About a week had passed since our last encounter. I promised myself to stopped submitting to the bratty girl. I was an educated, accomplished adult. Mandy on the other hand, didn't work & her parents paid her bills. I was better than her, I told myself.
It was late afternoon. I was in the laundry room folding her clothing again, trying to convince myself this didn't count as submission.
I walked past her in the living room. She sat flipping through the channels again.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked sweetly, still flipping through the channels.
Keeping walking, I told myself. But still I stopped & turned to her.
I stared at her blankly. When she didn't see me move, she rolled her eyes & gestured to the messy living room.
"I am not your maid," I said rudely.
Her amused expression immediately dropped.
"I think you need to remember who is in charge here. This apartment belongs to me, & so does everything in it."
I stood my ground, staring at her with resolve despite my knees shaking & an urge, buried deep within me, that desired to drop to my knees & beg her for forgiveness for my disobedience.
She watched me for a moment before standing tall & taking a few measured steps towards me. She looked me in the eyes. She radiated confidence & dominance. One look. That was all it took. Her eyes left me & dropped to the ground & back up. A clear command.
I dropped to my knees, a small gasp left my mouth, my obedience surprising me. She smiled down at me smugly. She walked back to her spot & sat down like a queen at her throne. She returned her gaze to the TV but beckoned me to her with two curled fingers. I immediately crawled to her, resuming my place beneath her feet.
She watched TV for longer this time, 45 minutes, all the while acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
This routine continued. Each evening I returned home to work. I cleaned up after her then crawled on my hands & knees to act as her personal foot rest.
One night, we broke our routine. She was out with friends. I took a long shower, feeling strangely sad about not spending time with her for our nightly ritual. When I stepped out of the shower, I opened the bathroom door to see her sitting in the living room, flipping through channels.
The minute she recognized my presence, she snapped her fingers & pointed at her feet.
I stepped towards my room, "one moment, Miss. I will just change quick—"
"Now, bitch." She immediately snappy, cutting me off.
Shocked, I dropped my gaze to the floor timidly & took tentative steps towards her in my damp towel. I dropped to my hands & knees, keeping one hand at my chest holding my towel protectively against me. She lifted her feet & dropped them heavily on my back, only to quickly lift them again.
"Remove the towel," she said annoyed.
"But-but—" Without hesitating, she ripped the towel from my body & spanked my ass hard once on each cheek. I cried out in surprise.
"Do not speak back to me," she shouted. This was the final straw.
I went to stand up, raising my voice, "How dare—"
She cut me off, gripping my hair painfully & dragging me back to my position on my hands & knees. I cried out from the surprise & the pain on my scalp.
"You. Little. Fucking. Brat" she yelled, punctuating each of her words with a firm spank on my burning ass.
I struggled against her, all my building anger from the past two weeks & my raging humiliation steaming from me.
But despite her delicate stature, Mandy was strong, holding me firmly in place for my spanking.
Her hand continued to punish my reddening bottom while I cried out in pain & indignation.
Without losing strength or speed, she asked me, "Now are you going to be a good little bitch or do I need to continue to remind you of your place?"
"Fuck you!" I yelled. If it were possible, she spanked me even harder.
Yet to my confusion, despite my raging emotions against the conceited & privileged woman, I felt my pussy quivering with each spank.
She paused, releasing my scalp from her punishing hold. I immediately went to stand, when her hand spanked me hard again. "Don't move, bitch." To my surprise, I didn't. I froze on my hands & knees, my smarting ass still raising for her to punish.
She lifted her dress & grabbed the sides of her panties, dragging them down her long legs. She grabbed my hair again, yanking my head back.
"Open." She commanded. I gripped my jaw tightly & glared at her.
She smiled down at me evilly. "Open wide for my wet, used panties to go in that dirty, disobedient little mouth of yours, just like you've been using that pair of my panties you keep in your bedside table.
I gasped surprised, & she used the opportunity to stuff her panties in my open mouth. They were wet with her arousal.
"Good pet," she said smugly. "Now arch your back & present your ass to be punished like a good little girl."
With my humiliation still simmering, I followed her directions, pressing the side of my face into the carpet & presented my ass to her.
She resumed to spank me, slowly building in speed & intensity.
"You're going to learn your place in this apartment whether you want to our not" she huffed, the exertion she was feeling from spanking me evident in her voice.
I moaned into her panties from either pain or pleasure, I am ashamed not to know which.
She continued to spank me until I sobbed pitifully.
She suddenly huffed & sat back on the couch, tired from my spanking. I remained in position, feeling thoroughly humiliated & dominated.
She laughed lightly & smugly at my obedience. "Not so proud now, huh?"
I remained silent. "I've had enough of your little attitude & demonstrations of disobedience around here, brat." The name stung, knowing I had been using it to describe her since I moved in.
"Go crawl into the corner. I want you to kneel facing the corner. Do not remove the panties from your mouth & don't you dare rub that naught ass of yours. I want you to hold your elbows & displayed your red little cheeks for me to admire."
I lowered my head & followed her directions. I could feel her smug gaze follow me.
After a few minutes, she returned to watching TV. I stayed in position for thirty minutes, feeling humiliated & submissive.
"Crawl to me, pet." The name made something in my pussy stir. I turned & followed her direction, resuming my place under her feet as her personal foot rest.
"From now on, I am not playing around your little independence act. There will be rules from now on. Understand?" I didn't dare question her, my ass still smarted & burned from my punishment. I just kept my eyes down.
Suddenly she yanked my head back by my hair, lifting my gaze to hers. "Understand?" she asked more sternly. I nodded vigorously. She nodded, smiling without loosening her grip. Her other hand slid down my back, rubbing my welted ass for a moment, making me whimper pathetically. It slid further to cup my sex, making me whimper louder & widen my eyes at her.
She raised her eyebrows at me, daring me to question her. After a moment, she began tracing her fingers lightly up & down my slit.
"You're so wet, little pet." I moaned slightly at the nickname & looked at her questioningly & with lust evident in my eyes.
She circled my clit lightly, laughing at my small moans.
"Do you taste me on those panties in your mouth?" She asked, knowing I couldn't answer.
"I came in them while you were in the shower. I was imaging you on your hands & knees, obediently supporting my legs." She slowly eased one delicate finger into me. My eyes rolled back in my head & I moaned loudly, sucking her flavor from the wet material in my mouth.
"You were completely naked," she whispered huskily in my ear, slipping one more finger into me. Suddenly popped her long fingers from my needed center, she spanked my ass hard. "And you had a large plug up your naughty little ass." I cried out from the pain & the intense desire for her to finger me to orgasm while I imagined what she was describing.
I looked at her begging. She laughed in my face, still gripping my hair painfully. She lifted one leg around me & arranged me so that I was between her knees. She opened her hand before my mouth, inviting me to spit our her panties, which I did.
"Go on, bitch, taste it straight from the source," she urged, guiding me by my hair to her wet lips.
Everything in me was screaming to fight her off, to scream for help or to tell her again to fuck off. But instead I looked her in the eyes submissively while slowly licking from the bottom of her slit to the top. She smiled at me triumphantly. "Good girl."
I smiled & continued to lick her gently.
