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.
