A Submissive Maid Punished

Alana has featured in many of the diary entries on Secret Obsessions. Usually submissive, she has always had a fiery streak that needs to be brought to heel. This entry is from my archives. Alana had recently joined us as a maid and had, I suspected, deliberately, committed several misdemeanours which warranted her first punishment. I asked a guest if he would be kind enough to administer this and he agreed. Here is his account.

The Mistress opened the door to the discipline room.

“The maid is ready Sir.”

“What is she guilty of?”

“Tardiness, chattering at work and slovenly attention to her duties.”

“Did you hear that girl? Are you willing to receive your punishment?”

“Yes Sir, I am.” Her reply was somewhat muffled as she was face down on the floor, her succulent, ripe, ass bared and ready for the crop that rested on the chair next to her.

Submissive maid service. A submissive maid kneeling with her behind in the air ready for whipping

“You will receive three strokes for each offence and after that, we will review your conduct.”

I picked up the crop and tested its suppleness even though it was one of my favourites and I knew it well.
Without further warning I brought it down hard across her virgin cheeks.

She gasped, air hissing between her teeth but she did not flinch.

“One Sir.”

The crop bit a second time making a delicious crack as it snapped at her skin.

“Two Sir,”

It cracked again.

“Three Sir.”

“Four Sir,” Her ass jerked at the contact and wriggled provocatively. She knew her submission would bring rewards.

“Five Sir”

Her behind swayed again.

Submissive maid kneeling with her striped whipped bottom in the air

The sight of her neatly shaven pussy covered only by the white satin of her panties and surrounded by reddening, striped flesh made my cock swell. I could smell her cunt and knew the insides of her panties were wet with lust.

I dropped the remaining strokes onto her in quick succession.

“Six Sir, seven Sir,” she gasps. “Eight Sir, Nine Sir.”

The last count was almost a squeal as I brought the crop down hard and it bit into her flesh.

“Turn around girl.”

She shuffled around, her full breasts swinging against the thin lace of her maid’s outfit. I knew from her petulant gaze that her punishment had not yet had the desired effect.

I turned to the Mistress. “Strip her.”

She stepped forward and yanked the girl’s panties down.

I was right, the velvet lips of the girl’s sex were spread, full and silvered with excitement.

Nude girl kneeling with her whipped and spanked butt in the air

Without waiting the girl shucked off her dress and resumed the position kneeling on all fours. This time she did not bow her head and her cunt gaped wide, wet and inviting.

I delivered more strokes with the crop. She wriggled her behind as if grinding her pussy lips together would bring some relief to her surging passions. A silver trail appeared on her inner thigh.

Even though my cock was hard and pushing against the material of my trousers I did not satisfy her passions straight away. Like a fine wine, she needed to mature, her lust to develop and grow.

“Kneel beside the chair.”

She looked at me rebelliously, before slowly moving into position.

Naked girl chained to a chair after a spanking

I turned to the Mistress, “Secure her with manacles.”

Then I addressed the girl. “I will leave you to contemplate your conduct. You will not touch yourself. You will not come. Any transgression of these rules will mean you will be chained tighter and left in total frustration. Do you understand?”

She nodded, “Yes Sir.”

I knew that the heat from her punishment will build up inside her, spread through her body and seep into her. If she obeyed me she will soon be a simmering mass of frustration.

Now I have returned. She is wriggling on the floor, trying to bring some release to herself without breaking my commands.

She is ready.