This is story I am currently working on - Should finish it soon. This is an early part of the story.

Terror at the thought of her unpunished flesh being beaten meant the lecture was received in a daze. Suzannah, once again pacing furiously, recalled some comments on duty, discipline and justice and she remembered how she had found herself focussed on the horror of his decree. She had found herself blushing as he had told the maid she would place herself in front of her master and have her flesh bared for a spanking.

At his command, the girl had silently turned a chair towards her master and bent with back to him, displaying her modestly covered back and now readily-curved bottom, as she held onto the sides to the chair. Suzannah had realised the girl’s practiced acquiesce revealed a history of such spankings at her husband’s hand, but her thoughts had been interrupted by the repetition of her name on his lips, once more:

‘My Lady. Please prepare the girl for her chastisement. I want her skirts raised. Her carelessness and thoughtlessness does not, however, merit less than punishment on her bare flesh. You will also lower her undergarments.’

As Suzannah recalled the shameful incident of her first experience of aiding another woman with her clothing the pacing once again faltered. Her ladyship was also remembering that further flicker of awe and horrified excitement she felt as she clumsily, and with unpractised hand raised the girl’s skirts. Once again, her kindly husband and guardian became the powerful authoritarian she had seen on that fateful day she had first witnessed him chastising the maid. She had struggled with the weight and volume of the girl’s skirts and petticoats and pushed them up and over her back, leaving the long, thin drawers as the girl’s only covering and realised that this was a temporary protection only.

‘Now, Suzannah, I require the girl’s drawers to be lowered’

The sound of such vulgarity on her husband’s lips was as shocking to Suzannah as the act she was required to perform – never had her very proper husband ever named a female undergarment, let alone issue orders around it. Despite her shock, fear and hesitation, she felt a strange mixture of gratitude and revulsion as her husband guided her through her task. The less delicate language remained shocking as were his expectations, but somehow, the explicit instructions allowed the modest young wife to comply:
‘You will unbutton her drawers and loosen the drawstring’

Suzannah had only later realised her husband’s detailed knowledge and familiarity with such garments. He had, after all, never loosened her garments – a task for her maid or occasionally, herself only. She had realised with further blushes that his passion for a disciplined household had provided him with an unusual knowledge of his serving maids’ underpinnings.
As Lady Suzannah’s nervous and unpractised fingers struggled with the buttons and strings, she heard her next set of instructions, once more shocked at Lord strap’s earthy and shocking vocabulary:

‘The drawers must be lowered to reveal the whole of her naughty, disobedient bottom. I particularly require access to her lower regions, where I intend to make her flesh sing. By pulling the drawstring, Suzannah, you may tie off her drawers below this area to leave her bottom bare for my attentions, but provide her with some undeserved modesty as I do not intend slapping her thighs for this particular infringement….That’s right…Just there…Just pull the strings, Suzannah and tie them together.’

As she had complied in a shocked daze, worse was to follow: