Maid for Spanking

by Paige Tyler

  He studied her as if trying to decide if he’d heard her right. After a moment, his mouth quirked. “If you don’t do as you’re told, you’ll find out.”

  Colleen’s pulse skipped a beat. This was it. She could either do as he told her and put the code back the way it was, or deliberately disobey him and leave it like that. She folded her arms and gave him a smirk.

  Steve’s blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses. He was looking at her as if he was trying to decide whether he should call her bluff. What if he thought she was joking? He had to know she wouldn’t tease him about spanking her if she didn’t want him to do it. Then again, men didn’t do subtle. Maybe she should spell it out for him.

  She opened her mouth to do just that when he put the keyboard he’d been using back on the desk and got to his feet.

  Colleen’s heart beat double time as took her keyboard from her suddenly nerveless fingers and set it on the desk.

  “What are you doing?”

  His mouth quirked. “I told you to do something, and you didn’t do it, so I’m going to spank you.”

  She didn’t resist when he took her hand and gently pulled her to her feet. This close, she could smell the cologne he wore. On its own, the fragrance would have been delicious, but mixed with his manly scent, it was intoxicating.

  Colleen opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Mostly because she was too busy being captivated by those blue eyes. Which were, at that moment, locked on her lips. He was going to kiss her.

  Maybe that spanking could wait.

  But Steven didn’t kiss her. Tightening his hold on her hand, he sat down in the chair where she’d been sitting a moment ago and slowly guided her over his knee. Colleen went without protest, balancing her hands on the floor and lifting up on her tiptoes a little to thrust her ass higher in the air. She always changed out of the jeans and T-shirt she wore while cleaning into something else when she switched to her programming job. Usually, it was shorts and another T-shirt, but today she’d worn a tank top and a short skirt. Had she subconsciously dressed like this knowing she was going to provoke a spanking?

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked.

  “I was just fooling around. I was going to fix it.”

  The words came out before she had a chance to think. She bit her lip. What if he let her off with a stern warning not to do it again instead of spanking her?

  He placed his hand on her lower back. “I’m not paying you to fool around, Colleen. Am I?”

  She shook her head, but didn’t answer, and he gave her bottom a sharp little smack that made her gasp.

  “I didn’t hear you,” he said, punctuating the words with another smack, this time a little harder.

  “No,” she squealed.

  “And you’re not going to do it again, are you?”

  “No.”

  “I’m still going to spank you, just to make sure of that,” he said.

  Steve didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before bringing his hand down on her upturned ass. Colleen let out a startled yelp, but unlike the other times he’d spanked her, she didn’t struggle. She squirmed, though. She couldn’t help it. As much as she wanted this spanking, it still stung. But in a good way. Though not nearly as good as it did when he stopped to cup her ass through her skirt and give it a squeeze.

  She moaned, unable to help herself. His hand felt warm through the thin material, and she silently begged him to shove it out of the way. He must have read her mind because he slowly inched up her skirt to reveal her tiny bikini panties.

  Colleen felt herself blush. She couldn’t remember how many times she’d fantasized about Steve baring her bottom for a spanking. None of those fantasies compared to how much of a turn-on it really was, though, and she let out another moan as he rested his hand on derriere. She waited for him to start spanking her again, but instead he caressed her ass. She bit her lip. She could have him do that all night.

  Apparently, Steve had other ideas. A moment later his hand came down on her cheek in a stinging smack.

  “Owwww!” Colleen yelped, surprised at how much more the spanks stung without the protection of her skirt.

  Steve ignored her protest, his hand falling in an easy rhythm that had her squirming and wiggling around on his lap. It didn’t help that her skimpy panties rode up higher and higher with every smack, exposing more of her ass cheeks. Ouch, her skin was sensitive there.

  All at once, Steve stopped in mid-spank. Colleen automatically opened her mouth to protest, only to gasp in surprise when Steve yanked down her panties. She lifted up on her tiptoes, hoping to make her bottom an even more inviting target.

  The first smack on her bare ass made her eyes go wide. Crap, that stung something fierce. But it also felt amazing. The dampness between her legs ran down her thighs. Could Steve tell how excited she was?

  Abruptly, Steve changed his technique, pausing after each spank to give her sore ass cheeks a firm squeeze. Every time he did it, his hand lingered a little more on her bottom. She spread her legs a little, silently begging for his touch. His fingers brushed the skin of her inner thighs, hovering tantalizingly close to her pussy.

  “Steve…”

  Colleen hadn’t realized she’d spoken his name until he said “What, Sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” she breathed.

  The word was out before she could stop herself. But even if she could have taken it back, she wouldn’t. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted another man.

  Her pulse beat wildly as Steve took her arm and helped her to stand. Her panties slid down her legs to pool at her feet, but she didn’t reach for them. She didn’t reach back and cup her red-hot ass cheeks either, even though they were stinging like crazy. In fact, she couldn’t do much more than stand before him and gaze into his incredible, blue eyes.

  She stepped closer to him until she was standing between his legs, then reached out and slowly took off his glasses. Holding them in one hand, she cupped his jaw with the other and bent her head to kiss him.

  Steve pulled her close with a groan, his hands going beneath her skirt to cup her stinging ass cheeks. Colleen gasped against his mouth and pressed herself more tightly to him. His erection strained against his jeans, hot and hard with promise. Her knees suddenly went weak, and she was glad he chose that moment to gather her into his arms and onto his lap. She whimpered at the feel of the rough material of his jeans as it brushed her tender bottom. Chuckling, he slipped one arm beneath her legs and picked her up, then got to his feet. She didn’t have to ask where they were going as he carried her out of the room and up the stairs.

  Once in his bedroom, he set her down gently on the bed, chuckling softly when her eyes widened as her freshly spanked ass touched the blanket. His look of amusement quickly changed to one of desire as she slowly lifted her tank top over her head. His hungry gaze feasted on her bare breasts. He started forward, but she held up a hand.

  “Uh-huh.” She leaned back on her elbows and drew up one leg, giving him her best sexy look. “Lose the clothes first.”

  Steve chuckled, but was quick to oblige, stripping off his shirt, then his jeans. Her gaze went from his broad shoulders to his muscular pecs and six-pack abs before finally taking in his long, well-muscled legs. Damn. Clearly, he made put that home gym of his to good use. He was seriously built…everywhere. His hard cock stood out fully erect, the clear pearl of liquid on the head evidence of his arousal. He was perfect.

  Before he could climb onto the bed, Colleen scooted forward to the edge and reached out to take him in her hand.

  When he sucked in a breath, she lifted her head to look at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

  He chuckled. “Not at all.”

  “Good.”

  Giving him a smile, she ran her tongue over the head of his shaft, licking off the glistening drop of pre-cum there. He tasted sweet and a little musky and absolutely delicious. She let out a little moan as she licked her
lips.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed.

  Eager to see if the rest of him tasted as delectable, Colleen wrapped her lips around him and slowly moved her mouth up and down his length. She took him a little deeper each time, until he was finally touching the back of her throat. Steve slid his hand in her hair with a groan.

  “Damn, that’s good,” he rasped.

  Colleen wrapped her hand more firmly around the base of his cock, bobbing her head up and down faster and faster. The act was so pleasurable, so hypnotic that she didn’t think about how close to orgasm he might be until he tightened his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her away.

  “You’re going to make me come,” he whispered. “And as amazing as that would be, I want the first time to be inside you.”

  Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, he urged her back on the bed before standing again so he could ogle her half-naked body. He must have decided the skirt was in the way because he reached down and dragged it over her hips and down her legs with an insistent tug.

  Colleen inhaled sharply as the fabric scraped against the tender skin of her freshly spanked ass, reminding her of the pleasant punishment he’d just given her. She didn’t have much time to think about that, though, because Steve had already spread her legs and was kissing his way up her inner thigh. She threaded her fingers in his silky hair, trying to guide him exactly where she wanted him to go, but he resisted, instead nibbling and kissing everywhere but there.

  “Please,” she begged. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  Steve lifted his head to gaze up at her with smoldering eyes. “All you have to do is ask.”

  She groaned in frustration. He was really going to make her say it? “Lick my pussy. Please.”

  His mouth quirked. “Your wish is my command.”

  Now it was her turn to gasp as he moved his velvety tongue up one side of her pussy and down the other. Every so often, he’d circle her throbbing clit before wandering again.

  It was maddening. It was exhilarating. It was mind-blowing.

  But there was just so much teasing she could take. Just when she thought she’d go crazy from his own brand of sweet torture, he zeroed in on her clit and swirled his tongue round and round the sensitive nub.

  Colleen clutched the sheets in both hands, forcing herself to hold still when all she wanted to do was writhe on the bed. As excited as she was, it wasn’t going to take her very long to orgasm.

  Well, she would have come if Steve hadn’t pulled away seconds before she was about to plunge off the cliff. What the hell? But he was already settling between her legs, a condom on his penis. When had he grabbed that? She opened her mouth to ask, but all that came out was a moan as he entered her.

  Colleen wrapped her arms and legs around him even as he pushed his cock deeper. The move made her tender ass cheeks grind against the bed and she gasped. At least she thought she did. She wasn’t sure because Steve leaned forward to close his mouth over hers, and then all that came out was a moan. He slid his hands underneath her ass with a muffled sound of his own to firmly grip her sore cheeks. The sensation was almost enough to make her orgasm on the spot. Her pussy spasmed around him.

  “Fuck me, “ she whispered against his mouth.

  He did, pumping in and out with deep, powerful thrusts that made her whole body tremble. She tossed her head back on the pillow, moaning as he trailed kisses down her neck and pushing her relentlessly closer to the edge. She wanted to hold off, wanted to make the pleasure last for hours—all night, if she could.

  But it was impossible to stop the tidal wave, and finally she gave into it, screaming her pleasure. Steve found his own release, letting out a hoarse groan as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

  It was a long time before Colleen floated back down the earth. Steve had pulled out and was lying beside her, his arm around her, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths beneath her cheek.

  She absently ran her finger over his pecs. “That was amazing.”

  He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll second that.”

  They both fell silent for a time. Then,

  “Was it just my imagination, or did you purposely provoke that spanking?” he asked.

  Colleen blushed. “You don’t mind, do you?”

  He chuckled, the sound soft and sexy in her ear. “Not if it’s going to result in sex like that every time. I thought you didn’t like getting spanked, though.”

  She pushed herself up on her elbow to gaze down at him. “I didn’t. Not at first anyway.”

  “What changed your mind?”

  “I’m not sure, really. After the spanking you gave me that day for finding me in your computer room, I kept fantasizing about you doing it again and—“

  “Fantasizing, huh?” he interrupted. “Were you dressed up as a sexy French maid?”

  “No.” She laughed. “Actually, I think I might have been naked in most of my fantasies.”

  “Naked’s good, too.” He grinned. “But just in case you ever want to, I don’t know roleplay in the bedroom let’s say, a sexy French maid really works for me.”

  It did, huh? “I’ll remember that.”

  His grin broadened. “Okay, back to what you were saying. About fantasizing.”

  She shrugged. “It was kind of crazy, really. One minute I was cleaning the living room in this sprawling ranch-style house, and the next I was picturing you spanking me for leaving streaks on the TV screen.”

  He frowned. “If you got turned on by getting spanked, why did you make me promise never to do it again?”

  “I’m not sure, really. Denial, maybe.” She gave him a shy look. “Is it the same for you? I mean, do you get turned on by spanking me?”

  Steve slid his hand in her hair and pulled her down for a kiss. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear before. But the sex before? It was absolutely the greatest sex I think I’ve ever had.”

  Pleasure surged through her at the compliment—along with a mix of other emotions she wasn’t ready to give a name to. She straddled him and leaned forward to put her hands on either side of his head.

  “If you thought that was great,” she said in her best sultry voice, “just wait for round two.”

  Chapter Five

  Steve warmed her ass every chance he got over the weekend. While that made for some earthshaking sex, her poor derriere was a little tender by the time Monday morning came around. Not that she was complaining.

  Colleen smiled as she ran the feather duster over the bookcase. Steve was at a meeting with some gaming company executives, so she had the house to herself. While she and Steve had spent plenty of time making love the past two days. They’d also spent a lot of time just hanging out and talking. Surprisingly, they had a lot in common besides programming. Even though it was definitely way too early on in their relationship to consider something as crazy as falling in love with him, she could see how it would be easy to do.

  Eager to be back by the time Steve got home from his meeting, Colleen hurriedly finished up cleaning, then dropped off the minivan at You’ve Got It Maid before stopping by her apartment to change clothes. Unfortunately, it took longer than she’d hoped and Steve’s SUV was already in the garage by the time she got to his place two hours later. There were also several police cars in the driveway. Fear gripped her.

  Heart racing, she jumped out of the car and hurried up the front steps. The uniformed officer standing inside the doorway held up his hand.

  “Just a minute, Ma’am,” he said.

  Colleen frantically looked over the man’s shoulder, searching the entryway for Steve “What happened? Is Steve okay?”

  “Mr. Hughes is fine,” the cop assured her. “Who might you be?”

  She was too busy trying to see into the house to answer right away. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him standing off to the side talking with another police officer, this one in plain clothes with a badge on his belt.

  “I’m his girlfriend,” she t
old the cop in the doorway, then brushed past him and over to Steve. She would have thrown her arms around him, but the look on his face stopped her in her tracks. “Steve, what happened?”

  His blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Like you don’t already know.”

  “Know what?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Colleen. I know you took them.”

  The detective glanced up from the notebook he’d been scribbling on to regard her thoughtfully.

  She ignored him and turned her attention back to Steve. “Took what?”

  “The damn hard drives from my computers, that’s what.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Someone stole your game?”

  “Not someone,” he snapped “You.”

  She stared at him, speechless. He honestly thought she’d stolen his game?

  “Why don’t you let the police do the investigating, Mr. Hughes?” the detective said to Steve, then looked at her. “May I ask your name, and how you know Mr. Hughes?

  “Her name is Colleen Palmer and she’s a computer programmer I hired,” Steve supplied.

  A computer programmer he’d hired? That was how he thought of her? Not as his girlfriend, or lover, but as a programmer. That hurt almost more than knowing he thought she was a thief.

  The detective slanted Steve an impatient before turning back to her. “Could I ask where you were this morning?”

  Colleen hugged herself. “I was here. Cleaning the house.”

  The detective frowned. “I thought you worked for Mr. Hughes as a computer programmer.”

  “I do. But I also work as a maid, so I clean his house in the morning and work on the game with him in the afternoon.”

  “I see.” The man nodded. “And where were you just now?”

  She glanced at Steve to see him regarding her coldly. The way he was looking at her made her heart hurt in her chest. “I…I left about noon to drop the van off at the cleaning company. Then I went home to change clothes before coming back here.”

  “And which company is this?”

  She gave him the name and he wrote it down in his notebook.