Ezmerelda Ch. 01: Spanking Clean
“Ezmarelda, would you please do something about the laundry today. And I’ll take tea in my study at ten thirty. I would like to have a word with you then.”
That voice, so deep and resonant produced by the exaggerated length of his vocal cords and formation of his throat, manifested itself in a deep, static, rumbling that always made her swoon. The tone seemed to cause a vibration in her very spine, tickling her so deeply that she blushed from the intimacy of the act of him just saying her name.
“Of course, Sir, it will be my pleasure. No cream but with raw sugar--you do like it very sweet and dark then?”
She gave him her smile—perfect teeth flashed white against her dark roast coffee colored skin. She spoke with a sultry innuendo every chance she got. Even Ezmarelda knew that sarcasm would not work on this big man.
He was a handsome man of large stature with exaggerated features that gave him the look of a character chiseled from dark stone. A few gray strands interspersed his long black hair, and burst into a white fog at his temples. He was at the height of his middle age but still exuded the power and passion of a younger man. He had a strong physique and a handsome distinguished look but his style had rough edges around the pretense of his refinement, giving you the suspicion that he was about to lose control in some way.
She folded the sheets rapidly now because she knew he was upset with the way she had allowed so much to pile in the laundry room over the past weeks. She had become much more interested in teasing the master than she was in the diligent care and running of his house. This was especially true now that she had realized he had taken to watching her in his sultry brooding way as she went about her duties.
She had first begun to notice how he watched her as she moved through his chambers. His eyes bore into her as she passed him in the halls and when she worked in his kitchen, she could not shake the feeling that she was being scrutinized, even when she was alone.
Of course, now that she knew he had been attracted by her charms, she seized every opportunity to flaunt them in his face. She always was a hussy who loved to tease the boys but in this man, in this setting, the privacy of his home, she found the perfect victim.
“OH! Let me get that, Sir.” She took delight in giving him long delicious looks down her loose fitting blouses at the tops of her breasts.
“No, that will be alright,” he would protest.
“It will be for your pleasure, Sir” she would say as she dipped low in display for him.
A glimpse at her cleavage or even the fine outline of her heavy breasts was always the first thing to turn an innocent encounter with a man into a hot intercourse of word/glances and thrusting innuendo. Even women were not immune to Esmarelda’s charms. They either took on an air of jealous disdain for her earthy beauty or the shrewd eyes of lust.
She also saved all her jobs that required her to be up on the low kitchen ladder or on a chair for days when she knew he would be in the house. In fact, she often would ask him,
“If it isn’t too much to ask Sir, could you steady the ladder while I change the lamp?”
She always chose her skirts and undergarments carefully on those days so that they would be revealing in some way. She knew in this kind of situation he could either see a good way up beneath them or at least see the pronounced outline of her panties though a thin material.
She also was very aware of the pants she wore. She had a full rear, very shapely, and a narrow waist. The effect when she worked on her knees was that her waistband of her pants opened out at the back revealing the delicate line of her spine all the way to the small triangle of her thong panties.
She knew well what a fine sight she was treating him to. She knew he was hers to control from the day his hungry eyes started feasting on her. Just when her teasing games seemed about to overpower him, just when she thought he was going to break down and pathetically plead for her sexual favors like so many before, he turned and said the unexpected.
He spoke roughly to her that morning. He had voiced deep disappointment. The house was a shambles, the dishes piled up, dust lay on lentils, things weren’t picked up, but his ire was most aroused by the growing accumulation of his personal laundry.
“Ezmarelda, you have been disappointing me lately with your performance.…. Things are falling apart around here in the house and if you do not improve your behavior you are going to force me to take stern action,”
“His scolding confused her. His tone, the severity of his words, his towering presence, all combined to frightened her. Yet, she was stimulated by the vibration of the moment. The fierceness of his demeanor, and her embarrassment at the reprimand, tangled with the pulsing in her loins and the tickling static his voice was producing. Her reaction was astonishing.
He was speaking in a loud tone. She couldn’t help herself. The smile broke her expression of seriousness and produced a furious reaction in him.
“You find this amusing? Well do you, Ezmarelda?
She did not know what had come over her. Maybe it was the fact that she felt ultimately safe with him, in his house and in his control. Maybe it was the feelings she had begun to experience whenever she thought of his strong hands, his attention being lavished on her. Now she fantasized about being taken roughly by him. But it was the deep feeling of passion and excitement that dared her to do what she did next.
She turned her back to him and tossed her long dark hair and said with a certain taunting self-righteous logic,
