(F/F, lesbian, humiliation, domestic, spanking, BDSM, non-consensual)
Humbly, I knelt down on the kitchen floor and scrubbed at the stains with the stiff-bristled wooden brush. My knees hurt already, but what I was not prepared for was the intimate tingle inside my most private part as I saw out of the corner of my eye that Aniela, our Polish au pair, was sitting (sitting!), watching me scrub. Her skirt did not reach past her knees, and between her legs was visible the glistening pink triangle of her panties, not quite obscured by her slim thighs. The shiny pink triangle seemed to be sending a message, "Surely you can see that if you are down low enough to see my panties, you are submitting to my will."
Perhaps I had been working her too hard again. If she felt overworked and tired, it was probably reasonable for her to tell me so and take a break. Brown-haired, pale-skinned, attractive in an Eastern European way, Aniela was an efficient au pair if slightly too assertive for an ideal employee.
I did not like the way she had practically `instructed' me to finish the cleaning because she was too tired, and she had now done this several days this week! She was too darned cheeky. But maybe I was too ready to give in. I always avoided conflict, I always had. And for some reason I wanted to please her.
"You still need to lose some weight," Aniela observed, staring at my skirt-covered bottom which was sticking in the air as I cleaned.
"What a nerve," I thought. But she was right. And I preferred a fellow girl to say it than my husband. I would have to diet more over the next two weeks. David was due back then and I wanted to be pretty for him.
"I have to go out to the shops now Geraldine," announced Aniela. "Please could you finish off folding up the washing when you have finished the floor. I have done some of it, but I do not have time to do it all. If you can see the children to bed, I will be back in time for supper."
I gritted my teeth, but said nothing. Aniela was too useful to annoy and it would take weeks to find another au pair if she left. David thought she was great too and I didn't want any au pair difficulty to irritate him when he returned after a long business trip.
***
"May I use your shower today? Aniela said. Mine is not so good."
Did I agree? Of course I did.
I should stand up to her, but something kept stopping me. Whenever Aniela spoke assertively to me, my whole body quivered with a combination of anger and electricity, with nervous fear, with (and it was so hard to admit this to myself) sexual tension.
A few minutes later, Aniela was calling me from the bathroom, "Geraldine, how does this work? I cannot make it go."
I answered her appeal. There she was, in the shower, naked and unembarrassed! Her firm body glowed with health as she fumbled with the shower controls. I could not help but notice that her pubic area was completely shaved, white and smooth. I knew that my own pubic area was an untrimmed mess. I would have to see to that before David returned. He liked me to be neat and tidy.
The shower tap was low down and I leaned across Aniela to show her how it worked, when something happened. My face was inches from her shaved pubic area. My attention was drawn, irresistibly, to the finely hewn cleft of her vagina. I paused. My pussy tingled. Aniela silently put her hand on my shoulder as if to say, "It's all right Geraldine."
A strange power seemed to take me over, to draw me towards Aniela's sexual area. My body began to move in slow motion. I ignored the shower controls and instead gazed, hypnotized at Aniela's pussy. I gently, gently buried my face into her pure loins, sensing the delicate scent of my au pair's vagina and nestled my lips against it. My tongue slipped out a fraction to taste the flavours of Aniela's intimacy. I realized that I had longed for weeks, deep within my subconscious mind to do this, but my body and my soul never realized that the moment would come.
***
An hour later, I prised myself away from my position on the king-size bed between Aniela's naked thighs. I would have to be at the school in 20 minutes to pick up the children. Aniela was slumbering gently, enjoying the aftermath of three orgasms. My skirt was all over the place and my underwear was half way down my thighs. My mouth was sticky with my au pair's intimate wetness and my hand was sticky with my own juices as I had tried to make myself come, only to be instructed by Aniela to concentrate on her, not on myself.
***
Geraldine, I know it is not right that we share your bed at night, announced Aniela. It is better if you take mine. I take yours.
"But Aniela, that is my bed, it's mine!" I protested from my kneeling position, picking up the kids' toys. "Why does she always raise important things when I am on the floor?" I thought to myself.
"Geraldine, my bed is not so good. Your bed is bigger and nicer. You know you should be in the small bed," continued Aniela.
She stood over me, right against me and lifted up her skirt, hiding her face so that I could only stare at her delicate, lacey white panties through which her pale skin shone around her just-visible slit. Her scent of sex and musk flooded over me. She pressed her panties against my face.
I surrendered. I kissed her panties, feeling the soft intimate cotton against my mouth. I pressed my lips against her pussy. I felt my clitoris stir.
Aniela passed her hand underneath my skirt and felt around until she found the gusset of my generously-sized, unsexy, women's briefs. She gave me a quick little rub along the material covering my neglected pussy and withdrew her hand. "You and your little pussy will be in the servant's bed from now on please."
"Please, please touch me there again," I begged to her.
