How it all started

Melisa Jasinski sat on her bed and grumbled. She had not imagined her life to become so un-predictable. Initially her life had looked as if it would be moving along a well-established track and everything would fall in place. But as of last year, everything was much more complicated than she ever thought it would be.

It had started so well two years ago. She had been granted a tourist visa to the US for three months. It was quite an opportunity for a polish girl aspiring to become employed as journalist in the US media industry. She had wanted to meet and interview celebrities. She had tried to meet people in the journalism department at the State University in Michigan. It had worked; she had been able to attract just the right kind of boyfriend.

He had achieved to extend her visa to a year and widen its scope to a working visa; and he offered her to live with him in the Big Apple. There she had managed to become employed as an unpaid temporary help. She did not get money, but she had achieved to work for a media group in NYC, as she had been able to use the contacts of her lover. She had harboured hopes to take the next step as the buddy of her boss had indicated at an office party that sooner or later she might get the position as his administrative assistant. And that guy had been the editor for one of the magazines, being in constant contact with reporters. So she would be talking to them, too.

Unfortunately, out of the blue her boyfriend had dumped her. He claimed to believe rumors that she was too close to certain guys at work. Well, of course she had flirted with the editor and danced with him during office parties, but she had not slept with the guy. Anyway, her ex had thrown her out and she could no longer afford to live close to the city. Worse, she had been faced with the prospect to have to leave the US within four weeks or to find another way to stay. That had been a major shock!

This had happened almost a year ago. She had to find a way to stay or forget about her idea to become a journalist in the US. Finally the only remaining hope had been to accept an unusual yet strangely attractive offer, which guaranteed her to stay for three more years. She had wrestled with this idea, trying to find other alternatives, but this turned out to be much more difficult than she had imagined.

The financial aspects of this package had been very attractive, as well as the outlook on the contacts she would get. First it had sounded marvellous, moving to California, closer to Hollywood than she had ever been and living with a family, where the wife was a real actress in Hollywood and the husband in the movies industry.

But she had not considered all side effects. Now she did live in the backwoods, close to the middle of nowhere. The next home was two miles away, the next agglomeration with a super market more than 15 miles. In NYC she had been able to get around using public transport. Here she had to ask nicely to be driven to any place she wanted to be, since she did have neither a car nor a valid driver license.

And she had not anticipated that she could not work at all in the media nor maintain her circle of friends. Additionally she had become much more dependent on her current employers than she would have thought. Her visa extension was handled by the legal office and it followed instructions by her employers, so that expulsion from the country was not excluded, if she would give up her job.

On the bright side, she did have the opportunity to study by correspondence and internet, when she had free time. Unexpectedly, she did enjoy most of her job. At first, it had been difficult to accept to work in a household also as maid, when she had aspired to become a journalist. However, being chief cook and bottle washer was not that bad when her employers were gone most of the time. She could use that marvelous home almost as if it were her own.

She had the help of a cleaning service for the house twice a week and the garden was main-tained monthly by a service. Mike did all repairs and weekly gardening matters, as well as all shopping needs. His main job was to act as security officer and body guard for her employers, if needed. Then he stayed overnight, mostly if her employers were present on weekends. Initially she had to care just for the baby and herself. And sometimes even not that, when Cynthia Cash decided to take the baby with her on short day trips. However, that meant for her to prepare milk bottles in advance.

It did not happen often, since thirty-eight year old Cynthia Cash was an actress with a tight schedule. Her radiant Mediterranean appearance was very much in demand for a sexy late night se-ries. She was always clothed very fashionable and she was very concerned about her looks.

Her husband Mark Cash did have even less time. It was a second marriage, for both of them. On pictures together with his wife he did not look imposing, since he was at the same height with her, and she always used to wear higher heels. Anyone ever being in the same room with him witnessed a totally different impression. His authority radiated from him like an invisible royal cloak. His wealth and his sharp-witted tongue made other people defer to him. He had a rather delicate stature for a man. However, he was animated by restless energy. His face possessed a lot of wrinkles and scars, which was not astonishing, given his age of sixty-one years. He worked as financial advisor for the film industry.

Two months after moving into the home of the family Cash, her easy time ended. Up to that stage she had to care just for the baby and herself. Then Mark Cash had decided to take care of his young son from his first marriage, who had lived so far with his ex-wife in Missouri. He wanted him to finish high school; in order to allow him to study later on at a renowned University. He called his ex for trying to arrange things.

Melisa had overheard this conversation. His ex-wife had always rejected any financial help from her former husband, but she been delighted about this generous offer for her son. This was not astonishing, given that the little boy had not been able to attend high school in his home town because of problems. The public high school did not accept him because of that and his mom did not have the financial means to afford a private one. Melisa did not learn which kind of problems, but apparently those had been rather serious ones.

Perhaps some reports in the tabloid press about actress Cynthia Cash and her new family had helped matters to progress, as both wanted to portray the image of being responsible parents. At least this was the assumption Melisa made. She had been asked to act as governess for the boy, beside her other duties in the household. She did not see any problems, as such a young boy would be easy to direct. Little did she know that the child she expected was not that young.

When she first saw Jim as he arrived from Missouri, she was not only shocked to learn that the supposedly little boy from middle school was instead more college age. In fact, he turned out to be an eighteen year old guy standing tall with his height of well above 6 ft. She was also amazed about the absolutely missing resemblance with his father. His skin color was very much darker than that of his rather fair-skinned father. In fact it had been easy to forget that Mark Cash had African roots, whereas there was no way to fail to remember this for his offspring. This was not the only contrast. His son Jim was rather calm in his behavior and did move slowly with the deliberate grace of an athlete. He sported broad shoulders and muscular legs.



The Incident

Meanwhile Melisa had gotten used to care for the slightly over-aged high school student as well as for the baby. She prepared meals and made sure that his clothes were cleaned. Additionally she assured that he did his school assignments and helped him learn for foreign languages.

One day she received a call from the school. The School Secretary informed her about a letter coming from the school. It would contain a formal complaint. Jim had been missing a class and more important, an oral test in the form of a presentation.

Later Jim and his father arrived at the same time in the House in the late afternoon. Without hesitation she informed Mr Cash about the letter in the entrance hall. He immediately called his son into the living for an interrogation about the reasons: "Why did you skip school?"

Jim hesitated, before starting to explain. He told his dad that this presentation would have led to very unpleasant questions about his previous school experience. Already once before a dispute about his former school problems had led to a fight with other boys. His father asked in utter disbelief: "You have avoided an unpleasant presentation, despite knowing it will be graded?"

Jim could only nod. His father started to turn red with anger: "I do not accept to have a son who is running away from unpleasant matters. I'll give you very good reasons not to miss school the next time! You will have a thrashing that you will not forget! Come here, bend over!"

Melissa saw that Jim was more than shocked: "But I'm no longer in the age..."

His father immediately interrupted him: "You are no longer in the age where you miss even one hour of classes, not in such an expensive private school. And this lesson will remind you of that!"

Slowly he removed the belt from his pants and doubled it up. "Come over here and pull your jeans down immediately!"

Melisa made to leave the living room; she did not want to observe the humiliation of the boy. But Mark Cash called on her harshly to stay as witness. Jim hesitated even more and blushed, but his father threatened to call his heavy bodyguard Mike if Jim would oppose him in any way. This threat was very convincing. Jim bent slowly and reluctantly avoided any eye contact with his governess, evidently feeling rather embarrassed. Even slower, he pulled down his jeans on his thighs. His father was visibly impatient: "Hurry now, underpants as well!"

Melisa could hear the pleading in his voice as Jim addressed his father: "Please don't make me do this!"

This made his dad sound even more indignant: "On top of it, you act like a coward. Do I have to call Mike?"

Jim looked as if he just hoped that he would vanish from the face of the earth. Melisa realized that the humiliation in front of her was almost unbearable for him, but he did not have any choice. He pulled down his fashionable blue Boxer shorts, while his head turned bright red. He closed his eyes, perhaps in order to avoid seeing his disgrace mirrored in her eyes. To undress in front of her seemed to be very embarrassing for him.

Melisa was standing behind him. She could not help herself but observe that Jim had a nice ass, as his dark skin spanned tight over his gluteus muscles. However, the impending grim situation made her chase that thought from her mind. Mr Cash raised the belt: "A dozen will teach you to never again think about missing school!"

Melisa heard the first blow only as dull clapping sound. His son exhaled sharply but did not utter any sound; apparently he did not want to show his pain to his governess at all. She guessed that he wanted to act like a real man, and disregard the pain. Although he succeeded to do that during the next three blows, an unexpected effect made apparently everything worse for him.

His penis started to react and increased a bit in size. His face turned beet red as that hap-pened. Accordingly his concentration seemed to decrease rapidly. The next sequence, he could no longer suppress a faint groan at each blow. Melisa became more and more fascinated as she per-ceived the slowly growing and uprising member of the young man. Despite her reluctance against this kind of humiliation she had to be forcing herself not to watch his erection in an obvious manner. It was impossible to ignore, as his member increased significantly in girth and length, while the glans appeared in all its glory.

But as Mr Cash started to swing wider to strike and Jim shrieked involuntarily, her fascination died quickly. She pitied Jim a lot, when he could no longer hold back his tears and sobbed on the last three blows. His father allowed him to retreat to his chamber. His son hastily fled the living, without any further comment. It was evident to her that he felt totally ashamed.

Mr Cash turned then to her without referring to the arousal of his son: "I'm holding you respon-sible for any other unwanted event. Tomorrow I go on a trip. If my son misses school again, then please tell Mike. I'll order him to act in my place. Only if the crime is followed immediately by the pun-ishment, young people act accordingly. You will then be performing again as available witness. This more than anything else will convince my son to forget about trying it again. Tomorrow I will instruct him accordingly in your presence. I know that he hates it to be humiliated in front of you. He admires you."

He perceived the doubts and the displeasure in Melisa's eyes. "You may not like my methods, but believe me, they are effective and that's what counts!"

Then he continued in a more relaxed tone: "I would like to see my son to become successful and try to get him on the right track. He has been way to long under the direction of his mom. I may use harsh methods to educate him, but that is only for his best. Please, provide him with a cooling and analgesic cream from the drug cabinet for the baby."

Melisa fetched a burn ointment and then went to Jim's room. She tapped at the door and en-tered immediately. Jim was lying on his stomach on his bed. He did not even turn his head: "I do not want to see anyone!"

She put the tube on his bedside table: "Here you are; I have put an ointment on the table."

Without another word, she went out of the room. She had recognized in his tone that he would not be approachable. She planned to talk to him very early the next morning, in order to prepare him for his conversation with his father.

The Next Day

Immediately after getting up, she remembered to check on Jimmy. She put on her opaque green satin bathrobe. She considered that as necessary, as her white nightie was a bit thin and might appear translucent. Then she went to Jim's room. Inside she regarded him. She was touched by the way he clutched his pillow in his peaceful sleep. He was sleeping, half on his stomach and half on his side. Then she sat down on his bed, softly stroking him over his hair and whispered: "Wake up, Jim-my!"

He muttered something, before his eyes opened up sleepily: "Miss Jasinski, what...?"

She just said that she wanted to ensure first that he was OK and whether she could quickly control his bruises. She had concerns whether it would look bad. He nodded, still dazed by the deep sleep. Only when she unceremoniously pulled down his Boxer shorts, he realized the issue at hand and wanted to protest out of shame. But as she gently treated him with the ointment and touched the bluish-red welts as gentle as with a feather, he gave up his protest and enjoyed instead the touch of her hand. She tried to act as a professional nurse might do, but somehow she felt awkward. Then she pulled up his shorts again and explained that this morning his father still wanted to talk with him about yesterday. In one moment he remembered all: "Miss Jasinski, why did you tell my father? How could you do such a thing to me?"

His voice had an accusing tone. She said: "It really pains me, believe me. But the school will send a confirmation, which is bound to come today. So it was inevitable for your dad to learn about it."

He did not accept this argument and continued to accuse her: "Why did you have to betray me? I felt so humiliated. I, I hate you!"

Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked away. Suddenly, he responded like a defiant teen-ager; he who in her eyes was generally so very understanding with his 18 years. She just told him that his father made her responsible for his education. His dad would explain it to him again. Then she looked sadly down on him, when she realized that her factual statements simply did not reach him: "I'm really sorry and it pains me that you hate me much now. We have been getting along rather well so far. What can I do so that we can come again to trust each other?"

He puffed shortly and scornfully: "You say that now, but what you really do is nothing."

She did pity the boy so much and she tried to get him out of his refusal mode: "Shall I prepare you a dish with your favorite dessert for today?"

Defiantly, he shook his head: "This is ridiculous! Why, can you imagine at all my situation? Do you know how I felt? I will not go to school today!"

Angrily, his eyes sparkled with fury. This new outburst was making her fear that his discussion with his father would turn bad again. She nodded: "It is certainly very difficult for you, but you have to go to school."

She saw already the next dilemma arriving. She gave her voice a tone implying how important it was to her that he was going to school.

Apparently his ears perceived that, as an idea seemed to flash up in his mind: "If you really want to win my confidence again, then you must put yourself in my situation. Then I go to school."

She replied softly and tried to argue her case: "But I can imagine it very well. You believe me, don't you? And today you will go to school, okay?"

He looked craftily at her and his eyes showed some mischief: "No, only when, well I mean, if you really put yourself in my shoes..."

She did not understand it immediately, or perhaps it was simply inconceivable to her. She looked at him questioningly.

Jim whispered almost fervently: "Well, if I may get you over my knee, so that you know how I felt."

She was shocked: "You are joking, aren't you?"

He confirmed his opinion in a solemn voice: Only then you would really be able to understand my situation! Else I will not even go to breakfast. I do not want to talk to him. He cannot make me go to school like that. My father wants to travel as soon as possible so he will not wait for me."

Of course, Melisa wanted to avoid a conflict between dad and son at all cost. It was certainly important that his father discussed the issues with him. Yesterday she had felt very sorry for him, but this proposal from Jim was more than awkward.

She felt under time pressure as the baby in the room adjacent to hers started to cry softly. She knew that it would cry louder in five minutes and then she would not have any time to persuade Jim to go for breakfast or to school. She had to make a decision quickly, which she would perhaps regret. However, it would save her from a large conflict between father and son, in the morning or for the next day. And she had a feeling; this renewed conflict would burden her even more than yesterday: "Okay, if you give me your word of honor that you will go to school then? And that you will trust me again? "

Jim nodded eagerly: "I promise it!" He got up from his bed very quickly.

Melisa immediately dampened his expectations: "...but only for two minutes and only for re-storing your trust in me!"

At once, Jim sounded very confident: "I will need only two minutes, but in full length. Get over on my lap, please!"

Suddenly Melisa felt she had butterflies in her stomach. She wondered whether she commit-ted a big error. She realized that this had a distinct sexual component. Of course she hesitated, alt-hough she already heard the baby becoming louder. She found it rather humiliating to allow this teen-ager to spank her. But it was probably this very idea he wanted to realize, so that she could imagine his discomfort from yesterday.

He urged impatiently: "The baby will soon start to scream."
She tried to calm down, as she got over the lap of Jim, but she did not quite manage to con-vince herself that this was not a big deal. Her breath was much faster than normal, as she slowly put herself over his thighs, which were covered only to a small portion with his Boxer shorts. Her behind was now the highest part of her body, as her face was close to her hands supporting her weight on the floor. This position gave her an uncomfortable feeling of helplessness. Through the thin fabric she could feel the warmth of his skin. On her left hip she could feel through his boxers something stirring. Involuntarily she could not help but think about his member which had stiffened so much yesterday.

But the next moment, his hand came down and landed smack on her ass and then right again. It did not really hurt, but she realized how her previous authority began to dwindle very quickly. At least in her mind it felt so. Her position recalled memories in her how her father treated her as a small child. Certainly she did not feel in this moment as the governess directing the education of a teenager; even less as he flipped over the bottom part of her opaque bathrobe. Instantly she worried that he might perceive the outlines of her panties through the thin fabric of her flimsy nightie. And apparently she had reasons to fear that, as his hand after the next swat remained for a moment on her behind; and she could feel his fingertips on the seams of her underwear. His sensitive fingertips would certainly perceive this. She became rather nervous.

When the baby cried angrily at this very moment, she took this as a pretext to get her out of this awkward situation: "Jim, the baby needs me immediately - you understand that..., don't you?"

Reluctantly he released her, but he did not insist in his task: " Postponed is not abandoned, Melisa."

She felt self-conscious, when she looked instinctively to his Boxer shorts and once again thought about the previous view of his stiff penis. But she did not forget the purpose of all her efforts: "Jim, you're going now to school right?"

He nodded and she sighed in relief. Although it had cost her a part of her dignity and authority, but she had certainly avoided a major conflict between father and son. And she would have hated to see Jim again so humiliated. Also, it was important to her that the boy trusted her again. She openly expressed that: "Jim, you trust me again, eh?"

She paused for a moment, to make sure that he agreed with her. Then she continued: "I would not like that you'll be caned due to school problems – promise me to avoid this?"

He nodded again without a word. She walked calmly out of the room. Later, when she served breakfast, she could hear his father explaining school was very important to him and why he would insist that Jim received good marks. And why he insisted about the continuous school attendance. He sounded now more rational than yesterday.

As she passed by, Mark Cash called her and confirmed again that he expected Melisa to be responsible for his son's school attendance. He was calling Mike to inform him about that, too. When he arrived, Mr Cash addressed his son: "Jim, Mike is not so gentle to deal with as I am. With him you won't be able to sit next morning on your chair, because he can handle very well a riding crop or the cane."

Mr Cash turned to Mike: "You know I made Melisa personally responsible for ensuring that Jim regularly goes to school. And therefore she will be present also in the potential punishment as witness. And I want you to punish Jim relentlessly, if she tells you that he missed school again. You may use up to twenty strokes with the cane, of course on the bare skin."

Melisa looked upset at him, not sure whether he actually meant that. Already his discipline act from yesterday had seemed to be rather stern in her eyes. She thought it overly harsh to use a whip or a cane. Jim looked upset yet tried to appear as cool as possible, but he seemed to notice her obvious dismay with joy.

Mike just nodded, as if this statement was something he heard every day.

"And when Melisa fails to mention something about his school attendance, we will terminate her job with immediate effect and get a new maid", his stepmother intoned maliciously.

Jim's head shot up at these words. However, his father closed the discussion before his wife could cause more unrest: "Go to school now, Jim!"

As he hesitated, his stepmom Cynthia was apparently not pleased to see that Jim still looked with confidence to Melisa. She remarked acidly: "Jim, for our house maid Melisa being terminated may mean the loss of 3,000 dollars."

At the mention of this sum, Jim became very thoughtful. He took a look at Melisa and a degree of uncertainty appeared suddenly on his face, which Melisa had not seen before.



Continuation of the story not excluded