Penny the naughty maid

I might have mentioned once or twice that I have lots of school uniform items that I like to dress in, and am lucky enough to get to roleplay and be spanked in. To be honest I could write far more often than I do about it all, as I seriously heart schoolwear. But I have other outfits, too: one of my favourites is a French maid dress, that I wear with seamed stockings and high heels. It’s one of those cheap and tacky ‘bedroom fantasy’ outfits, but it’s short and sexy and frilly and I feel very much like a teasing little wench when I wear it. Which is nice!

Anyway, to the point: I wore it yesterday. And no sooner had I tied my last ribbon than I was sent for by the master of the house and given a severe dressing-down in his private bedchamber. Oh, how I blushed with shame as he listed my offences, one of which – a shamefully untidy uniform – I was upbraided for whilst being subjected to a deeply humiliating and intimate inspection. I blush now to recount it, let alone my other crimes: slacking on my duties... lying to my superiors about my slacking... and, worst of all, touching myself wickedly in the servants’ quarters! (Of all places!)

Needless to say I soon found myself across my kind and generous master’s knee for a jolly good spanking, feet kicking abjectly as he slapped a badly-needed lesson into me. And then facing the corner in disgrace, hands on head. And then kneeling on the bed with my deserving bottom bared for the crop. And then whimpering pathetically as it was scorched with that feared implement. I wished so much to be able to go back in time and make amends... but all I could do was wince in pain and yelp into the makeshift gag that had been made of my knickers, my master’s words of reproach ringing in my ears all the while!

And then I was forced – forced, dear reader! – to pleasure that gentleman, taking his throbbing cock in my naughty mouth until its owner was quite satisfied.

Yep. I like being a maid.