Maid

My lips part in desire and I find my confidence, despite all the power in the room belonging to him. Lowering my voice and finding my backbone a glimpse of who I can be shoots through me, and directly out of my mouth with no filter. “Are you going to spank me, or just stand there staring at my bottom.”

“Everything you are and feisty too,” he tsks. “You’ve just earned yourself another spanking.”

“I keep hearing about this discipline, but I’ve yet to see it,” I torment him, pressing him to end this anticipation and show me what his hand on my ass is going to feel like…what else it’s going to wake up inside of me.

“I decide when and where to discipline,” he begins. “But if you’re looking forward to seeing it, then keep your eyes glued where they are, although you might feel it before you see it.”

“How is that—?” I begin, but like one of those martial arts one-inch punches I’ve seen on YouTube, his hand moves forward the final inch, slapping my ass so firmly that my hips buck into the edg