Maid For Her Pleasure

When i lived in with my Mistress J., on the days i wasn't working at my day job
i worked around the house as Her maid, often complete with wig, heels,
petticoats, frilly panties and make-up.
One morning i served Her breakfast in bed and helped Her get ready before She
went to work. i had displeased Her the day before and She had promised me a
punishment this morning. She led me into Her office by the ear and bent me
across Her desk for a disciplinary caning. Holding my skirts up daintily, i
danced and squealed through all twelve strokes (six on my panties, six with just
the back of my panties pulled down). She told me to stay in position over the
desk, then briefly left the room and returned moments later with a tube of lube
and Her favourite strap-on. She removed Her skirt and jacket, stepped into Her
strap-on and slowly but firmly penetrated my reddened bottom. Whipping me always
turned Her on and She gave me a good hard fucking until She came with Her 'cock'
deeply buried in my 'pussy'. Because i had been such a good gurl, wiggling and
pumping my bottom eagerly for Her, She said i deserved a reward. She reached
around me and started to stroke my clittie through the satin of my panties as
She pumped my 'pussy' vigorously. Of course i soon came in my panties, soaking
them with my gurl-juice.
After She had come a second time, She pulled out and pulled my panties up tight,
slapped my bottom and told me to get to work. She emphasized that i was to wear
my maid's outfit all day and that i wasn't to change or clean-up my panties. She
said that i would learn how real girls felt wearing wet panties. i dusted,
cleaned and cooked all day completely 'enfemme' and i loved it even though i had
already come. i felt so feminine and gurly with my petticoats rustling and my
stockings rubbing together. And of course, my damp panties and sore bottom
reminded me how gurly i really was. It was such a warm, submissive feeling to be
so feminine- this was my place and i loved it on a non-erotic level as well. i
knew i was safe, loved and appreciated as Her gurl.

Allison Submits

"A ripple of pure lust courses through me as I lower your pretty silk panties and I breathe slowly and deeply to calm myself. As I stroke your reddening bottom with the black leather paddle, I can feel the heat of your 'obedient' flesh. I smile as I note that the crotch of your panties are damp. Of course they are; a spanking is what you need so urgently despite the lady-like outward image you present. Once your business-like blouse and skirt are removed, your 'sophisticated' veneer is as thin as your silky panties.

I raise the paddle slowly then bring it down harshly on your beautiful pink bottom. The yelp it produces is so very satisfying- I swell and harden in my tight leather skirt. Several quick smacks get your legs kicking and your bottom waggling provocatively as you try vainly to avoid the paddle. But still you lift your bottom submissively for more. This is what we both need, this dance of dominance and submission. Your girlish squeals are mixed now with the excited moans of a woman. I pause again to let my own lust subside, then sit down on the bed beside you and snap "Over my knee, girl! Now!!"

You lie down gingerly across my lap, your face as red as your bottom. You look up shyly, appealing wordlessly for the mercy you don't really want and know you will not receive. I put down the paddle and stroke your trembling globes. My fingers slide slowly down your cheeks and between your legs. You feel my hardness beneath you and press against it wantonly. You murmur, "Please" as you lift your bottom high and part your soft thighs. My fingers glide across your wetness and tease the softness of your inner thighs. You gasp as you feel them caress your swollen labia.

You are so very wet. My fingers slip between your lips and caress your aching centre as my other hand spanks your eagerly offered bottom harder and harder, faster and faster. My firm, hot cock is pressing into your belly through my skirt as you squirm and wriggle so thrillingly. I love the way you are surrendering to me so eagerly, lifting and presenting to my hard hand even though I know it must be stinging you so much. I fight the almost irresistible urge to push you down over that heap of lacy pillows and take you fast and hard from behind, to feel that moist silky tightness of your hungry vagina hold me in a grip of velvet. But later; now it is the time for you to learn to submit to me in a new way. My fingers slide deep into your tightness, first one, then two fingers pumping as my thumb swirls over the sweet nub of your clit (I long to lick and suck it's sweetness). You are pumping so hard I briefly fear for my fingers. The slap, slap, slap of my hand on your red cheeks is counterpointed by the moans and gasps of your rising, irresistible passion. Your lovely red bottom thrusts so sluttishly as my fingers do their work. "You are a bad girl, aren't you," I gasp. "Oh, god, YES!! Punish me!!" you shriek, as the first wave of your orgasm peaks and starts to break. My hand is writhing, trapped under your plunging, shaking hips. I wet one finger of my spanking hand and plunge it deep into your forbidden rosebud. Your whole body seems to grip and spasm around my fingers as you come again and again, until the waves become ripples and the moans become purrs. You slide to your knees beside me and wrap your arms around me, nestling into my chest. I hold you gently, stroking your face and softly kissing your hair. "Good girl," I whisper. You look up at me with tears glistening on your sweet face and whisper back, "Thank you, Ma'am."