A Spanking in the Kitchen

Reality TV seems to dominate the cable networks these days and none are more prevalent than shows set in kitchens and restaurants. Now what RH wants to know is why they don’t bring a little more spanking into these shows? Ok, the excessive use of expletives may have some shock-value and be mildly amusing at first but after a while the constant beeping coming out of the TV’s surround sound system can quickly give a chap a headache. Surely with the wonderful array of artillery available to them celebrity chefs would find more inventive ways to discipline errant underlings for failure to place a green bean perfectly or not pairing perfectly symmetrical carrots on a plate.

I am very fond of cooking and like most writers I have a tendency to weave my own life passions into the story-lines (yes RH is not just a one-trick-pony) so at the Woody Back to School Unit food is taken very seriously. The kitchens are run by Ms Dotty Hammell, the Dame in charge of Cooking, and Cassie Cassy who herself was a celebrity chef before her unfortunate incarceration.

Dotty and Cassie run their kitchens with a discipline that it would behoove TV’s celebrity chefs to learn from.

In this extract from the soon to be published Volume 19 – A Tiffany Box the squirming bumbags of Debs Morton are given an unfortunate lesson in kitchen decorum. Unfortunately I do not have any appropriate images in my archives of kitchen spankings but nonetheless I trust that you will still enjoy.

Deborah Morton was deeply regretting the amusing aside she had chosen to offer into the proceedings. Dotty Hammell was lowering Debs down across her lap in the middle of the kitchen. Debs had good reason to fret. Earlier in the term Dotty had put her over her knee and given her six cracks across the bumbags with her dreaded wooden spatula. Unwisely after the spanking, when Debs had thought Dotty’s back was turned she had stuck out her tongue. With fortuitous timing the Dame in charge of Cooking had turned around. Very calmly Dotty had called the Grand Master and after closing her cell phone had plonked Deborah down across her lap for a second time, rolled down Debs chef’s baggies, followed by her bumbags and given her twelve more scalding spanks on her bare bottom.

Ever since Mr Humphries had taken over the facility the gastronomic well-being of the inmates had taken a turn for the better. Declaring that he saw no reason for the Woody gals to survive on the gruel served up by outside contractor’s he had appointed Cassie Cassy as Director of Cuisine and quadrupled the budget. He had also announced that the unit’s kitchens would become self-sufficient and that all of the inmates would be required to support Dotty and Cassie in the kitchens.

Dotty and Cassie ran the kitchen like a military operation. At lunch-time the kitchen crew had only one hour and ten minutes to prepare almost a hundred soups and exotic salads. The crew needed to be at their stations slicing and dicing ingredients and preparing dressings. Time was at a premium and efficiency was paramount. Preparation of food was the only subject matter allowed on shift.

Dotty Hammell had trained as a chef at a prestigious culinary school in Théoule-sur-Mer outside Cannes. She progressed to work at a famed restaurant overlooking Lake Geneva where she had learned the true art of kitchen discipline. Tutoring under the perfectionist Teutonic chef Nicolas Knecht she regularly lined up alongside her colleagues at the end of her shift to be spanked for failure to place a green bean perfectly or not pairing perfectly symmetrical carrots on a plate. It was a lesson well learned.

At the age of twenty-two she won a competition for her composition of serving a combination of Vegetarian Moussaka, a mille feuilles from fig and mocca, a Taleggio cheese soup, smoked quail breast and green tea noodles as finger-foods. She followed up with a main course of crayfish with a pumpkin seed crust served in with yellow beetroot butter sauce, a wonderful three color creation with a just a hint of a scent of lemon. She topped it off with a dessert of a gingerbread heart with cranberry and mascarpone mousse. She was hired as head sous chef at the exclusive Wellbury Hotel and returned to the Smoke.

She applied her lessons from Knecht in her new kitchen and imposed discipline with a wide variety of kitchen utensils. Dotty and her staff gained a reputation for providing a menu of exotic offerings, all cooked to perfection on plates designed to excite the senses of her wealthy clientele.

However, Dotty also had a wild streak and after her kitchen closed she often stopped by the clubs and parties inhabited by the Extreme Ladettes. She incurred two convictions for Misdemeanor Ladetting and was advised by her counsel that she faced the prospect of seven years at the Big House without the possibility of parole if she was charged again.

She began to notice peculiar coves hanging out in the dining room of the hotel. Dotty assumed they were government agents as they rarely tipped more than five per cent and always wanted blank receipts that they assured the wait-staff they would fill in later. She began to become nervous.

By chance she spotted a small advertisement placed by Ms Lawton seeking a Dame to teach Domestic Science at the Woody Back to School unit. Dotty applied for the job.

At first Susan Lawton was reticent at hiring a potential inmate but when Dotty explained her techniques for maintaining discipline in the kitchen the former Grand Dame immediately put her on the staff.

In many ways it had been a frustrating time. Teaching Domestic Science was unfulfilling and she was astonished by the poor quality of food supplied by the outside contractors. She constantly begged Ms Lawton to turn the kitchen over to her but was constantly rebuffed by budget constraints.

When Mr Humphries finally turned the tide and placed her and Cassie in charge of the food chain Dotty Hammell was determined that she would run a kitchen of the quality she had in her previous life. She rolled down Deborah’s baggies and raised her spatula in the air.

Deborah’s leg jerked backwards as the spatula collided with her bumbags. She was stretched out across Dotty’s lap in the middle of the kitchen area. The cooking crew had temporarily stopped slicing and dicing and were watching the proceedings intently.

Debs gritted her teeth and adjusted her position back into a full drape. Dotty Hammell was particular about such things and Debs knew that the Domestic Science Instructor wouldn’t continue until Deborah’s body was correctly aligned. The Dame wouldn’t say a word; just wait until her victim resumed the correct position. Wearily Debs stretched her arms and legs out so that only the tips of her fingers and toes were balanced on the floor. The second smack cracked downwards. Debs head jerked back and her mouth opened into a silent howl.

Debs took her time stretching out. Much as she hated being in the somewhat ignominious over the knee position she was in no hurry for the next crack of the spatula to arrive.

Cassie Cassy looked up at the kitchen clock impatiently. The spanking was taking up valuable time and she was growing concerned that several of the dressings might not be completed by the time the inmates turned up in the cafeteria. Despite her hair-brained existence Cassandra Cassidy took the business of cooking very seriously. She furrowed her brow and willed Dotty to get on with it.

Dotty waited patiently. She knew that Deborah would eventually put it up and keep it up. She glanced over at Cassie who scowled and pointed at the clock. Dotty nodded and gently prompted Debs to stretch out. Deborah groaned but she slowly complied.

Dotty took Debs by surprise and fired off two cracks in quick succession. Debs back arched and her legs crooked at the knees. She slumped forward in a semi-drape, her shoulders heaving slightly as she caught her breath. Slowly she gathered herself and stretched out again. She lowered her head between her arms and thrust her buttocks up gamely as if tempting Dotty to give it her best shot. Ms Dotty Hammell took aim and raised the spatula in the air.

The last two strikes landed just milliseconds apart and echoed around the kitchen like rifle shots. Debs hands and feet left the floor and it appeared to the observers that she might have levitated if Dotty hadn’t maintained a tight grip around her waist. Debs slumped forward whistling between her teeth and shaking her head in bewildered consternation.

Dotty Hammell set the spatula to one side and clapped her hands. “Back to work ladies,” she said, “fun’s over and time has been wasted.” With that she gave Deborah a friendly slap on the rump and yanked up her baggies.

Debs didn’t feel much like lunching. As soon as the buffet was established she excused herself and hurried out of the kitchen.

Upstairs in her study she rolled down her baggies and inspected the damage that had been incurred by her derriere. The curve of each segment of her rear end glowed a quite alarming red and she could feel the heat with her hands several inches from the surface of the flesh. She frowned. Sitting down was going to be a challenge for the remainder of the afternoon.

She kicked off her baggies and undid the buttons of her kitchen blouson and shrugged it off. She took off her beanie and shook out her hair. She turned the shower on to cold and stepped out of her underwear.

Debs leaned forward and placed her hands on the shelf that housed her and Rosemary’s soap and hair products. She bent forward and thrust back her hips letting the cold jet of water cascade down her scalded rear end. It was a peculiar sensation. Momentarily the cold water inexplicably seemed to accentuate the heat on the surface of her flesh. She clenched her buttocks involuntarily but after a few seconds the water seemed to help a little.

Debs toweled herself off and pulled her blouse and gymslip out of the closet. She dressed quickly and then knotted her tie around her neck and her red sash around her waist. The heat in her backside was still barely tolerable but she put that to one side. She pulled on her red and black striped blazer and fastened the top button. Deborah picked up her cane from a side-board and headed for the library.

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