by Sansa Gold
I increased my tempo as images of Richard grabbing my ass fluttered through my closed eyes. His deep grunts followed by the hard smack on my ass, his cock beginning to pulse. Both his hands would land on my body with a sudden thud as his cock finally gave way, filling me with all of his cum, as my head arched forward in pleasure and ecstasy.
I pushed my back against the wall, climbing slowly up, as the pictures grew vivid within my mind. I could feel my pussy being to quiver as I began to climax, my other hand latching onto my tit to hold back the scream that would sure draw Richard's attention, even from his office. I bit my lower lip, as the pleasure soaked through me, my body slowly sliding down the wall. I pulled my exhausted fingers out, lightly touching my sensitive clit on their way, I squirmed in amusement. I wiped my hand across my uniform, then taking the sweat from the top of my brow. Well, that was one way to get in the mood to clean some vases, I chuckled to myself.
I pressed down on my uniform, I didn't want it to look unpresentable and be punished for that. Or did I? I honestly didn't know at this rate, but I'm sure I would fuck up somehow and find out eventually.
I grabbed the white cloth from the floor, as well as the bottle of spray. I looked around the room, trying to find the best area to start without causing too much trouble for myself. It was then that I saw in the corner of the room, a small jade vase in the shape of a dragon, that had enough room for me to sit and clean. I tip toed through the alloted spot, cursing the stupid heels he forced me to wear with this uniform. I knew that with every step, my skirt rose up and reveled the blue and green panties underneath. I was grateful that I was working inside the room all by myself, not with his prying eye at least.
Once I reached the the jade dragon vase, I huddled myself down into the corner. It was such a beautiful vase, now that I had been able to get closer, all of details were so intricate and well done.
On the either side of the vase a dragon moved along, its tail became the handles, its head resting on top. I couldn't help, but be marveled by the attention to detail and marksmanship. I sprayed some of the detergent onto the white cloth, picking up the vase and setting up between my crossed legs. I smoothly worked my way down from the opening to the bottle, careful not to apply too much pressure. After, what seemed like an eternity, I held it in the air in front of me staring at the fine work that I had done.
*Crack Crack*
I heard the cracks from the middle of the handles, the vase dropping down from in front of me. My mouth dropped as I tried to catch the falling vase, stopping it from its and mine demise. Unfortunately, I was way too slow and it small shard of glass spread across the room, some piercing my face and others getting lose behind the others.
I just sat there, tears welling up in my eye, letting it all soak in. Here I was again. Vanessa the complete failure who couldn't even do the simple task of cleaning some vases. My thoughts rushed toward Richard Crest, realizing that these vases had been in his family forever and I had crushed one of them.
I picked myself up realizing that I could not escape from my punishment, one part of me was anxious while the other was disappointed. I had been given such a simple task and I had failed, that part was disappointed. While, the other side of me was anxious that I would be receiving my second punishment in a row, this time it would probably much more sever than last time. This was a second offense, and just like in the court of law, a second offense meant that more strict punishment was needed.
I grabbed some of the pieces of the vase and made my way toward his office. I knew that at this point I would be screwed, I just didn't know what punishment he would devise for me. Maybe, he would just fire me, that way I could move on with my life and forget about this whole event. But, I knew that it wouldn't be that easy. It never was. I knew that the vase was priceless, probably worth more than I'll make in my lifetime. My punishment was going to have to fit the crime for this one.
I approached his office door, I could hear the slow music playing behind the door frame. There was no light outside in the hallway, it was completely darkness, beside the light that came from underneath his door. I rapped my fingers lightly on the door, hoping that he wouldn't hear it.
"Come in." He shouted.
I took a final breathe, as I made my way to my demise. I clutched the door knob and pushed through, the light from inside the office blinding me momentarily. He was sitting in his large cushion chair in front of oak table, the fire behind him crackling with life. He stared at me, probably waiting for me to confess my sins to him.
It took all my effort to bring the words out of my mouth, "I'm sorry." That was all that I could say, I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was at fault once more. For a split second I could have sworn I saw a smile across his face, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Sorry about what, Mrs. Williams?" He asked. He was just playing along at this point, he wanted to tease the answer out of me. To get me to confess my misgivings, so that he could devise the punishment he wanted.
"I- I- broke one of your vases. It was an accident. I swear Mr. Crest." I pleaded with him, hoping that this time he would throw some compassion my way.
He got up from his chair, making his way toward me. Once, he reached me his hands took hold of mine, grabbing at the small fragments within. He walked toward the fire, rolling the fragments between his massive fingers.
"Ah, the Jade Dragon vase. My family got that from an Emperor several centuries ago. It was one of a kind, from what I was told. Unfortunately the damage is done, now we must deal with the problem." He turned around, a smile had already spread across his face, "So shall I call the police or can I find a punishment to fit the crime?"
I let his words melt into my mind, weighing each option. But, it was futile I knew that I really had one choice in this matter. There was no way that I could let him go to the police, I would be facing some serious trouble. More trouble than I could ever afford to take on, especially since I wasn't even out of college yet.
"What is your punishment for me, Mr. Crest?"
Just when I thought his smile couldn't get any further, his cheeks spread some more, "Well, Vanessa as you know the contact you signed, when you agreed to work for me, lets me come up with ANY punishment I see fit. Now, we might just have to resume the punishment from our last session."
He sat down in his armchair and beckoned me over. I slowly walked to him, trying to put it off as much as I could. I could feel the warmth on my ass, my body knew what was coming. But, I could also feel my pussy grow in anticipation. The juices in me were already beginning to flow, my panties already drenched in the idea that Richard would punish me wholly.
He sat at the edge of his seat, giving me plenty of room to lie my stomach across his knees. I got to my knees and worked my way onto his stomach, my face facing the ground. I felt his fingers move down my spine, as he seemed to test the boundaries of his power.
"Tsk tsk Vanessa, you have been such a bad girl lately. Its making me start to think that this is what you want from me." His hands were at the seam of my frilly maid uniform, slowly pulling up to reveal my ass.
"Oh, here we go again. You refuse to wear the assigned uniform I see. These panties are not part of your protocol. You definitely want this. Don't you, Vanessa?"
I let my mind ponder his question. Was I subconsciously making myself fail so that he would punish me? Did I really enjoy being spanked that much? I couldn't tell yet. But, something told me that the answer would be clear tonight, after my much deserved punishment.
"I think so, Mr. Crest" I stuttered, hoping that he would start already.
His hands traced the outline of my panties from my waist, down the side of my cheeks. When his hand had reached the end, toward my pussy, it left. There was no movement for several seconds, before I finally felt the sting against my bottom. I yelped out in surprise, as stars cross the front of my vision. It was then that I felt the wind, from his force, caress the mark on my bottom. It was only the first slap and I could already fee
l my body give way, knowing that soon I would not be able to control it anymore.
I pushed my stomach onto his knees, hoping that it would offer me some comfort from the pain. I was wrong. As I felt several more rapid slaps hit against my ass, sending a fury of pain whirling through my body. I bit my lip, to take away from the pain. But, behind the pain I could feel the slight pleasure that began to knot in the pit of my stomach, with every slap I could feel my pussy ache with excitement.
"You know that I will have to be more harsh on your this time, Vanessa? Seeing as its your second offense in your last two visits."
I just nodded my head up in down, the mixture of pain and pleasure wouldn't let me speak any coherent words.
"Since, this is not part of your approved uniform I will have to remove your panties."
He did not wait for my answer. He grabbed the edge of my panties, pushing them down my thighs and off my legs. As he worked his way back up my body, I could feel his finger tips on the inside of my thighs. Once, he reached higher his fingers lightly touched the outside my pussy. They messaged between the folds, before ultimately resting on my bare bottom.
It was getting harder to breathe, as my chest was wedged into his stomach. I felt his hand leave and come striking down on my bottom, the paid was worse than before. It got really hot really quickly at the point of impact, but now the wind from his force was more prevalent than before. I welcomed it as it cooled my naked body from the force of his spankings. He continued this several more times, I had long last count as they were coming onto my body to swiftly.
"We are going to need to take this a step further. My hand will not fit the punishment for your crime, Vanessa." He reached over and opened a drawer. He pulled it out completely out of the table, placing it on the top of his desk. I couldn't see anything that was inside, but I could feel my body tighten in apprehension. I raised my head a little higher, hoping that that vantage would put me at ease. It didn't.
Out he pulled a long wooden spoon, the one that was used when ladling soups. It was a very simple one, it was glossy and had to be over ten inches long. He played with it in his hand, before swinging it several times in the air.
"Don't look so scared my darling. I just need to get some test swings before I bring it down on your naughty behind." He chuckled. I didn't find it funny. I was completely terrified of how much that might hurt me, but I didn't speak up. I knew that no matter what I said, nothing would convince him otherwise. I was going to get what I deserved, he was going to make sure of that.
After he seemed satisfied with his swing, he turned his head to me and said, "Ready?"
I shook my head now. Nothing could ever prepare me for this, but I pushed myself harder onto his knees. I aimed my head down, my eyesight completely focused on his carpet, and with my hands I grabbed onto his feet. I took a deep breathe and nodded my head, letting him know to begin.
Once more, there was nothing for several seconds. I pushed my bottom down, my body acting on its own. Trying to get away from the ensuing pain. I couldn't stop myself from shaking, a tiny glimmer of hope passed through me. Maybe, he was changing his mind. Maybe, he was feeling merciful.
*Crack crack*
I spoke to soon. I bit my lip, harder and harder. But, I couldn't resist any longer. I let the moans roll through my body, as he rapidly laid the spoon on my bare bottom. My legs moved into the air, my body almost falling down onto the ground. I couldn't control myself if I wanted.
"Your not getting away that easily." While one hand delivered the blows, the other keep my thighs locked in place against his body.
With each delivery, my body began to squirm. He moved from cheek to cheek, not favoring one over the other. Sometimes, he would smack the left for what seemed like forever. Once in a while, changing it up by smacking both at the same time, those always hurt the most. It was double the punishment, but the least amount of effort for him.
It seemed like an eternity had passed before he had finally stopped. I could hear his ragged breathe, his arm dropping down to the side in exhaustion. I couldn't keep count with how fast he punished me, I had long lost count when it had gotten to over fifty hits. At the beginning it had hurt, allot. But, towards the end my body entered some sort of catatonic state, where the pain withered away. The only thing I could feel was bliss, my pussy was eager in hope that he would just take me.
"How is my naughty maid?" He asked, a ping of concern seemed to emanate from his voice. He probably thought that he had gone to far with his punishment. That he had lost control, getting enveloped in his emotions. Truth be told, I didn't think it was enough. I wanted him to continue, until he would satisfy my aching cunt.
I turned my head up to him, making the first eye contact since it started, "G-Good Mr. Crest." I wanted him to know that I was really OK. Although it hurt, I understood what he was doing. He had to punish me for being such a bad maid, it was the only way that I could learn. And I was definitely learning a lot from him.
"Do you want me to continue?" He asked.
"Yes, Mr. Crest. I want you to finish punishing me." I responded.
He dropped the spoon onto the table and began to rub his hands together. I felt my excitement grow. He was going to use his firm and large hands to punish me, that was always the best part.
Once more I dropped my head down, this time the anticipation was not making me worried. I was brimming with excitement and my cunt twinged with emotion.
*Slap Slap*
He had brought both his hands down on my bare bottom, one for each cheek. I moaned out in pleasure, letting the feeling consume my body.
"Harder." I bellowed out between moans.
I felt myself rise higher, as his knees ascended. I turned my head to see his hands hover above his head, before they came crashing down my ass. I wailed out in pleasure, his hands grabbing onto my firm and red bottom.
He threw me off his knees, taking hold of me and throwing me onto his chair. My legs spread out, as my face met the back of his chair. I arched my ass upward, as he unbuckled his pants. He grabbed his waist and threw off his pants with his boxers at the same time. His cock stood at attention, completely erect. He was at least seven inches long and four in girth. I moved my chest harder onto the armchair, lifting my ass more. I wanted to be as welcoming as possible.
He grabbed my cheeks, spreading them apart before he dove his cock into me. I took him completely and easily, my punishment had drenched my pussy. I felt him stretch my tight pussy apart as he rammed himself deep inside. I knew that he was already at his limit, spanking me had taken him overboard. He was not just acting on his animalstic side, fucking me and pleasuring himself.
His grip on my bottom tightened. I could see as his back arched and he rose onto the tip of his toes.
"I'm going to cum." He yelled.
I knew that he was not wearing a condom, but I didn't stop him. I let his cum fill the inside of my aching pussy, as I finished alongside with him. I dropped my chest into the chair, his body dropped onto mine. We sat there for several minutes, none of us said any words. The only noise was the cracking of the fire and our exhausted breathes.
"Did the punishment fit the crime?" He asked.
I smiled, "Indeed it did, Mr. Crest."
Book 22: The House Exam
" I don't understand why he needs you to come in for another visit. Is there something wrong that I should know about Cindy?"
I couldn't look her in the face and tell her that I had been sleeping with my gynecologist every appointment, it would break her heart too much. She had sent me to him so that I could get on birth control and be safe, but the opposite had happened. My mother had sent me to Dr. Longing because he was cheap and the only thing a single parent, like her could afford. She would blame herself if she found out the relation I had developed with my doctor, I couldn't bring myself to confess to her. After all, my relationship with Dr. Longing had awakened something deep inside me that I had never known. Dr. Longing had turned my world upside down an
d fucked me hard and into submission.
"No, Mah you don't have to worry about anything." I got up out of my seat and made my way toward her. I had to convince her that everything was alright, and it was going to take more than just words. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight, her arms went around me as well.
"If something was the matter you would be the first one to know." I pulled back and stared at her, a tear rolling down the side of face which she quickly brushed.
"Alright, Cindy I believe you. I'm just confused that's all and just want the best for my little girl." She pulled me back in, I could feel the strain on my chest as she forced the air out of lungs. It was then that I wanted to confess to everything, let her know about the whole relationship. Just as I opened my mouth, I closed it back and bit on my lip. No, I would be ruining his career and something that I thoroughly enjoyed. Maybe I could explain it to her later, when I was older, she might understand then.
She let go of her tight embrace and I made my way back to the kitchen table, picking up my spoon and began to slurp on my soup. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, getting ready to do damage control at any second.
She began to wash the dishes, I could tell that she wasn't taking it too well. Her whole body was trembling, it was obvious when she tried to dry the dishes with her small towel. Hand jerking up and down in the air, as if the dish was trying to wriggle its self free from her grasp.
"So, how has college been going? Have you gotten ready for you finals?" She asked.
"Yea, well...Kinda. I honestly don't know what to study for since there is so much information. The first semester of college has been harder than I thought it would be."