo below is just around the corner from the one above, showing the bed.


The thing you can just barely see here, to the right of the mirror and tucked into the very corner of the room beside the bed, is a softly upholstered prayer bench that will play a very important part as the events unfold.


It was the early evening, still before dinner, maybe just before 5pm or so. We had come back from our adventures and had showered, after which was usually the time for some kinky play. He was naked and I was in a loose hotel robe. I had just finished giving david a hand spanking across my knee while sitting in the chair, and we had moved over to the bed where I was doing some slow and gentle tease and denial on him.

That's when we heard a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK and a woman behind the door saying something in Italian. I my gosh! What purrrrfect timing!

I yelled out "momento per fafore!", which means, "one moment please" (I don't speak Italian at all, but have a few handy phrases).

I turned to my naked and hard husband who suddenly looked extremely panicked! He knew what I was thinking. He was starting to get up to make a dash for the bathroom. He ultimately wants the humiliation, but in the moment he panics and resists. Fortunately, my brain was working better than his.

"In the corner," I whispered to him, sternly. "Kneel on the stool, hands on your head."

"Noooo," he whined. "I'm naked," he said as if I couldn't see that.

"You sure are," I confirmed with what must have been a glint in my eye.

As he was getting into position, I re-fastened my robe around me and went to open the door for the maid. I opened it and there she was. So perfect. A pretty, youngish, hotel maid. At this stage she was still at the door, she could not see my naked husband at all, who was by now cowering on the prayer bench with his nose in the corner. This was her initial view into the room, but with me in a robe standing there.


"Turndown servitz?" she asked in her cute Italian-accented broken English.

"Si, grazie," I said sweetly. She turned to her cart that was just outside the room, and picked up an armful of towels.

I thought I would try preparing her for what she would soon see, not knowing how much English she spoke. "Please don't mind my husband," I said to her. "He's in the corner, being punished. Just ignore him."

She looked at me oddly. I got the distinct impression she did not understand much. I tried a bit of broken Italian, "mia sposa," I added, which I thought meant "my spouse", which I gather it sort of does, but is more commonly "my bride", which is sort of fitting also! Perhaps a native Italian speaker can help us out here in the comments.
[I knew the phrase from my wedding, where it was raining, and an older Italian lady who was attending said "sposa bagnata, sposa fortunata", which means "a wet bride is a lucky bride" (could not agree more!)]
The maid looked at me oddly again. I continued, "ummm... punito?" which I sort of guessed, but is correct for "punished". Now she looked really confused. She had no idea.

She carried the fresh towels in front of her and walked straight towards the bathroom. Unbelievably, she completely missed seeing david in his corner (he was quiet as a little mouse and trying to make himself look very small, squeezing into his "corner of shame").

I went over to david and patted him on his bottom. "She hasn't seen you yet," I whispered to him. "She will as soon as she comes out of the bathroom..." I went back to sit in the little chair and look casual as I browsed on my iPad.

The maid came out of the bathroom holding some dirty towels. As soon as she saw david she sort of jumped and gasped and said "Oh! Scusi signora!" She was apologizing to me for seeing my husband doing corner time in the nude with a a dusky red bottom! This is exactly what she saw (the photo was taken a few moments after she had left).


How utterly humiliating for him for the maid to see him like that! Hands on his head, nose in the corner, naked. Clearly a penitential position. His bottom was not heavily marked, but it was a dusky rose from his earlier hand spanking. It cannot be seen so clearly in this photo, but in real-life there was no doubt his bottom had been spanked!

"Just ignore him," I said casually from my chair.

"Si Signora, si signora, scusi, scusi," she said nervously, as she passed by me with the used towels back out to the cart outside the room. She deposited the towels in her cart and started closing the door, "Scusi, scusi," she repeated as she closed the door and left.

Hey! She had not turned down the bed! And where was my night-time choci? :-)


I felt a bit bad that she had not played along more. I was worried I may have offended her, but on balance I did not get that impression. As she was apologizing profusely there was a hint of a smile on her face. I would have loved had she stayed and fixed the bed linens while looking at his bare ass and smiling, but I realize that was probably beyond the pale. If she was caught doing that, I'm sure her superiors would have had something to say. As it was, she exited as quickly and as discretely and professionally as possible, and was therefore completely blameless. But I'm sure she had a good story for her girlfriends that week, and for the other maids in the hotel!

As soon as she left I still had my iPad in my hand, and david was still cowering nude in his corner.

"Well, well, well," I said to him. "What a spectacle you made of yourself," I said. "In front of a pretty young hotel maid no less. You should be ashamed of yourself! By the end of the day, all the maids in this place will know that you're a spanked husband."

CLICK!

I had turned on camera mode and left the camera noise on so that he knew I snapped a photo of him.The one you already saw, repeated here, was this first one.


"Honey, no..." he complained. "Someone might see it," he said referring to the photo mixed in with our holiday pics.

"Someone's already seen it," I countered. "Bend over the top more. Let's see you like that."

He needed to get up and move the prayer bench a little away from the wall, and then he bent over. He did not do anything, but somehow his balls just stuck right out!

CLICK!


I should have showed him off more like that! I wondered if I could make it more...

"Bend over more, put your arms right down towards the floor."

He had to move the prayer bench again, and then he bent right over it. Again, he did not do anything but his cock and balls just went out like that. Ha ha!

CLICK!


Oh now that's the money shot! That's how a truly penitent husband should be required to do his timeout in front of other women!


And oh my goodness, but aren't those balls nice and big? Don't you want to just give them a good hard squeeze and smack, sticking out back there like that? And yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is an erect penis poking out behind them! Imagine being erect after a thorough shaming like that?

I had him lie face up on the bed and take his dick in his hand. I told him to jerk off while I watched. I got comfortable lying up on my side beside him while I watched him "do it." I egged him on with a monologue.

"Oh my Gosh! That pretty Italian maid saw your bare spanked ass! You were totally fucking naked with your spanked ass out. She saw you kneeling in the corner, with your hands on your head, and knows that I spanked you, like my little bitch! You know she's going to tell everybody, right? Everyone around here will smirk at you as they see you going around. And I'm putting those photos in the holiday highlights album. Can't wait to show them to Mom, tell her what a little bitch you were on our holiday, tell her how the hotel maid saw your bare ass doing corner time..."

"OH FUCK!" he yelled out as he came in gushes all over himself! Ha ha!

43 comments:

  1. I just read your past 2 vacation posts. Wonderful the way you take care of David and even embarrass him by others seeing him. I do agree 2 or more spankings a day on vacation is important as well as using your strap-on daily. We have traveled many times and always stayed in hotels and I've been spanked in every one. Usually at bed time and again in the morning to "keep" me tender. she also knows how to use her strap-on much to my delight. Yes dear make me your sissy boi.
    archedone

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  2. Jules

    The erect penis is the sign that the humiliation is what is needed. You saying I can’t believe this makes you hard is what always drives me over the top. Nothing in the world is like having a beautiful wife telling you what to do

    Awesome vacation

    Regards
    Sgirard

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    1. Ha ha! Yes! (although, I really could believe it :-)

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  3. You've traumatized the poor girl Julie....of perhaps inspired her?
    Naughty girl!

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  4. I showed this to my wife, she enjoys your blog. She reminds me that I have been seen in such a position by others. The worse is when we do go on vacation, I know others can hear the spanking at the hotels. The look she gets from other women, tell me they know, and she is proud that they know she is in charge. Only once and I'm thankful it was only one time I was seen being spanked, naked over her lap, kicking and squirming when a maid walked in, smiled and left the room. Later in the day while walking around the hotel we saw her, she smiled, I wanted to hide. Jack

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    1. Women seem to inherently understand a wife's right to spank.

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  5. Goddess Gretchen19 June 2019 at 11:14

    I wish you had brought diapers.....imagine how humiliated your little bitch would be seen in them.

    Goddess Gretchen

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  6. I wonder if they have a 'spanking culture' in Italy. I know Italian matriarchs have quite a reputation...
    You must miss the days when you had to send your holiday photos off on a roll of film to be developed. Then all the gals at the photo shop would see them, and they'd definitely be properly mixed in with your vanilla snaps for anyone to see!

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  7. wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! gasp

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  8. I am not a native speaker of Italian but I am presently learning it. According to the dictionary, "sposo" means both "bridegroom" and "husband". The word "marito" means just husband.

    "Ho sculacciato mio marito" would mean "I have spanked my husband". The "H" in "Ho" is silent, the "cc" is pronounced like "ch" in the English word "cheese", the "i" is silent.

    I think that is correct, but I am still very much a beginner at Italian. Hopefully a native speaker of Italian will show up.

    gordon

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    1. I used "sposa" with an "a", so that probably does mean "bride" then. Ha ha!

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  9. How humiliating yet exciting!

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  10. Wow! Just my kind of vacation! I've been spanked in so many hotels and had maids either walk in, try to open the door (sometimes it has that latchy thing engaged), or been outside the room as my butt was being seared by a hairbrush or other such implement. It is such a kick! Once, after being spanked, I was handcuffed to the vertical closet door handle; sort of 'hung' if you will. My bottom was hot red, my nipples were clamped, my mouth gagged with a pair of panties, and I still wore a red thong (to match my bottom). The closet was right by the front door; the maid knocked, then tried the door. While the latch was on, the door still opened a good 4 inches and she got an eye-full of a nearly naked, spanked husband. My wife came to the door, held it open and explained we were "not ready to leave just yet." I then couldn't see the maid's face, but I picture her smiling. Just love these posts! TL

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    1. What a wonderful adventure that must have been!

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    2. 👍👍. Heart pounding still. TL

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  11. One or two of us seem to have been in that sort of humiliating position. Hotels have always gotten me several spankings while we were there and we have had the maid enter just as a caning was to start. So very arousing thinking about it now.

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    1. The maid's job is to walk into your bedroom a couple of times a day, so "accidents" will happen...

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  12. Such big balls !!
    I always like when you are egging david on.
    The suspense related to how the room is configured (topographical suspense?) is arousing.
    It was close that the maid does not see anything.
    And when she sees, it is at the same time almost nothing and a super sexual and pervy flash.
    David is genuinely humiliated in a sexy way, through your eyes and the quick glance of the shy maid.
    Once again you show off David, but he is more and more naked.
    The maid is going to tell everybody but on your blog everyone is going to see david increasingly compromised.
    As for the young maid, wasn't it written « The staff is ready to welcome everyone in a personalized way. Here you will find rooms that provide dream. »

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  13. As I told you some time ago, I always make a point of packing my hairbrush AND the martinet when we travel... and to use them in our hotel rooms (as well as in other locations) where we are likely to be overheard - and where L. is likely to have to face the knowing smiles (and the occasional comments) of service maids and other guests. Once only, a chambermaid came into our room (after knocking) and was treated to the sight of L. kneeling with a VERY red bottom after a particularly vigorous session. She giggled and offered some approving comments... L, of course, was mortified!
    J(2)

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    1. The martinet sounds like a very good idea to avoid making too much noise and disturbing other guests. Do you use it on his thighs? I can imagine that leaving telltale marks which would be visible if he is wearing short pants on the vacation.

      gordon

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    2. Your maid sounded better than ours. I'm jealous!

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    3. Maybe because she was French? - although there were a few times when similar comments were offered while we were in Spain (but not actually witnessed by one of the "muchachas")
      J(2)

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    4. Maybe the Italians are too Catholic?

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  14. Hope you made him swallow every drop

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  15. The maid probably thought he was a very religious man kneeling at the prayer bench giving himself an Opus Dei style self flagellation. Very popular in some Catholic circles.

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  16. Kinky hi jinks in a former convent? Sacrilege! God was watching you Ms J and when judgement day comes he’s gonna pull down your panties in front of the congregation, take you over his knee and demonstrate the power of the “hand of god”. Cheeky sub.

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    1. That's surprisingly kinky, being spanked on judgement day. Turns out purgatory ain't that bad for spankos...

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  17. Wow, such a delightful story. Unfortunate that it was only a hand spanking, as opposed to the hair brush which would have made his bottom redder.
    also too bad the reverse did not actually happen.
    bottoms up
    Red

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    1. I know! Wish I had chosen to use the brush just then, but it was more of a good boy spanking with some tease after.

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  18. Sorry not to share everybody's enthusiasm (and sorry for my poor english)
    I wonder if both of you have reflected about respecting other cultures or sensibilities. In fact you have involved persons into your kinky games, who have not asked for it and may have been shocked. Besides, in terms of law, what you have dones certainly may be considered as an offense. So I hope most part of this story is fictional.

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    1. You were not there and so cannot comment on the maid’s emotional state. She was shocked, yes, but also definitely amused (there was a smile). So no harm no foul? I agree that one must be sensitive with public play, and be prepared to shut it down at the first sign of offence.

      In terms of legalities, I do not know. If it is illegal, I do not believe it ought to be. I do not believe that giving very brief emotional offence (which, by the way, did not happen in this case) ought to be any sort of crime. I think persistent, uninvited, offense (eg, playing loud music at 3am night after night), something more akin to a physical assault, probably ought to be.

      I feel I can hold my head up high and proud, but thank you for your thoughts.

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    2. A last answer to this topic. As an attorney working in an european country near to Italy and specialised in criminal cases, I can assure you that this is a legal offense in my country.
      I'm glad for you that this young lady took it with amusement, but another time you might come into serious trouble, especially as tourists. But I'll stop here, because I don't want want to spoil your holiday memories.

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