(This is a fantasy of mine, so as I’m inspired I decided to write it down. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing ;p )
The master was drunk, she knew because his eyes had that dark twinkle in them devouring her making her feel exposed in the nursery. She tucked in the closest child and kissed his head.
“I wish you would do that for me” he spoke so quietly she wondered if she had misheard him. Tucking a strand of hair under her cap and moving to the gas light to turn it down she gestured to the door, hoping he would understand and leave. He did stand up on uncertain feet, but he did not leave.
“You know I was never really embraced into my family, I was always a disappointment, always told I was a mistake.” He laughed derisively and moved past her to the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, the maid watched his progress concerned he would bang his knee on the small side tables and wake the children.
Turning to her as he reached the doorway, he awkwardly opened his mouth as though to ask a question, but then twisted his moustache thinking.
“Bring me a whiskey, I think I need a nightcap after today’s events” She nodded, grateful for his decision to go to bed and leave her to her charges.
She made her way to the drawing room filled a small tumbler with the dark liquid, scrunching her nose at its powerful odour, then begrudgingly made her way to the master bedroom. She knocked lightly and after an acknowledgment from the other side, breathed deeply and opened the door.
He was sat upright in bed a book on theology in his hand, he was topless, but the maid assumed was clothed from the waste down. He pointed to the side table.
“Set in down there and then come and sit with me a while” She nodded placing it carefully next to the pile of books and sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed. Looking around she noticed his room was a lot narrower than the mistresses. The Mistress had long been asleep, leaving her husband to his want of drink she had made her way miserably upstairs to spend another night alone in her large four poster bed and high ceilings.
The master’s room was more, cosy, its dark panel woodwork gave the impression of warmth, with the coal fire still burning and the gas lights low she felt almost comfortable for the first time since arriving in this big drafty house.
“Tell me, why is it that everything you touch lately has been breaking” The Masters voice was clipped and clear in the darkness, she sat straight, her head bowed.
Everything had been breaking, she had broken the library’s glass cabinet, although that was one of the little ones playing too aggressively with their ball, then there was the master’s tumbler which had fallen off the side as they had sat together in the library. She had cleaned and explained away all these accidences but clearly now the master thought her clumsy and incapable.
“I don’t know Sir, I try to keep everything just so, but sometimes with three charges, things get misplaced or misused, I apologise, I am not as inept as you may first think” She stubbled over her words in her panic to right the wrongs, but by doing so she had sounded desperate and flustered. She straightened her back further pushing out her chest and trying to show some form of decorum. The master just laughed.
“It’s not of any real importance Miss Clement, just it seems rather you’ve become accustomed to a lack of punishment for your actions” She felt her face rise with a deep blush, she was glad of the dim light as her eyes widened in disbelief of his words.
She was a fool to come here alone, the mistress would be furious, hadn’t the last maid left because of the lavish attention the master had given her? And now she was doing the same thing. She stood up.
“I thank you sir, I have punishment enough from my own thoughts than anything to which you or the mistress could bestow on me” She went to move towards the door.
“Rose” he spoke her name so sweetly in his deep honey voice that she stopped halfway turning the handle of the door. “Come sit, I am sure you have wanted this for a while” He was beaming at her, that signature twinkle in his eye as he rose from the bed revealing his naked body. She gasped. But his hand was over her mouth before she could utter any more traitorous noise.
“Now Rose, I think I can teach you a little lesson tonight, see how you fair from it and if this misbehaviour continues then I am afraid that punishment may be more severe” he winked at her feeling the heat from her body at his exposure. He seemed to enjoy her discomfort at seeing him thus, his body was pressing itself against her as they stepped in unison towards the bed. He let go of her mouth and she subjected herself to her masters will, what other option did she have.
“Good girl” He bent her across the bed pulling down her thick stockings exposing her bare legs and feet. He kissed them as gently as a lover making her body tense with every motion. She had no idea what he wanted, what she was going to have to do to keep her position, but she had longed for it. This feeling of intimacy had somehow been masked by indifference and fear, she could feel her body betraying her with each contact that he made.
Without realising he had stripped her of her underskirt and was revealing her bare behind to his hands. He groaned audibly into her, feeling the length of her legs and the width of her hips, pulling up her skirt to expose her bottom half to his will.
“You really are a beautiful woman you know that, I don’t know why you hide it so much from us all, I would love to see you in silks, tantalising me with your curves” she didn’t know how to respond, her body was frozen until he moved her, she just kept hoping he would be done with her quickly before the mistress heard something and came to investigate through their adjoining doors. He moaned again caressing her cheeks and teasing his fingers between her thick thighs. She tensed at that, no one had ever touched her this way, not even her sweetheart had dared to take her in such a whorish manor.
A hard slap caught her off guard and she cried out loudly, he laughed, she covered her mouth falling onto the bed her bottom still raised in the air. Another slap, and then another. She cried out after both feeling the pain where his hands had made contact, she would be bruised tomorrow.
“You’ve been an incredibly naughty maid, breaking all those things, coming into my room without the mistress’s permission, do you think you can get away with this behaviour under my roof?” He slapped her again twice across her thighs and then once on her reddening cheeks.
“No…no Sir” She managed in-between gasps “I…I’m Sorry Sir” Another louder and harsher slap.
“Master to you, I am the master of this house, and you shall not forget that fact you dirty maid, you need to remember who I am” More slaps and more cries, she wanted him to stop but then a part of her was starting to enjoy her punishment, if this was how she was to be attended to by her Master then she wasn’t going to deny it. Her body was quivering under his punishment, but she bent there, allowing him to slap harder and harder until his own hands began to sting.
“Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson don’t you Rose?” She nodded which earned her another slap between her thighs this time. “Tell me”
“Yes…Si…Master” she corrected herself halfway and he smiled.
“Good.” He slid himself into her. Without warning, plunged his full length into her soaking thighs feeling her juices covering him, then pushed into her tight back hole. She cried out almost screaming, it hurt, like nothing before it hurt so badly. She tried to wriggle free, but he held onto her hips hard, digging in his fingers and holding her in place.
He pushed once more, and she muffled her cries this time with her pillow. She shuddered, hearing the mistress cough from the other side of the wall, she bit onto a clenched fist willing herself to relax.
“Good girl” Her master pushed into her again, this time she bit onto her fist so hard droplets of blood dripped onto the satin bedsheets, that would be her job tomorrow cleaning up after his pleasure. He pushed her back down so her behind was upright for him and began moving in and out of her, feeling her body tensing with each effort, he enjoyed knowing she was accepting him, he could feel her body weakening to his desire.
He moaned into her back, and she could feel a wetness filling her, he collapsed on her back for a moment, and they lay there in the aftermath of lust. He pulled out of her slowly, letting her ease herself up and turned to face him.
“Now I think you’ve learned your lesson for today, but next time you won’t get off so easily” he winked at her and she nodded.
“Yes…Master” He smirked, and she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and leaning momentarily against the door. She sighed deeply hardly able to walk, her dignity was gone, her stability in this household was questioned but she finally had a true Master. She smiled to herself. Maybe she would fit in here after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p3nla0/punished_for_impertinence_the_maid_and_her
Part two please!