by Ella Ford
With my mind racing, I stood from the tub and dried myself off, then grabbed a black satin robe from the back of the bathroom door and slipped it over my shoulders. What was a person supposed to wear when she spanked a fully grown woman? I had simply no idea.
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When I reached the guest room - the maid’s quarters - I found the door closed. I reached down and gripped the handle, turning it slowly and pushing the door open. I fully expected to find Nicole waiting for me with a smile on her face, prepared to dismiss the whole thing as a joke.
What I didn’t expect was what I actually found. On the floor, beside the bed, a discarded pair of panties. They were black and silky, delicate and intricate. Bent over the bed, with her legs stretched out behind her on the bedroom floor and her upper body resting on the comforter, was Nicole. The elaborate layered skirt of the maid dress was pulled up around her waist and her bare ass was exposed and waiting. Her hands were gripping the bed and she didn’t turn to face me when I entered the room.
I felt a sudden flush of desire. To see my friend like this, so exposed, so ready for discipline, so submissive. It was simply thrilling! I stood for a moment, enjoying the way her long stockinged legs splayed out behind her, the way the firm curve of her ass appeared in the dim light of the room. From between her legs, I caught sight of the plump bulge of her pussy, smooth and pink and inviting. I wanted to see more.
“Spread your legs a little,” I said, closing the door behind me. Nicole shuffled her body without question and parted her legs, her high heeled pumps scrabbling for purchase on the slippery carpet. But she managed to do as I asked, and her pussy was revealed to me. Even from where I stood, I could see that she was wet. Tiny beads of moisture glistened on her plump lips.
I moved to the bed and sat down beside her. Still, she made no moves to look at me, or to question what was about to happen. I turned my body so that I was facing her, and laid my left hand on her back, as if to hold her in place.
Then with my right hand, I tenderly stroked my fingertips across the exposed flesh of her ass cheek. She shuddered at my touch, sighing audibly. I sensed her fingers tightening their grip on the bed linen as she prepared herself for what was coming.
I felt my own confidence rising, and became more daring. With a single finger, I traced my way down the crack of her ass, teasing her tight asshole as I went. She exhaled, hot with anticipation. My finger reached her pussy and I plunged it between her legs, deep into the intricate folds of her labia. Nicole tensed on the bed, attempting to arch her back as I touched her, but I held her in place with my left hand.
Her lips were deliciously wet, dripping with the slickness of her desire, and any doubts that I previously had vanished in an instant. I was suddenly overcome with an urge to explore that complex geography, to chart her sensitive areas and enter her deepest chasms. I wanted to taste her, to have her taste me. I wanted to come on her face, to feel her tongue buried deep within me.
But all of that would wait. For now, I had work to do.
“Do you realise why you need to be punished Nicole?” I said, falling easily into the headmistress role that felt so powerful and arousing.
“Y-yes, mistress, I have been a bad girl,” replied Nicole. Her voice was thin and meek, with a childish tone that was unsure and bashful.
“And what happens to bad girls Nicole?” I asked, stroking my palm across the smooth skin of her ass.
“They’re punished mistress,” she replied, her words almost lost in her breathlessness.
“Very good Nicole. I’m going to spank you - hard - ten times. I want you to count along with each stroke, and thank me for each one. Do you understand?” I was improvising now, acting at the behest of instincts that I didn’t know I had, but didn’t try to resist. I knew only that I had to punish Nicole, to make her submission complete. Discipline was a responsibility, and it was one that I intended to take seriously.
“Yes, mistress, I understand.” There was a note of resignation in her voice, an acceptance that hadn’t been present an hour earlier. It amazed me how quickly she’d fallen into this role. Was it something she’d always wanted? Her desire to submit mirroring my desire to dominate? Something that burned at the core of both of our beings, but something that we had yet to acknowledge.
I raised my hand from her ass and applied a gentle pressure to her back with my other hand. I felt her tense beneath me in anticipation.
Thwack! I brought my hand down, pulling back at the last second to temper the force of the strike, but causing a loud and meaty crack nevertheless. “One! Thank you mistress,” yelped Nicole, remembering my instruction.
I stroked her ass gently, enjoying the way she shuddered at the light touch. An obvious stark contrast to the pain of the spanking. Then I raised my hand and paused, savoring the feeling of her preparing herself for the pain. Her fingernails dug into the bed, harder than before and she buried her face in the comforter.
Thwack! Harder this time, less restrained. Nicole jumped on the bed, but was held in place by my hand. “Two! Thank you mistress,” she cried.
Again, my hand teased her for endless seconds, stroking the burning skin of her ass cheek. Then as I felt her relax, I raised my hand once again.
Thwack! The sense of power that the spanking gave me was indescribable. The way she flinched at my touch, the way her body shook beneath my grip. The way her voice trembled with every stroke. “Three! Th-thank you mistress,” she stammered.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Each stroke harder than the last, her skin becoming redder under my hand. Hot to the touch and tender, I relished every gentle caress.
Obediently, Nicole counted along with me, her voice becoming weaker with each stroke, punctuated by pained sobs. I wondered why she didn’t simply get up and leave, why she tolerated the pain and humiliation of the situation. I dipped a speculative finger between her legs, plunging the tip into her pussy lips, and found that she was dripping wet. Her pussy and thighs were slick with moisture. It became suddenly clear to me that despite her sobs, despite the pain, this situation was exactly what my friend wanted.
I pulled back my hand and, without a second thought, licked the end of my finger, savoring the taste of my friend’s perverted lust. Then I returned my hand to her ass for the final stroke.
I raised my arm, and held it there. Once again, Nicole tensed on the bed. I waited for an endless time for her to relax slightly, then I brought my hand down on the raw pink flesh of her ass cheek.
Thwack!
“Ten! Thank you mistress!” shouted Nicole, a note of triumph creeping into her wavering voice.
I sat back and removed my hand from her back, allowing her to shuffle on the bed. “Kneel down on the floor Nicole,” I commanded, gesturing to the floor in front of me. Without a single note of hesitation or word of complaint, Nicole pulled herself up from the bed, wincing as the dress slipped down her waist over her tender ass. Then she lowered herself down to her knees and placed her hands on her lap.
She gazed up at me and I noted that there was something different about her. Her eyes were red with tears and her cheeks were smeared with mascara from her sobbing. But there was something else, something in that wide-eyed expression that gave me pause for thought, and which thrilled me intensely.
Nicole was looking at me differently. She was looking to me as her mistress, waiting for my next command so that she could do my bidding. The expression she wore was not one of complaint, or resentment, or anger. It was one of submission, of obedience, of willing surrender.
I felt a surge of desire ripple through my body, igniting my pussy and causing my arms and legs to tingle with eager anticipation.
“Excellent,” I purred, staring at my willing maid, “I think it’s time for your next lesson.”
Chapter 3
I returned to the living room and waited on the sofa for Nicole to join me. After her spanking, I’d told her to go into the bathroom and clean herself up. It wouldn’t do for a maid of mine to be looking
quite so slutty and bedraggled. She’d meekly agreed and tottered off to fix herself up.
After five minutes, she came down the stairs and walked across the room to stand before me. “I’m ready mistress,” she whispered, her face returned to its former pristine appearance.
I smiled at her, enjoying the subtle way her shoulders bent forward submissively, or the way she nervously played with her fingers behind her back.
“Good girl, you look a lot better. How do you feel?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.
“I feel a lot better, thank you mistress. You have given me a lot to think about and I realize now that I have been a bad girl,” she said, lapsing into the damnably cute girly drawl that she seemed to have adopted.
“Excellent,” I said, “and you’re going to do exactly as I wish from now on, regardless of what it is?”
“Of course. You’re my mistress, I am your maid. I am yours to command,” she said, without a hint of the earlier sarcasm in her voice. Somehow, Nicole had embraced this new role with boundless enthusiasm and seemed content to play along. For now.
“Get down on your knees Nicole,” I said, gesturing at the floor before me, “and spread your legs so that I can see that sweet pussy of yours.”
She nodded and lowered herself to the carpet once more, not hesitating for a single second, despite the explicit nature of my request. Once down on the floor, she dutifully parted her knees and pulled her skirt up around her hips so that I could see the glistening chasm between her legs. Then she straightened her back and placed her hands flat on her thighs.
Her obedience was intoxicating. The way she responded to my every request, no matter how outlandish and sordid. She truly was mine to command, and this realization thrilled me. I felt my stomach flutter as my mind exploded with the possibilities that stretched out before me.
“I want to see you play with yourself,” I said, my voice perfectly calm and steady. The kind of voice you might use to ask someone to tidy their room, rather than begin to masturbate.
It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a look flash across Nicole’s pretty face. A hint of rebellion, or resentment, I wasn’t sure. But it was momentary and fleeting, gone in an instant to be replaced by docile capitulation as her hand fell between her legs and her fingers began to work their way through her damp pussy.
I leaned forward and slipped my fingers under the neckline of her dress, then pulled it and her bra down so that her breasts fell free. She gasped at this, but didn’t struggle or flinch. She just continued moving her hand back and forth between her legs, eyes narrowed as she lost herself in her personal pleasure.
I sat back and curled my legs beneath me, enjoying the spectacle of my friend jacking off before me. “Play with your tits,” I said, surprised by the coarse request and the forthright way that I ordered my friend around.
Obediently, she lifted her free hand from her stockinged thigh and placed it on her left breast. She began to knead and squeeze the firm globe, panting as she did so. Her nipples were rigid and taut, solid bullets of pink flesh, and she caught one between her thumb and forefinger, tweaking it roughly and moaning with pleasure.
“I have a new rule for you,” I purred seductively, “you are not to come without my permission. If you wish to climax, you must ask for me first. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress,” she moaned, and I wondered if she even heard what I had said, so lost was she in her own world. No matter, I thought, if she happened to allow herself to orgasm without my say so, then there would have to be another spanking. The thought made me flush, an angry heat that crawled up my chest and neck and warmed my cheeks.
For endless minutes, Nicole toyed with her pussy and breasts, her motions becoming quicker with every passing second, her breathing becoming labored and shallow. She squeezed her eyes shut and her head fell to one side. Her moans became constant, her lips parted enticingly. I could smell the aroma of her arousal, rich and musky, the scent of a woman, and I longed to taste it on my tongue.
In time, her pace quickened to a relentless crescendo. I sensed her orgasm approaching and felt my own arousal building, fueled by the sight of my submissive plaything performing for me. Her cries became quicker and she was panting heavily.
“M-mistress, p-please may I come?” she finally said, desperate for the sweet release of orgasm.
I thought for a second, dragging out the pause for as long as I dared, tormenting her for my own amusement and delight. “Not yet Nicole, a few minutes more.”
I sensed her disappointment, but she didn’t stop playing with herself. Her fingers still worked back and forth between her legs, squeezing her swollen clit and massaging the wet folds of her lips while her other hand roughly gripped her perfect breast and sensitive nipple. Her face became pained as she fought back the urge to release herself into the orgasm, to allow it to wash over her and carry her off in the sweet embrace of oblivion. She fought with all her might, the concentration in her expression was plain. I sensed that she might be approaching the point where she would no longer be able to control it and I decided to act.
It was important that my maid associated the feeling of pleasure with my voice, and accepted that release can only come from my command. It wouldn’t do to have her orgasm without my say so, it would undo any conditioning that had been done so far.
I stopped myself, realizing how strange these thoughts were, but how natural. The need to dominate felt perfectly normal to me, but strangely alien. To consider words like “training” or “conditioning” in relation to another person, let alone my best friend in the world, seemed utterly contrary to every instinct I had. Yet it thrilled me intensely and I embraced the urges wholeheartedly.
“Would you like to come Nicole?” I asked, my voice dripping with sensuality.
“Y-yes mistress, I w-would,” she stammered with a trembling whisper.
“Then beg me, beg me to come,” I said sternly.
Without hesitation, she opened her eyes and gazed at me imploringly. “Please mistress, please may I come? Please?” she panted, never once missing a stroke as she continued to work her hand between her legs.
I paused again, savoring the feeling of control, then spoke a single word. “Yes.”
Instantly, Nicole’s expression changed. Her face softened with sweet relief and her mouth fell open, parting her glistening lips. She moved her fingers back and forth one final time, then her entire body doubled over and she moaned loudly. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” she cried, lifting her head to face me. Her expression was one of utter pleasure, frozen in a mask of relentless desire. I longed to reach down and kiss that perfect face, but I was too captivated by the sight of my best friend’s tumultuous orgasm.
Her body quaked and her neck muscles strained until her tendons were perfectly visible. Her back arched upwards, casting her head backwards.
Then she sighed deeply and her body relaxed. She collapsed forward, bent over her knees like a discarded ragdoll, body totally limp. Panting uncontrollably, she rolled to the side, hand still pressed between her legs, locked on her tired pussy.
I studied her, enjoying the way she drifted away as the fading embers of her heated passion cooled and dimmed.
After a few minutes, I cleared my throat and her eyes popped open, a look of surprise washing across her face as if she suddenly remembered where she was and what she’d been doing.
“Very nice Nicole,” I whispered, “now do me!”
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I shifted on the sofa, swinging my legs down and spreading them wide apart. Nicole watched me move, an intense look of concentration on her face as though she was fighting some inner turmoil. Or perhaps it was the afterglow of her orgasm, I wasn’t sure, and didn’t really care. At that moment, I wanted only one thing - Nicole’s tongue on my throbbing clitoris.
With not a hint of grace or modesty, I fumbled with the satin cord that held the robe in place and let the delicate garment fall open. Then I shuffled forwards until my pussy was ove
r the edge of the sofa cushion, exposed and demanding attention.
I looked at Nicole, still lying prostrate on the floor and beckoned to her, then pointed at the space between my legs. “Here,” I said, speaking my intent with the single word.
Nicole sat up and crawled over to me, positioning herself between my legs, kneeling as she had before. She glanced forward and down at the pink flesh of my pussy. I reached a hand down and parted my wet lips, exposing myself to her and showing her what I wanted. But she seemed hesitant, a look of discomfort flashing across her face.
“Is something wrong Nicole? Is it not clear what you have to do?” I said, the stern school mistress returning with a vengeance.
My friend’s face screwed up with a look of uncertainty. “Mistress, I’m not… I’m not sure I can… I’ve never…” she breathed, almost sobbing the words.
I softened my smile and lowered my voice. “Nicole, I’m not going to ask you again. Either you get down there and eat my pussy or we’ll be going upstairs for another spanking, do you understand?”
She flinched, then nodded and rested her hands on my knees, lowering herself into position. She paused one final time, inches from my waiting lips, then hesitantly flicked her tongue out and licked her way across my labia.
The touch was electric! The soft warmth of her tongue and the charged tension of this erotic encounter. All of this combined to send jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned audibly and squeezed my eyes shut.
Then Nicole licked me again, slower this time, firmer. She’d obviously enjoyed the first taste and was eager for more. I sensed her draw closer, pushing her mouth onto my pussy so that I could feel her soft lips pushing on my aching clitoris. Then with a technique the defied her experience, she began to lightly tickle that throbbing nub with her tongue, moving in lazy swirls and never settling on a single motion.
I curled my toes and dug my fingers into the soft material of the sofa. I had a strong urge to reach down and grab Nicole by the hair and pull her into me, smothering her in the delicious warmth of my hungry pussy. But I resisted and allowed her free reign to explore this new terrain, to find her own rhythm and please her mistress in whatever way she could.
