This series is based off of one of the fantasy sessions my partner and I have engaged in with each other. This is her favorite one.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
The maid, startled by the sudden outburst, quickly drops the items in her hand and stands upright. Patting herself down, she turns to face you and blushes. "Sorry. I...I go now," she stutters out, the Hispanic accent bleeding through her attempt at English.
"NO!" You shut the door behind you. "First you will tell me what you were doing. Then you will finish my room like you SHOULD have been doing." You take a step forward as you say this.
With the look of someone caught off guard, she stammers her way into an answer. "I...I...," her head goes down, "I clean room for you."
"It didn't look like you were cleaning to me." Stepping forward a few steps, you find yourself about ten feet from her. "What were you doing?"
"I will clean room." She turns around and walks towards the items she dropped. Grabbing the bed cover, she straightens it out, tossing a pillow towards the head of the bed. Walking around, she quickly does her best to make the bed look perfect.
As she does this, you glance at what she dropped. It looks like a pair of your silk panties, one of your stockings, and your best dildo. Shit, you must have left it out this morning. You look over at the maid. She looks a bit younger than the others. Maybe in her early 30's? Her features suggest a girl-next-door attractiveness to her, but her uniform prevents you from seeing what her body looks like. Heck, it covers everything except her lower arms and legs. As she is turned away from you, you move over to the items on the floor and grab them. The dildo seems to be inserted into the stocking, which wasn't how you used it last. It isn't wet, so you don't suspect it had been inserted yet.
The maid suddenly comes around the bed again, coming up to you. You grab her arm, stopping her before she walks past. You can almost feel the worry in her mind as she lowers her head. With her arm in one hand, you reach over with the dildo and rub it against her cheek. "You missed something," you add as she pulls her cheek away. You just pull her closer. Leaning in, you lower your voice to almost a whisper as your lips come close to her ears. "It's not nice to play with other people's stuff without asking." With a smile, you add, "Did you have something you'd like to ask?"
"I...I...I..." she hesitantly responds.
You pull her close to your body, leaning against her back. Still holding her arm, you reach around and rub the dildo against her cheek again, moving downwards to her neck. Her body shivers as you reach the top of her chest and move it back up her neck again.
"No stop," she manages to quietly gasp out as her breathing gets heavy. Her hands rest against her stomach. She tries to pull away again.
You run the dildo back up her cheek. Her head tries to pull away again, but only meets resistance as you let go of her arms and grab her chin. Pushing her face close to the dildo, you stick it against her lips. "Does that taste good?"
Her head shakes no. You can feel her jaw clenching shut. Moving your hand down from her chin to her neck, you pull her body close against yours, your breasts pushing against her back. Maneuvering yourself a bit, you push your legs between hers. Spreading her legs apart a few inches, she struggles again. Letting go of her neck, you quickly grab her shoulder before she can move away and bend her forward against the bed. Holding her down, you take the stocking covered dildo and lightly spank her. "You weren't doing your job." Spanking her with it again, you continue, "You aren't supposed to play with customer's things." You spank her a third time. "What were YOU doing?"
She finally manages to answer you, "I play with...with...thing." The fear is evident in her voice as she tries to answer you. Her body still struggles, but not as much.
"Do you like playing with toys?" you ask.
About a minute passes before she responds. "Yes," is all she is able to say. You are about to say something else when she speaks again, "I leave now?" Her whisper is barely loud enough to hear.
"Maids who play with customer's toys are bad girls. Bad girls should be punished." You spank her with the dildo again. With one hand holding her down, you reach forward with the dildo and press it against her face. Leaving it there, you reach for the zipper on the back of her uniform. Leaning forward, you lower your voice, "Bad girls should be punished." You grab the zipper and pull it down towards her lower back, exposing the back of her white bra. The zipper stops just above her ass. Grabbing the dildo, you run it down from her shoulders to her lower back, feeling her body shake as you do this.
Your legs are still between hers, spreading them wide apart. One hand still holds her down by the shoulder while you rub the dildo against her back. After a few strokes, you set the dildo aside again and bend forward, your own body almost pressed against hers. Her breathing picks up a bit as your body fully touches her. The years of yoga are paying off as you press your lips close to her neck. "Bad girls should be punished," is all you say as you grip the shoulders of her dress and pull them down around her upper arms. Her arms go tight as you cut off her movement. Her shoulders feel smooth as your rub your hands against them. "Have you been a bad girl?"
Nervously, you feel her breathing quicken further. As her head turns, the ponytail her hair is tied up in shifts from between her shoulders to her right shoulder. Her lips begin to move, but no sound comes out.
"I said, have you been a bad girl?" This time, your voice is a bit sharper.
"Yes," she manages to whisper out, just loud enough to hear.
Moving your legs, you quickly grab her body and roll her onto her back. Standing over her body, you grab the shoulders of her dress again and pull them down further. Her arms come out as the dress reaches her waist. Reaching under her, you grab the dress and pull it out from under her ass. With a final tug, the dress falls down her legs and onto the floor. The maid lays there, her arms quickly folding over her body, covering her simple white bra. The simplicity continues further down with a pair of white panties that, if any bigger, would look like granny panties. Gripping her thighs are a pair of white stockings that end with the sneakers she is wearing.
"What happens to bad girls?" Reaching down, you grab one of her legs and pull it up. She remains silent as you untie and remove her sneaker. Resting the leg on your shoulder, you grip the top of her stocking and begin to pull it off. You repeat yourself, "What happens to bad girls?" This time, her eyes widen just a bit, but she still remains silent. Setting the leg down, you put the stocking on your shoulder and repeat yourself with her other leg. Once again, you look at her and ask, a bit more forcefully, "What happens to bad girls?"
This time, she closes her eyes and remains silent. Once you set down her leg, you push your legs between hers again and reach for her wrists. With one in each hand, you pull her up so she is seated in front of you. "It's okay. We both know the answer. It isn't hard to say. PUN...ISHED." You sound it out for her like she can't speak English at all. Shifting her wrists to one hand, you grab a stocking and begin to tie her wrists together. This opens her eyes. "You're ready to join us again. What happens to bad girls?"
"Bad girl punished," she says, this time a bit quizzingly.