Maid Service

Maid Service!

You stand quietly, waiting for my instructions and I hand you the short feather duster and then watch as you go round the room and start work. You reach up to the picture rail and your short skirt rises with you and I catch a tantalising glimpse of your black panties and white thigh above the black stockings before you bring your arms back down. The maid's outfit suits you, I decide as I look at you carefully even though I pretend to be reading my paper. The little white mob cap sits on your brown hair prettily and the frilly white apron hangs down in front of your groin leading my eyes to that interesting area as you work.

The vacuum cleaner is loud and annoying like an irritating fly as you buzz around with it in the room after dusting and I tell myself to reprimand you later for disturbing me as I finish the paper and carefully roll it up into a baton. You stand still and wait patiently having finished your set tasks and I examine the room carefully, tutting audibly as I find a hint of dust and spot a speck of dirt that remains on the carpet.

"Not good enough, maid," I state calmly and then I look under the edge of the sofa and find the pound coin that I secreted there earlier and I show it to you and watch your face fall.

"And definitely not thorough enough! Bend over and place your hands on the seat of the chair."

You comply reluctantly, sighing as you settle into position and wait. I raise the hem of your skirt and tuck it into the waistband and then I pull your panties down to your knees and run the newspaper over the white skin of your bottom before using it to spank you with. You give a little gasp as the first blow lands and you realise how much the paper hurts now it has been rolled up so tightly and I give you a swift dozen strokes to warm you.

The pound coin in my other hand is annoying me and I need somewhere to put it so I bend down and slide it into your quim and tell you not to let it drop out. I can sense that you squeeze your thighs a little tighter and that makes your bottom cheeks tense and I spank them hard, leaving red imprints on each globe. Three minutes pass and your bottom glows; a beautiful rich ruby that I want to kiss all over but I am playing the stern master and so I go and fetch the feather duster and slide its tickling end between your thighs and tease you. I remind you not to let the coin drop as I see the edge of it sparkling and then I tickle you along your groove and watch you wriggle and squirm before I start to spank your thighs hard, edging them apart and making your job harder. The duster returns to your pussy and you writhe and wiggle and suddenly the pound falls and thuds on the carpet.

I pick it up and place it on your tongue and tell you to look after it there as I begin to spank your pussy lips, punishing them for dropping the coin. They react differently to your buttocks, softer, squashier, slipperier and the pain is different too as I can tell from your moans that increase in pitch and frequency. Three minutes there is enough to make the lips swell and throb under my palm. I roll the paper a little tighter then insert one end slowly inside your wetness, easing it up as your quim spreads wider then out as I see the staining patch decorate the print. Back in further and further until at least nine inches are inside you and then I make you stand and hold it in place as you face the wall in the corner of the room-a maid in disgrace.

Twenty minutes pass and you keep it there even as the paper becomes soggier as your wetness soaks into it and finally I pluck it out of you and toss it away. You bend over obediently and I take a peg and attach it to your labial lip on the right side. I thread a thin piece of elastic through the metal hole in the spring and tie it tightly then pull the elastic round your buttocks and hips and attach it to another peg which I clip onto the other labial flap and I hear you squeal as the pegs pull you wide. I allow you to drop your skirt and then I give you other tasks to complete and I watch you wince as the pegs bite into you as you walk out of the room to begin your jobs. There are tears in your eyes when you have finished and my heart goes out to you but I stay stern and strict and I tell you to go upstairs and after removing your clothing, to bend over the foot of the bed.

I walk up silently several minutes later, standing still on the landing and staring through the doorway to find your bare bottom facing me, raised and ready, while your head rests on the bed with your arms outstretched in front of you. It is such a marvellous sight that I leave you there longer as I stand and admire the glorious fullness of your bottom and then the wide splayed lips of your labia and the glistening pinkness within which contrasts with the darker fringed hole above it. I watch your buttocks flex and then tense up before spreading wider as you relax while the thighs tremble slightly with the effort of holding your bottom so high.

The first crack of the thick cane across your arse cheeks makes you howl and jerk forward as I give you no warning but creep into the room and bring my arm down hard. The second is gentler, a tickling stroke across your quivering rump as is the third and then I cut deeper and hard with the fourth. I allow myself no set pattern so that you cannot prepare yourself in advance for the searing strokes that leave thick red tramlines of bruised flesh behind. Twelve strokes leave you sobbing and wriggling desperately to try and ease the pain and I know that you are so keen for me to slide inside you and take your mind off the agony that is spiking into your body. I am strict though, a Victorian master in outlook and attire and so I lay six more strokes on, tracing a series of parallel stripes across your tender thighs.

Each makes you cry out and I think of the saltiness that is being shed for me and smile widely before I slide the tip of the cane into your tight groove and move it gently back and forth. I make you stand and put your hands on your head as the cane slips through your quim lips and then I still it halfway and tell you to clench it tight and to bring your thighs in together. Then I spank you, filling in the gaps where the cane has not touched you, warming your arse and reddening it, painting a picture in mottled reds and purples and pinks while you stand with tears dripping down slowly and steadily, a miniature waterfall that bathes your breasts. I catch a droplet and smooth it round your nipple slowly, feeling the bud rise and swell at my touch. I retrieve the cane and find it stained with your sweet nectar and I place it against your mouth and make you hold it between those lips instead so that you can taste yourself while I spank you harder, long crisp smacks that make you hiss and gasp.

I sit down on a stool and make you walk over to me and straddle my cock as it soars towards the ceiling, excited by your pain and your sweetness. Your quim brushes softly against my bulging glans as you inch closer and closer and my fingers slip inside you, stroking and sliding and easing out your juice so that it dribbles slowly onto my prick. I kiss your wet nipples, sucking in the rubbery buds and tasting your tears, salt water on your skin. I squeeze them hard between my lips then kiss them again before I bite lightly and feel you stiffen against me. Your hands remain obediently on your head, passive and unresisting as I torment your teats with my lips and tongue and teeth then I pull your hips further in towards me and force your hips down and you realise where my cock is heading.

Coated with your cream, the head presses against your pucker and I wait, enjoying the heat of your bottom hole pulsing against me as the clock on the wall ticks loudly round. I wait patiently for one long minute then put my hands on your thighs and press down lightly and feel your sphincter unfold slightly and allow me in. I stop again until another minute passes, sixty seconds of pure bliss as your stretched ring squeezes me gently then I ease in another inch then push down hard and slide all the way in while I stare into your soft spaniel eyes and watch them flare with heat and love and pain and pleasure; a veritable cocktail of emotions thriving in the mirrors of your soul. I use a thick leather strap to loop around your thighs and pass it under the stool and cinch it tighter and tighter, crushing you closer to me and me deeper into your anal orifice and restricting your movements totally.

I gaze at you and wonder...do you like me so close and so deep inside you? Are you desperate to come? Does my length feel good in your anus as it throbs and pulses with the delight of being inside you?

My fingers busy themselves in the nest of curls at the base of your belly, tweaking and stroking down into the soft quim that is almost sandwiched against me. I find the swollen stub of your clitoris and I torment it slowly, building your passion up until you begin to sigh and I feel the first shudder roll up from your thighs and I stop. Your eyes look bereft as they open while your peak flitters out of reach like an elusive butterfly and I smile and wait a minute, watching the clock tick on inexorably and then I play with your clit again. Your build up is faster this time and I sense the feeling inside you is even more intense until I stop once again as I sense you are reaching the point of no return. Your frustration is even more obvious this time and so I wait two whole minutes instead of one to punish you for the deep sigh and the look of resentment before I begin again. I had intended it to be third time lucky but now...I may have to carry on teasing, I think to myself as I feel the first stirrings of your body as it reacts to my fingers rubbing over the swollen nub of your clit while my cock stays rigid and throbbing inside you as it delights in the rippling spasms that betray your excitement.

I stop for the third time and I can almost experience the sinking of your heart as your pleasure drains away and the minute ticks slowly by before I begin to play with you once more. I start to jerk my prick up inside your tightness in tiny movements as I roll your throbbing bud between my fingers and I bend forward and suckle your nipples in one by one, pulling them hard between my lips as I unfasten the strap that binds us so tightly as you shiver and shake and then fall into the maelstrom of your orgasm while I thrust up hard into your tight bottom hole time and time again. A howl of ecstatic agony bursts from you as I come and send a geyser of sperm jetting into you; a fountain of white foam that races into your darkness.

I refasten the belt and wait, watching the clock tick on remorselessly, tirelessly until my softening shaft slips from you followed by my seed which bathes my cock and balls in slipperiness. Only then do I release you and then make you kneel and clean me, tongue tasting my fluids as my hand rests possessively on your head.