It was another Saturday night and Lindsi hadn't quite finished up the house. She still had to vacuum the Master's office on the second floor, and he was due home in a few minutes. She hurriedly went for the vacuum, pulling out a tangled web of cord along with it and proceeded up the stairs.
More quickly than she should have, she began pushing the vacuum back and forth, using all of her strength against the stubborn carpet. She was almost finished and was working on the corner of the room, right of the doorway, next to the Master's expensive French vase he'd gotten some three months ago for his birthday from a business partner. No sooner had she pushed the vacuum forward, did the vase come crashing down into some twenty or so pieces.
"SHIT!" She exclaimed aloud.
Lindsi knew the Master would be furious when he found out. But it also had occurred to her that he almost never paid attention to the damn thing. She fell to her knees in a desperate attempt to pick up the pieces and throw them away before the Master found out what she had done. In her desperation, she heard his large steel toe boots coming up the stairs.
"Oh no..." She thought to herself. "He'll surely have my neck now. I just know it."
Faster and faster she tried picking up the pieces, her hands shaking terribly. She reached for the smaller pieces first and disposed of them in the nearby trashcan. She reached for a larger piece a bit too quickly and managed to cut her finger on the jagged edge. Just as she drew back her hand from the shattered mess before her, she saw out of the corner of her, two steel toe boots turn to face her.
"What happened?" Said the Master in a cold, hard tone.
"I-I bumped the table your v-v-vase was on, s-sir." Stammered Lindsi, her face tearstained.
The Master let out a long, irritated sigh before reaching down and grabbing her ponytail. He was a brute of a man whose grizzly face and coal black eyes could scare nearly anyone. Standing at a good 6 feet tall, some 230 pounds of nearly all muscle, her small body was nothing compared to him. A mere 5'7 and 120 pounds, she was weak and frail compared to his massive size. He was able to pick her up off the floor without breaking a sweat. He tightly held on to her dark brown hair and pulled. She winced out of fear more than anything, but the pain was certainly a factor there. Slowly and roughly, he pulled her hair up until she was standing on her feet, her face down, so as not to infuriate him further.
"What have I told you," he hissed through his teeth "about FUCKING UP MY THINGS?!"
"I-I'm sorry, M-Master... It was a-an accident!! P-Please..." Lindsi pleaded.
He let go of her hair, but was quick to grip her chin roughly and force her head up to see him eye to eye. She began to whimper and sob a bit more, before he jerked her head to get her to stop.
"STOP CRYING, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" he shouted at her tearstained face.
She bit her lip to keep it from quivering so much and shut her eyes tightly to try and stop the tears. Her breathing had quickened and her heartbeat was near dangerous. She could feel his cold eyes penetrating at her.
"Open your eyes and look at me, Lindsi." He said all too calmly.
She did as she was told, only to see that he now had a rather dark smirk on his face. She knew what this smirk was. She'd seen it often when she'd first gotten the job as his maid. He required that she wore a rather revealing maid's outfit, so she was used to being gawked at by this disgusting man.
"You know that I have to punish you," he began coolly. "You can't just get away with something this serious."
"B-But sir, I-I..."
"SHUT UP!! I have not asked you to speak, woman!" he sneered.
Just as soon as she had opened her mouth, she'd closed it and looked toward the ground. Her chin was aching from his grip. She let out a small grunt of discomfort to hint that she was in pain. He merely smiled at her.
"Does this hurt, woman?"
"Y-Yes sir. It does." She whined.
He brought her face close to his. So close that she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"Then you should have been good girl."
Before she knew it, he had jerked her head to side with so much force, that she fell on the large pieces of vase still on the floor. She let out a tiny scream of pain as the pieces sliced her skin, but that only excited the Master further. She looked up at him, and noticed his member standing tall before her.
The Master looked down at her with an evil, controlling grin and began to undo his belt buckle. He slowly slid it off of himself and snapped it at her. Lindsi's eyes widened with fear and she began to slowly back away from him.
"Ah ah... you stay there, woman." He warned. "I told you that you were going to get punished, and that's exactly what's going to happen."
Ignoring him, she continued to back up, too afraid to get on her feet, or even look around for some way out of the situation. Before she knew what was going on, she had backed up into a corner.
"Silly girl." Chuckled the Master.
With great force, he raised his belt high in the air and just before she opened her mouth to beg, it had come crashing down on her skin. A huge surge of pain shot through her entire body and she let out a rather loud scream.
The Master drew back his belt and smiled. He liked seeing her like this. She was his. His to own. His to mistreat. Again he raised his belt high in the air and again, he sent it crashing down on her fragile skin. Another yelp of pain and another as each horrible lash fell upon her.
After some twenty minutes or so, the blows had stopped. She opened her tearful eyes and looked up at him. He seemed quite pleased with himself. His hard on had actually gotten larger during her beating.
