The year is 1903 and well respected Sir Edward runs his large estate with the help of butler William and housekeeper Elizabeth. They have a staff of four maids, but Sir Edward insists that he interviews and chooses these girls.

Two of his maids are young and unquestionably pretty but the other two have grown heavyset and are getting on. With no compunction, Sir Edward sacks the older girls and makes it known in the village that he is looking for new staff. Most of the young women of the village know of his reputation, but a job at the manor is highly sought after. 

Elizabeth, the housekeeper, is tasked with organising the interviews. Each girl is sent into the front parlour, and Sir Edward quickly decides if they are worthy of further consideration. It takes him no time at all to eye up each girl, making them pirouette before him, sometimes telling them to remove any outer garment if their attributes are hidden. The rejected girls leave immediately while the possible candidates wait in a side room, wondering if they will be successful. 

All of Sir Edward’s maids are slim, around five feet six inches tall and pretty. Four candidates are waiting at the end of the initial viewing and are now called in one by one. Amy enters the room and sees the maid’s uniform lying across a chair. Sir Edward sits on the edge of an enormous dark oak desk, eyeing her up. 

“Take off your dress and try on the uniform.”

Amy is excited. “Oh, Sir, am I to be your new maid?”

Sir Edward stands, scowling, “You do not speak unless spoken to. I merely wish to see if you fit the uniform. Now remove your dress and try it on.”

Amy realises she has probably spoilt her chance of getting the job and quickly removes her dress.  But in her haste, she pulls off her camisole with the dress, revealing her pert breasts. She blushes, scarlet, and tries to put the camisole back on.

“Leave it be, girl,” he growls, “stand up straight, arms by your side.” 

He studies her breasts with growing interest and a growing erection. “Very well, try on the uniform.”

He watches as she struggles into the uniform, enjoying the movement of her firm breasts and erect nipples.

She looks good in the uniform and he tells her to put back her own clothes and then wait in the side room. Her breasts are again the focus of his attention, forcing him to adjust his thickening cock.

Each girl enters the parlour in turn and tries on the uniform so now Sir Edward has made his choice. Amy and Iris are the two he plans to hire. 

He calls for Amy. This time she enters the room very shyly wondering if she stands any chance of the job after her faux pas. This was all part of Sir Edward's plan: to create uncertainty.

“The housekeeper tells me that she thinks you will make a good maid,” he begins.

Amy smiles hopefully. 

Sir Edward continues, “However, I am not certain that you can do the work.”

He pauses, watching the disappointment on her face. “But I am prepared to take you on for a trial period. However, if you fail to carry out your duties satisfactorily, I will spank you on your bottom.”

He lets that sink in, watching her blush once more. “You must decide.”

She's about to speak but Sir Edward adds, “Remember, if you do not perform well I will punish you. Do you wish to take the job?”

Amy is torn but needs the work. “Yes, please.”

Sir Edward stands again, “Yes please, Sir!” he thunders.

“Yes please, Sir,” she replies meekly and runs from the room.

Iris is sent in next and also agrees to the same terms.

Sir Edward lets them settle in for a week or two before cornering Amy one morning in the guest bedroom.

“I’m not happy with the standard of your work,” he begins, "my washbowl was not spotlessly clean and the bottom sheet on my bed was creased. I am sure that if I checked every room I would find the same sloppiness.”

Amy knows that she will be in worse trouble if she argues, but it seems so unfair. “Forgive me, Sir Edward, but I checked your washbowl before…”

He does not wait for her to finish. “How dare you suggest that I am lying. You have made it much worse for yourself now.”

Amy murmurs an apology and waits, expecting to hear that she is to be sacked.

“Shut the door and prepare yourself for a hard spanking,” he barks.

She had tried to forget that part of the interview and now blushes at the prospect of being spanked like a child. She closes the door and turns to face him.

“Come on, girl, get your clothes off and bend over the bed.”

He opens the corner cupboard and lays a thin cane and a tawse on the bed. 

Amy has removed her uniform and stands, shaking, in just her drawers and camisole top. 

“I said get your clothes off, girl.” 

Reluctantly, Amy takes off her camisole and then slides her drawers down and steps out of them, trying her best to cover herself.

“Stand up straight, arms by your side, legs apart.”

Amy cannot imagine any shame greater than this, knowing that her private parts are on show to Sir Edward. 

He is enjoying this enormously, stroking her firm breasts and noting how quickly her nipples respond, swelling and hardening to his touch. He drops to his knees and runs his finger along her slit as she shifts uncomfortably while his probing forces her legs further apart. Now her juices are running.

Sir Edward realises this is working out better than he could have hoped and turns to adjust the discomfort in his breeches.

“Bend over the end of the bed,” he instructs and picks up the tawse.

’Thwack’,’thwack’, ‘thwack’, ‘thwack’, ‘thwack’, ‘thwack’. He is impressed by her bravery. He traces the marks on her firm buttock cheeks, allowing two fingers to slip into her moist slit.

“Oh, Sir, please don’t,” she whimpers.

“I will do as I please,” he responds, “and from the juices here,” again he runs his fingers along her slit, “I think you want me.”

“Stand up, face me.” He strokes her breasts, kneading her hard nipples gently until she groans. 

He places a large bolster pillow on the end of the bed and instructs her to lie across it, which raises her bottom. He lays down the tawse and picked up the cane, swishing it through the air. 

Amy whimpers at this. 

Swish, swish, and Amy cries out. 

“Quiet, girl or I will hit you harder.”

Swish, swish, swish, swish. He watches in satisfaction as the red lines appear. He fondles her beautiful round bottom and slips his fingers into her quim.

Sir Edward slips off his breeches; his erection is full and hard and she lies there, legs apart, juices running. 

“It is obvious to me that you wish me to enter you, is that right?”

Amy knows she has no choice but she is aware of the most amazing sensations. She has felt nothing like this before. 

“Yes, Sir,” she replies.

He slides his thick cock a short way in, feeling the tightness of her young vagina. 

Amy feels his cock filling her slit and groans. He pushes in a little more and reaches for her breasts, now pointing down over the bed and so firm. He tweaks her nipples, sending a ripple of energy through her body. Now he is in her; she wants more and pushes down on him, feeling his rigid penis going deeper and deeper. Then he pushes his full eight inches into her so she cries out in surprise at the fullness inside her. 

He begins to fuck her, gently at first, then faster and harder.

Amy cannot believe the feelings going through her body - electric pulses - and suddenly she cries out from amazing sensations in her cunt. At the same time, he shoots his load and cries out in pleasure. 

They lie like that for a while. After a short time, he gets off the bed, puts back his breeches and enjoys the view of her pert bottom, her young thighs and her dripping swollen slit.

“Get dressed and continue your work, Amy. I will see you again in a week or so and see if your work has improved.”

Amy does not want the feelings to pass and stays on the bed for a short while longer after he has departed. Eventually, she rises, cleans herself, dresses and returns to work.