Her Maid

I was currently seeing a girl from a somewhat wealthy family. The family wealth wasn't the drawcard as I had more than enough money of my own. Stock trading can be a very lucrative career. Some people consider it a form of gambling but if you do your homework the risk is minimal.

Getting back to my girlfriend her name was Caroline. A twenty year old blonde with eyes that were a greenish colour, seeming to change depending on the light. An excellent sense of humour and a touch of temper.

Her current residence was a very nice apartment in an upscale area. She also had a live-in maid, courtesy of her parents.

When I say girlfriend that's what she was. A friend who happened to be a girl. She was not my lover. This didn't mean that I wasn't interested in advancing the relationship in that direction, but Caroline was still holding back. I guess you could say the future of this relationship was up in the air.

One Saturday afternoon I was driving home and was passing close to Caroline's place so I decided to drop in and say hullo. I know what you're thinking. He's trying to see if he can catch her with another man. Not so. Like I said, currently we're just friends and I had no right to object if she saw other men. Of course the obverse was also true. She couldn't object if I saw other girls. (Not that that would stop her objecting if she wanted to.)

I rang the doorbell and Juanita answered. Juanita was the maid. About the same age as Caroline and a very pretty young woman. She had dark hair and dark eyes and her skin had a bit of a tan, not sure if it was natural or sun enhanced but it looked good on her.

"Leon," she said with a smile. "Come on in."

I did as bidden and followed her in, entering the lounge room. I settled down on the couch, returning her smile.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"I won't say no. Ah, Caroline?"

"Not here right now. Just a minute while I get the coffee."

Juanita vanished into the kitchen to fetch the coffee. I wondered where Caroline was and why had Juanita admitted me if she wasn't home? Juanita was back in a surprisingly short time, coffee and some biscuits on a tray.

"I was already preparing some when you knocked," she said. "It's always nicer to enjoy your coffee with a friend."

We exchanged small talk for a while and I finally asked the question. Again.

"Caroline?"

"Not home."

"Why didn't you tell me that when I knocked?"

"I fancied some friendly company with my coffee. Since there was none around I thought I'd make do with you."

Cheeky minx. I didn't bite, switching back to the subject I was interested in.

"When do you expect her back?"

"I'm just the maid. It's not my place to expect her back at a specific time."

I gave her a hard look at that crack. For some reason she was pushing it.

"What's wrong? Missing out on some pussy?"

"Two things wrong with that statement," I told her. "First we're not lovers. Just very good friends. That may change in the future and it may not."

"That's one thing. What was the other?"

"You seem to be under the impression that you can be cheeky to me and there'll be no consequences."

"Uh-huh. And if I tell you she's out with her new boyfriend is that being cheeky?"

I mentally ticked Caroline off as a lost cause. If she was dating someone else then I wouldn't get in her way.

"Depends. If you're just keeping me informed then it's just gossip, if you're telling me because you think it'll annoy me then it's cheek."

I gave her a bland look and smiled.

"You said consequences. What sort of consequences are you talking about?"

"Well, you're a very pretty little girl. I'd probably paddle your tail."

"I'm neither little nor a girl," she snapped.

"Compared to me you're little," I pointed out. "If you're not a girl I'll have to congratulate you for one of the best female disguises I've ever seen."

"Compared to you a great ape is little. I meant I'm a woman and you know it"

"I had suspected that you were of the feminine agenda," I agreed. "So now that we've established that you're both little and a girl I guess a potential spanking is back on the table. I note that you didn't dispute the very pretty bit."

I received patented look number three. (All women use these looks. Men don't.) Number three means you may think you're funny but you're not.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Don't be silly. Of course I would. The only thing protecting you from my righteous wrath is my inherent laziness. Of course, if you care to take off that maid's uniform I'd be seriously tempted."

"Ha! You'd like that wouldn't you."

"Naturally. You'd be a sight for sore eyes. Not that my eyes are sore but you know what I mean. So, have you the nerve to strip or not?"

Another nasty look but it seemed to me that she was also curious to see what would happen.

"A spanking. Nothing else!"

"Juanita. I've never thought of you as an idiot. Please don't give me reason to change my mind."

She blushed, knowing just what I meant. For a few moments she looked everywhere but at me, apparently finding walls fascinating. She still refused to look at me even as she started stripping.

Was I surprised? Damn right I was. What the hell went through a woman's mind that would encourage her to strip, knowing she'd get her bottom paddled, followed by compulsory sex? (That sounds so much better than rape.)

I was expecting that at any moment she would indicate that time was up and show me to the door. I mean, why wouldn't she? It was the sensible thing to do. Instead, without saying a word she put our coffee cups and the biscuit plate on the tray and carried it out to the kitchen.

A couple of minutes later she returned and I damn near went into shock. Not only had she taken off the maid uniform but also the maid's shoes, stockings, panties, and bra. Probably a suspender belt as well, seeing she'd been wearing stockings.

My immediate thought was that she hadn't played fair. I'd have greatly enjoyed watching her take off her clothes. My second thought was along the lines of damn, now I have to spank her. I'll admit it would be fun from my point of view but how would she react? One could never tell where women were concerned.

I carefully avoided considering what might take place after the spanking. Would, if I had my way.

I looked her over carefully, letting her see the appreciation in my eyes, hoping she didn't see the lust, and I was damned well feeling a surge of lust.

She was blushing but determined, defiant even. I, on the other hand, was feeling more confident as each moment passed. I rose to my feet, moving closer. She started looking a little more nervous but, at the same time, her defiance was rising.

I took her by the arm and drew her towards the couch. She was pulling back, showing her reluctance, but came anyway. I guess that being naked does sap your will to some extent.

I sat back on the couch and guided her to bend over her knee, her hands going behind her to protect her bottom. I gently pushed her hands aside, ignoring a mumbled protest. Then my hand came down upon her bottom - very lightly.

My hand started wandering, soothing its way over her bottom, just the lightest of touches. I ignored the way she gasped and twitched her bottom. When my soft touch moved between her legs and stroked her pudenda she finally protested.

"I thought you were going to spank me. This isn't a spanking."

"True, but don't worry. I'll get around to that in a moment. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry. I just want this over with."

"Really? Do you think you made a mistake?"

"No. I know I did."

I laughed, brute that I was. Then I dropped a quick spank. This was met by a scream and protest.

"That's not my bottom!"

"Sorry. That's just where my hand was and I forgot to move it."

"Your hand shouldn't have been there in the first place."

True, but it seemed to me that her pussy had been expecting some touching. Her lips were plump and pouting, indicative of a yearning for more attention. In my opinion I was just doing her a favour. Apparently not in hers. I gave a sigh.

"I can't help but feel that you're trying to make this difficult for me."

"Difficult for you?" She sounded outraged.

"Hush," I said, and finally dropped a firm spank on her bottom.

From that point on I paddled her backside, not hard, but enough to sting and warm up her bottom. She complained and protested but it seemed to me that her heart wasn't really in what she was saying. Instead, a thread of excitement was there.

I continued for a while, giving Juanita what I considered a reasonable spanking. Satisfied that she'd been sufficiently chastised I ceased the spanking, my hand wandering back to her mound, cupping it and squeezing slightly.

Sure enough, along came the expected protest.

"You stop that."

"Juanita, my love," I said softly, "if I stop this take one guess at what is going to happen."

"You wouldn't!" She stated it very firmly, but followed it up with a rather nervous, "would you?"

"I would and I will."

My hands sought out her breasts and closed over them. I then eased her into a sitting position on the couch next to me. I stroked her breasts for a minute or two, enjoying the feel of them, the feel of her hard nipples pressing against the palm of my hand. She did nothing to stop me.

I unzipped and placed her hand next to my open fly. A slight pause and her hand slipped inside seeking, finding, and grasping what she found there. I played with her breasts and her mound while she stroked my erection, a somewhat nerve wreaking experience, as I expected to erupt at any moment.

As far as I was concerned I was ready and she was ready so it was time to go for it. She moved willingly onto hands and knees while I knelt behind her. A single thrust and she was mine, with me fully inside her, her passage clinging to me.

That was only the start of course. Forget the old saying 'well begun is half done'. As far as I was concerned well begun starts the fun. I continued to thrust firmly into her while she happily moved with me, giving a vocal approval to what I was doing to her. I just set up a nice rhythm and settled down to see how long I could keep it up.

It turned out to be longer than Juanita was prepared to wait. I was biding my time, enjoying myself, by definition pleasing Juanita at the same time. Pleasing her too well as she started suggesting that I finish things. At least I think that's what she meant when she screamed 'finish it you swine'.

I put in a bit more effort and she screamed again, but this time it was due to her climax. I had one too, but I didn't feel the need to scream. (I did feel smug and self-satisfied)

Juanita made some more coffee and we drank it in silence, neither apparently feeling the need for small talk. I spent the time admiring Juanita's figure as she hadn't yet bothered to dress.

After her coffee she chased me out, saying she had things to do. I departed, smiling happily.

That evening I was contemplating calling Caroline when my phone rang. Answering it Caroline was on the line. She beat about the bush for a few moments and then got down to the reason for her call.

"Ah, Leon, I don't think I should see you anymore. I've met this guy and it wouldn't be fair to him if I went out with you while seeing him."

"That's fine, Caroline," I assured her. "We're only friends at this stage so it's fine. It's better for you to decide this sort of thing sooner rather than later."

She was grateful I took it so well. I wondered how she'd feel tomorrow night when I showed up to take Juanita on our date.