I got home late again. I was still in a dark suit and my tie was loose. Entering the apartment I could hear her soft tinkling music from the music box she kept in my bedroom. I could hear her moving about the apartment. Her tiny bare feet padding on the hardwood floor. As I set my hat on the rack she turned a corner into the living room. She smiled briefly and quickly cast her eyes down and away.
"Hello sir! Your doll is so glad you are home." She bent at the waist stiffly. Mechanically. And straightened in two jerky movements. Her smile returned more porcelain gentility than eagerness. Her hair was a mass of ruby red curls like that of a ragdoll. Her body long and lithe giving her the appearance of a proper ballerina. I knew her differently. She was wearing a black and white maids uniform a hundred years behind the fashion. A black frilled skirt going almost to her knees. A wide white collar showing the subtlest outline if her ample cleavage. The tinnny music from the other room was the only sound as she waited for my command.
"Have you completed your duties?"
"I have!"
"Good. Show me."
She moved slowly in a robotic manner almost to the music exactly. Her movements were slow and graceful with only the smallest hint of jerkiness. She moved to the kitchen and waved her hand over the spotless counter-top. I moved near her and forced myself in her way. Her voice was stilted and small.
"All of the dishes have been cleaned and set away. Is Sir pleased?"
She turned to me forcing her eyes not to focus. This gave her a faraway and dreamy expression. I placed a hand on her waist to move past her. There was one dish left in the sink. Today was to be a punishment day.
"what is this?"
she had to lean very near me to look in the sink. She turned to me in a stiff spin.
"Apologies sir, there seems to be an unclean dish left in the sink!"
"Look at it." I commanded. She faced it again. I placed a hand against the back of neck and carefully forced her face down toward the plate. She moved willingly so I put only a small force yet I was firm. She had to bend at the waist to see it closely. Once there she put herself on tip toe unnecessarily. Her arms fanned out from her sides both palms facing out rigidly.
"Did you think that funny?" I raised her skirt with one hand.
"No,sir! Your doll did not mean to disappoint! Please do not be angry with her."
Her skirt lifted I found her firm round ass to be uncovered. My palm dominated her bottom for a moment before I pulled back and connected with a resounding slap. She yelped and she involuntarily arched her back raising her ass and breasts at the same time.
"You're doll is very sorry sir. Are you very disappointed?" My hand connected again there was another yelp. I left my hand there.
"And you're out of uniform as well? " My hand slipped along her cheeks and found her warm cleft. I moved the flat of my hand between her legs forcing her to spread her legs. She was rapidly getting wet.
"Oh! Sir! I had no idea you would notice." She was well aware that she was not allowed to refer to herself in the first person. She was baiting me.
"Are you malfunctioning?"
"No sir, please do not be angry with me."
"Clean the dish."
She immediately reached out for the dish and a sponge. She didn't straighten herself at all to do it. She was very disciplined. My fingers had found their way into her but other than a slight tremble she didn't alter her demeanor. The heat and moisture from her body was all the sign I had.
