The kitchen was clean, not that it was ever really dirty. In fact, the house never really got dirty. But there was clean, and then there was what was expected by the Meyers. Lucia was very mindful at what Mr. and Mrs. Meyers expected. She had been employed as maid for almost three years now, a record according to the other maids in the neighbourhood. She looked around the spotless, shiny kitchen and sighed contently; he will be happy, she thought. For it was not Mrs. Meyers who she worried about, she was always away on business anyway. Mr. Meyers was different. He was home every night after work, on weekends he would work from his home office. He once explained to Lucia that since his home was his world, then it was not too much to expect that his world should be perfect. She had stood there as he towered over her, his voice deep and soft....but very firm, as she nodded her head in agreement. She had held her hands against her chest as he talked, hoping that he could not see them shaking.
Since that conversation she strived very hard to keep Mr. Meyers' house as perfect as she could; and while he was not one to praise, she found herself happy with a gruff nod of approval when he came home from work. At night, as she brushed her long black hair, she would replay that nod in her mind. With each stroke of her brush she found herself studying his face in her mind, the line of his shoulders, and the solid build of his 6'4 frame. But Lucia did not linger long on those thoughts.....yet when she would crawl into bed she could not help but notice the wetness between her legs, or the way her hard nipples would rub against the sheet. She knew it was bad to feel this way, the nuns taught her that much. Sometimes her life in Guatemala would seem like a dream, but moments like this, with the nuns' admonishments ringing in her ears; it seemed as if it was yesterday. She knew it was wrong to rock back and forth, letting the sheets tease her nipples till they were rock hard. She knew it was wrong to squeeze her legs together, letting her thighs massage her clit.....letting the wetness soak her legs. Nights were frustrating for Lucia.
Lucia was up bright and early the next morning, breakfast almost done by the time Mr. Meyers entered the kitchen. She was proud of her timing, and was rewarded with another nod. He devoured the steak and eggs she prepared and was off to work. She cleaned the breakfast dishes and headed to his office. There she began her usual routine, vacuuming, dusting and such. She always saved his desk for last. It was a beautiful mahogany desk, shined to perfection. Lucia always took great pleasure in making sure that shine never dulled. She would envision Mr. Meyers sitting before it, admiring how perfect his desk always looked, and he would know that it was Lucia who made it perfect. She began to feel a wetness between her legs...it wasn't right! Why was this happening now! Shocked, she turned quickly, bumping her hand into the vase sitting on the desk. Like a nightmare she watched the vase slowly fall, hitting the floor and shattering into a million pieces. Before she could process what had just happened, she heard a voice behind her.
"What the hell!"
She turned slowly towards the door to see Mr. Meyers standing there with a look of fury. The color left Lucia's face; she leaned back against the desk.
"Mr. Meyers, wha....what are you doing back?" She squeaked out.
Frank Meyers stared at his housekeeper. He could see how frightened she was, the color had left her warm, brown skin. Her heavy breasts rapidly moving up and down with her breathing. He always enjoyed looking at her tits, imagined rolling one of those sweet, brown nipples in his mouth, but to see them heaving up and down in her fear? Well his cock answered for him, it twitched against his leg.
"Lucia, are you questioning my right to be in my home?"
"No sir! Of course not Mr. Meyers I....I-" He began to walk towards her, she couldn't finish her sentence.
"What happened here? This was a very expensive vase, Lucia. This is very bad."
"I'm sorry! I'll pay for it!" He towered in front of her, hands clenched at his side.
"Oh, you'll pay for it. You were careless Lucia; I have to teach you not to be careless."
Before she could protest he grabbed her by her shoulders and spun her around. She stood still, wondering what was happening. She felt his hand on the small of her back; she felt her body go cold at his touch. Slowly he ran his hand up her back till it reached the nape of her neck, he grasped her long hair in his fist and pushed her body down, bending her over his desk. Her face was pressed against the mahogany; she could see her breath against the shine of the wood. She dared not move, dare not anger him further.
Frank stared at the ass displayed before him.....round and thick. His cock gave another twitch. She lay still...good little bitch.
"It's time for your punishment Lucia. I'm going to take your skirt off and spank you, do you understand me Lucia? I'm going to spank your ass and teach you a lesson."
Lucia's heart skipped a beat. "Please Mr. Meyers, it was a mistake. You cannot do that! You have no right!"
"Do you like your job Lucia? Do you want to keep it?" She didn't answer. "DO YOU!"
"Yes!" She screamed. "Yes Mr. Meyers!"
"This is my home Lucia, what is my home?"
She did not even realize she had been asked a question....all she was hearing was her own laboured breathing. She struggled to remember what he had just asked. "I...I..."
"Pay attention Lucia! What is my home?!"
"It is your world Mr. Meyers! Your world!"
He rubbed her neck softly. "That's right Lucia, and this is how we do things in my world. Unhook your skirt."
Lucia licked her lips and slowly moved her arms to obey. She had been spanked by the nuns at the orphanage....spanked for no reason other than her breasts were larger than most. An expensive vase was certainly a better reason. She could handle a spanking, another thing the nuns had taught her. She reached around her back, her fingers quickly finding the hooks to her skirt.
"Now put your hands back on the desk, palms flat."
She did as she was told, her body preparing for the pain. While keeping his left hand wrapped in her hair, Frank grabbed the waist of her skirt and pulled it off, letting it lay on the floor around her feet. He had a better view of that juicy ass now; she wore simple white cotton panties. He allowed himself to gently brush her right cheek with his fingers....she jerked slightly but settled down.
"Be a good girl Lucia, don't make this any worse than it has to be."
He brought his hand around and gave one good whack to that right cheek. Lucia gasped, eyes wide. He then gave another whack, left cheek this time....this time he got a slight moan. Frank's cock was jutting against his pants. Three more steady whacks in a row and Lucia barely moved. Of course he was just warming up. He then grabbed her panties, she jerked up at his action but he was ready. He slammed her back down and tore it off. She screamed.
"Mr. Meyers, what are you doing! Please, don't!"
He ignored her and gave her another whack on her bare ass, this time much harder.
