Real-Life! Cleaning Lady Embarrassment!

Something happened yesterday in the real world I need to share! Naughty David got very humiliated by me in front of our Filipina cleaning lady, Maria.

I didn't go all the way but I went far enough. I guess I had a residual concern about how she might react, but she was great and I had green lights all the way.

We've had the same Filipina cleaning lady for a decade now. She comes by once a week and spends a good half-day rotating through whatever needs cleaning. She's really great. She's educated and was a nurse assistant of some sort in the Philippines before immigrating. We pay her comparatively well, and we kept her on all through Covid under the table when most of her other clients didn't, which she really appreciated. She always dutifully wore a mask, not on our insistence.

Her English is accented and lilting, and a bit broken, even after so many years. She lives in a Filipino community and they speak Filipino amongst themselves a lot. She's a Christian and attends a Filipino Christian church regularly. She's always super friendly and upbeat.

She does know about our kinks, but has never mentioned them. She knows which underwear drawer the 2XL panties go in, and when we're careless leaving spanking implements around (you get that way after a while!), she always tidies them. I once had David print out glossy photos of a man being spanked over a woman's knee and had him leave it casually there. And she's seen porn of a similar nature in the bedside drawers (plus lubes and strap-on harnesses and clean dildos and such!). I don't think she knows about our switching, I'm pretty sure she thinks he's always on the receiving end, as in real life I'm the more Dommy one and he the more henpecked for the most part.

But we trust her intimately. She's known about this for years and it has never come back to bite us in any way. And David swears he gets a little grin from her each time they interact. I gather the Filipino culture is pretty tolerant of kinks, what with their sex tourism and ladyboys and all.

Anyhoo, David was taking Friday off after a pretty gruelling travel schedule. He and I woke pretty early and we were sitting in the couch in the living room with our feet up on the coffee table, drinking our morning coffees and surfing the news on our tablets. I was dressed in loose fitting casual clothes. He was in these red checked morning pajamas he wears.

At around 8am we hear the side door open. It's our cleaning lady, Maria, letting herself in. Friday mornings is her time for us. She calls out in her cheery lilting voice, "Hello David, Julie!"

"Hi, Maria!" we both call out.  She pops her head in and we make a bit of smalltalk. Then she heads to the basement to get her supplies and such. We hear her coming up and then going into the kitchen to start there.

"Oh!  Nice floor, all sticky!" she calls out.

We had just had beautiful new hardwood floors put in not so long ago, and Maria and I had conferred at length on the right cleaning products to use to keep it in great shape, and she was so careful about those floors and cared for them so well. This was a blow!

Okay, let me stop there and rewind a bit and explain what I found out later had happened. Late the night before David was watching a TV show after I had an unusually early night. He went down to the kitchen and used the Sodastream to bubble up some water.

Then he went to mix in some lemonade flavour into the bottle. This one.

When he poured it in it was unusually bubbly and it instantly frothed all up and out of the Sodastream bottle, spewing like a volcano. I've had this happen to me as well. It's a bit unpredictable, but it's best to have the cap at the ready to contain it after mixing. Well, he didn't and it spewed. He got a cloth and paper towels and cleaned it all up off the counter. It gets sticky from the syrup. But, or so he says, it was a bit dark and he didn't notice that it had spilled down the cabinet and onto the floor as well.

So, as soon as Maria says, "Oh!  Nice floor, all sticky!" he instantly knows that he is to blame.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," he calls out. "That must have been me. I was mixing pop last night and it frothed over. I thought I cleaned it all up..."

"Oh, Mr. David! So bad!" she said. Then, thinking maybe she had been disrespectful, corrected it to. "No, just joking, but so bad!"

But as he said this, Mr. The Grand Seigneur didn't even get up from the couch! His attitude was "she's the cleaning lady, she'll clean it, right?". WRONG!

Yes, so my husband is a Big Executive at work and his minions do things for him all day long, but this is unacceptable. I was offended by his attitude, and the thought that he had gotten "too big for his britches" immediately came to mind. Though I wasn't even in kink mode at all at this point. I was just legit embarrassed and offended.

I shook my head and went into the kitchen and Maria looked genuinely upset. It was a sticky mess indeed, spread quite far all over. I don't know how he possibly could have missed it, no matter how dark it was! The cabinet and handles were also sticky! So unacceptable! And Maria's upset was not really about David, or even the extra work, but about what it meant for the floor we had been so careful about.

I went right back to the living room, still not yet in kink mode, and scolded him. He looked very sheepish. Very little boy caught with hand in cookie jar. Perhaps reacting to this at some subconscious level, I reached out and grabbed his ear intending to drag him into the kitchen to show him the extent of his mess.

But as soon as I touched his ear, kink mode turned on. Honestly, up to then my reactions had been 100% non-kinky legit angry wife. But the physical action of taking his ear sort of snapped me out of it and the kinky possibilities danced into my mind. He had, inadvertently (legitimately so), set up the perfect witnessed domestic discipline scene.

I certainly didn't let that stop me. Both the real anger and upset merged with the kink as I grabbed him, by his ear mind, and dragged him into the kitchen.

Maria did not even seem surprised as I dragged him in.

"Look at that! Just look at that! Do you expect Maria to clean that? Do you?"

David dared not say that he did. 

"You're going to be cleaning it!" I said. He blushed so strongly.

Maria blushed a bit as well and said, "no, no, I clean, I clean."

I started brainstorming how to clean it. You weren't to use water on the floor. "I think we should use a bit of soap and water to get off the worst of the sticky stuff, and dry as we go, and then you can use the cleaning fluid after." Maria agreed.

Maybe David thought my "we" referred to Maria and I. Oh no. "we" referred to him!

He stood there not knowing what to do. He still didn't even offer to help. He says now he was too embarrassed to at that point. I had ear-dragged him to where he was, so he was not about to leave without me dismissing him.

Maria had a rectangular blue bucket with various cleaning supplies and a sponge inside. I took out the cleaning supplies and sponge, put a couple of inches of warm water in the bottom with some mild dish detergent, threw the sponge in, and handed the bucket to David.

"Go ahead," I said. He looked soooooo embarrassed! Ha ha! Maria had an actual grin on her face. He knelt down on his hands and knees and started scrubbing.

I handed him a dry dish towel. "Just a bit at a time then dry it off."

He started doing that, sponging about a square foot, then drying it off, the moving on into an overlapping square foot, drying that off, and do on.

Maria was still just standing there, watching. She had the magimop with the wood floor cleaner ready to go for after David was done, and she waited patiently.

As he was scrubbing, wiggling his butt in the air, I, literally could not resist.

I reached down and gave him a swat to his pajama's backside, and not a light one!

"Bad boy!" I said.

Maria could only laugh out loud.

"Very bad boy," she agreed with a broad grin.

Taking this as encouragement, I upped the ante a bit, being careful to not offend Maria at all.

He was facing her, on his hands and knees, scrubbing, his butt 180 degrees away from her facing me. I stooped to one side of him, my back towards Maria, lowered his pajama pant at the waist to just below his butt cheek, more sort of mid cheek on one side, low-mid on the other, and spanked the more exposed cheek once, then pulled his pajama right back up again. Maria had not seen any (or at least, much) skin, maybe just the very top of his butt where it blends into his low back.

She laughed again.

Oh, there were so many green lights! But in the moment, you know, you want to err far, far on the safe side, and I had not thought this out at all, it was all spontaneous, so that was the extent of it. He finished his cleaning after I pointed out the cabinet face and handle he still needed to do.

He stood up, his hands were crossed in front of his crotch. More a posture of contrition and embarrassment, but I knew he was also hiding at least the start of a chubby.

Spontaneously he said, "I'm really sorry, Maria, I would never have left it had I known. I should have known. Sorry."

"Be more careful!" she sort of mock-scolded with her index finger. "Nice floors." She was smiling as she said this.

"You can go back to what you were doing," I said, dismissing him.

"Okay, thanks. Sorry, Julie..." and he went back into the living room.

"That will teach him a good lesson," I said to Maria, conspiratorilly.

"Yes. Good lesson," she agreed.

I then whispered to her, "I'll give him a proper spanking after you're gone."

Maria smiled but didn't say anything. We both knew I was referring to our kink now, and she didn't engage at all there, so I let it drop. I think it was understood that everything before had also been a bit of our kinky personalities, but it was so very justified that it was okay in that context, and had not gone too far.

So, after writing this, I guess I did, yes, stop at the right spot.

Of course, after she left...

Oh yes! I had David across my knee and used the rubber paddle to blister his sorry little bottom.

All the while I scolded him for his carelessness and his entitled attitude. I told him that might play at work, but here at home I expect good grace and humility, and how dare he even dream of sitting on that couch while Maria cleans his mess? He didn't have a lot to say except apologies.

I told him that by all rights he should have been receiving this spanking while Maria was still in the house. In fact, she should have been allowed to watch it.

I stood him up and he rubbed his poor little cheeks.

Then I put him nose-to-wall in the bedroom with his bare buns on display. I asked him to imagine what he would feel like if Maria was cleaning our room, changing the bedsheets, taking the laundry, coming back and putting it away, all around him as he snivelled in his corner showing off his spanked behind, because THAT'S WHAT HE DESERVED!

Ha ha!

Ok, so, debrief.

At the time he cleaned the counter he thought it was mainly water, not sticky mess, so once he got it all off the counter, and it didn't seem sticky at the time, he didn't turn on the light and spend a lot more time looking for more spilled "water". Do we believe him? I guess so, because it makes it no less silly and no less deserving of punishment to not understand that sugary soda leaves a sticky reside, am I right?

He was very, very, very embarrassed to be scolded in front of Maria and then on his hands and knees cleaning in front of our cleaning lady. He does consider himself to be "greater than" in some sense, and he genuinely thanked me for reminding him and humbling him.

He sort of expected the first smack on his clothed butt, but it made him more embarrassed notwithstanding. He DID NOT think I would go so far as I did in briefly lowering his pajamas for a hand on bare skin spank, and was surprised by that. At that point he didn't know if I'd go further and give him a real spanking within earshot or in front of Maria, but either way he was game.

He did have a bit of a chubby as he stood, hence the hands in front. Neither of us knows if Maria noticed that or not. Personally, I think she did. She's a smart woman, and knows what we're into (even if we've never spoken about it) so I think she must have figured it must have had an effect like that on him. I know she finds us a cute couple, and is never scandalized by what she's seen, so I think she's pretty sex-positive when it comes to a properly married couple doing whatever. All very Christian that.

Regardless, am expecting more smirky-smirks directed at David from her next time they greet, the way a bride might get gently smirked at on the morning after.

And, don't worry, my kitchen floor still looks fine. Phew!

What do you guys think. Too far? Not far enough? Just right?