Maria walked down the empty hallway of her family's manor, heading towards the quiet, abandoned wing of the house. She walked quickly, eager to get there. Her mind buzzed. Her father had informed her that she was to marry some backwater noble named Cornelius Leafcaster, a man she had never even laid eyes on, and she was just supposed to accept it. She sighed in frustration, her father never listened to her, never once thought to ask if this is what she wanted. Finally reaching the last door on the left, she stepped inside, taking a deep breath to calm her anger. The room she entered was empty aside from a long couch, and the maid who was lighting the last of the candles that brightened up the dark room.
"Good evening my lady. Is everything alright?" The maid asked, her face creasing with concern. She was the same height as Maria, at 5' 8", but that was all they had in common. Maria was soft and curvy, with an ample chest, whilst the maid was small and slim. Whilst Maria had long flowing black hair, the servant wore her mousy brown hair in a bun. The maid's eyes were a clear blue, and Maria's were green, and they were dark with lust as the two women looked at each other.
"Everything is not alright Emma, but I do not wish to discuss it". Maria took a breath as she looked Emma up and down thoughts racing through her mind as she forgot her troubles. She's always so happy to serve. Always so eager to please. She loved her so much, and was looking forward to using her tonight.
"Strip for me pet," Maria commanded as she slipped off her dress and moved to sit on the couch.
"Yes my lady," Emma replied, beginning to undo the straps of her apron. Maria watched with hungry eyes as the white fabric fell to the ground. Slowly, teasingly, Emma continued to undress until her uniform lay in a neat pile on the floor. She bent over to slowly remove her white cotton panties, then dropped to her knees, awaiting her Mistress' command.
Maria rose to her feet, walking closer to her, and ran her hand over the maid's shoulder. She was in nothing but her black silk bra and panties now and smiled as she looked over her servant.
"Good girl." She purred as she allowed her hand to wander down Emma's body, gripping and squeezing at her soft breasts as she walked around her. "Now bend over on the couch while I get ready."
"Yes ma'am." The maid answered as she stepped over to the couch and laid herself over one of the arms. She was exposed to her Mistress with her ass in the air, thighs slightly parted to reveal that her pussy was already growing wet.
Maria smiled, walking over and looking through the bag she had left by the door. She knew Emma was trying not to turn round and look as she pulled out her paddle first, then a small whip made of soft black leather. She then pulled out her old riding crop, feeling a small thrill as she held it in her hand. She walked behind Emma, slipping a finger inside her and making the maid gasp in surprise.
"Now I'm going to spank you pet, and you're going to thank me every time I do. Is that understood?" She asked, slowly fucking her with one hand, and running the tip of the crop down her back with the other.
"Yes ma'am." Emma eagerly answered as she tried to look over her shoulder.
"Good girl." Maria smiled, removing her finger from Emma's wet cunt. Licking her fingers clean, she started to drag the tip of the crop up Emma's thighs. Emma letting out a small moan as the crop moved upwards, brushing against her clit. She pulled the crop away, leaving her servant wiggling her ass as she awaited what would come next. Then as quickly as she had pulled it back Maria struck, the sound echoing through the room.
"Thank you, ma'am." Emma moaned, the crop leaving a pink mark where it had struck. Her cheeks were flush and her mind was rushing as she waited for the next strike with both excitement and fear. She loved being vulnerable, being used, especially by Maria, by her lady. As far back as Emma could remember she had always found her Mistress beautiful, and when they reached their teens she delighted in their secret kisses and rendezvous away from the rest of Maria's family. Eventually, they both wanted more though and so Maria had found them this place and together they had begun to explore and more. It's how Emma had found out that she loved to be hit, to be bound, and choked, and that Maria loved to choke, to bite, slap, and use her. Emma loved every second of it, and she loved Maria for it.
The next strike cut off her train of thought as she felt its sharp sting. Without thinking she bit her lip and sighed, savouring the pain before feeling another strike against her ass.
