Public Spanking Bundle E-Book

Malory Chambers

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Public Spanking Bundle

Leseprobe

3 Bondage Humiliation Stories (Punishing The Maid 1 - 3)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Caught Stealing

(Punishing The Maid 1)

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

Part Time Maid Caught Stealing

I thought for a moment before asking the bartender for another glass of beer, glancing away guiltily when I only tipped a dollar. My empty wallet hissed at me. I was running out of money faster than I can make it.

The bartender did not seem to mind, flashing me a grin that went straight between my legs. I wondered how much his beard would tickle if he went down on me. He had a nice smile that was promising. God, I was horny. I took a sip of the beer and tried to stop my mind from going to the gutters.

I walked back to the table where my friends were gathered, though I was too distracted by other things to really have fun. Money things mostly and how I was going to get enough to pay rent.

"Get your head out of the clouds, Ashley!" Jennifer scolded, reaching over to steal a few gulps of my beer.

"Thief!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

"Oh, don't be a cheapskate," she punctuated with a loud burp.

The table of girls ew-ed their disgust.

"You're so gross," I said as I took back my beer.

Jennifer was a petite blonde with big boobs and long legs, a combination that made her the most desirable women in our year. Next to her, I was plain Jane. Perhaps even less.

"So, how's work?" she asked with a suggestive wink.

"Good, nothing fancy," I shrugged. I had taken up a part time job as a maid for the rich and bored. It was an embarrassing job that Jennifer introduced me to, but one that pays well.

"Enjoying the dress code?" she winked again.

I blushed, thinking of the ridiculous maid outfit that I had to wear while I went about all my duties. "So far, I've only ever worked while nobody is in the house so it's not a big deal," I said. "Did you have to do anything weird?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. I took another sip of the beer to hide my embarrassment. I knew there were stories about the maid service being more than just a cleaning service. I had never hear anyone share the stories first hand.

She shook her head no, but her face was a tell-tale red.

"Oh my god, you have!" Jessica exclaimed, her hand to her mouth in mock horror. "Spill!"

I looked at her with curiosity. Part of our contract included a nondisclosure clause. To my surprise, she took a small sip of somebody else's drink (since I was heavily guarding mine) and started talking.

"Well, there was this house I went to last week," she started, lowering her voice dramatically. "I wouldn't call it a house though, it was more like a mansion. The size of that thing! It was a bit far from town. I wouldn't have known such a place existed if not for the job. Anyways, when I got there, I was fairly horrified. It would take me days to clean the whole place! Turns up, he didn't call me so I can go clean up. He wanted an audience." She paused and studied our expressions, making sure that everybody was paying attention to her story.

When she was satisfied that she had everyone's undivided attention, she continued, "I couldn't tell you whose house it was, of course, since this is all super secret. But anyways, I arrived at this majestic house and it took me a whole five minutes to get from the front gate to the front door. It was ridiculous." She shook her head.

I quietly cursed her bad story telling. She diverged so much useless information that it was almost painful to listen to. I was still curious though, and continued listening intently.

"Instead of having the house to myself, I found that there were already servants there. A butler. A butler! Could you believe it? A butler showed me to a little cottage behind the house and told me to get in."

I gulped, feeling as if I was the one in the story instead of her. It could very well happen to me too. I crossed my legs under the table discreetly, feeling a warmth between my legs, travelling deep into my stomach and high up still.

"So I went into the room, but even before I opened the door I could hear murmurs from inside," she moaned and whimpered, "I heard, 'oh, oh! Don't stop! Oh!'."

We gasped and giggled. The story was sounding more and more ridiculous by the minute.

"I thought, 'Oh my god, some rich guys wants me to watch them have sex with each other...' but I opened the door to go in and you know what I find?" she paused again.

"What did you find?"

"There was a guy. An old bald guy watching porn, could you believe it?" she said.

Jessica choked on her drink, "Wha- what?!"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I was all hot and excited too. Turns out he wanted me to help him find more of the porn by that actress since he was too embarrassed to ask his own servants to do it for him. He thought someone from the maid service would know."

"That can't be true," I said, not believing a word of the story.

"It is, sadly," she sighed. "I wish it was some hot rich guy who was just begging to be fucked for a million dollars or something, but nope. Just an old guy trying to learn about the internet."

"Did you find the porn for him? What kind of porn was it?" Jessica prodded.

She smirked, "Of course. He was into some kinky stuff! Bondage, spanking, rape role play stuff."

"You said he wanted an audience?" I asked, thinking that this story was not at all what I expected. I was expecting... her watching people having sex. Instead, I got a sad story about an old man who was trying to figure out how to search for specific porn.

"Oh yeah," she giggled, her face getting red again. "That's actually a different story, I figured this one would be funnier." She giggled at our disgruntled expressions and admitted casually, "I have a couple who liked it when people watch them have sex. They call me every few weeks and all I do is sit there and watch them go at it. I get a few hundred bucks for it every time."

"What?!" the table shouted collectively.

She raised her hands as if in surrender, "I can't share any more details beyond that." She pressed her thumb and forefinger together and pulled them over her lips in a zipping motion. "My lips are sealed."

The table was abuzz with us trying to get her to share more details about the job. She wouldn't budge and shared nothing else, but relished in the attention and interest she was getting.

"I've gotta go, ladies," I announced suddenly. It was almost eight thirty and I had already downed two glasses of beer.

"Where're you going?"

"I have a cleaning job in half an hour," I said.

"I'm sure you'll get your story soon enough, Ashley," she said with an impish smile.

"Oh shut up!" I laughed, not realizing just how close to the truth her words were at the time...

A sense of déjà vu hit me as I made my way through the housing district, past the semi-detach houses, to the condominiums, to the large estates and finally, a house so big that it should be called a mansion. I parked the car by the side of the gate and emerged into the frigid cold.

"May I help you?" a voice emitted from the camera at the sides of the gate, booming out to me the moment I stepped out of the car.

"I'm Ashley, from the maid service?" I shouted, trying to hide the tremor of fear in my voice. I was way out of my element. The previous placed I had to clean were small apartment buildings.

"Follow the road to the house," the voice ordered, opening the gate with just enough space for me to get through before closing shut again.

It was exactly like how Jennifer had said. The distance from the gate to the front door was five minutes long. Did the old man need more help finding his porn? I giggled to myself as I headed towards the door. The large imposing door glared at me, as if challenging me to knock on it. I licked my dry lips and tried to muster more professionalism. This was not my first day at the job, I reminded myself that I had been working part time as a maid for a little more than a month now.

Why would they need maids if they're this rich? Shouldn't they have servants?

My mouth was dry when I called out, "Hello?" and knocked on the giant doors. I felt like Alice in Wonderland. Lost and unsure.

The door opened to a young man, dressed impeccably in his black tux. His face was an unreadable mask as he nodded to me.

"We only require your service to clean one room," he announced, turning around to walk away even before I answered.

I followed his lead deftly, not daring to question him despite the million questions going through my mind.

We walked past the lavish dining area and back through the prep corner before he led me through the back door and out again. The cold air bit into my skin but I bit my lip and ignored it.

After a few more minutes of walking through the incredible gardens, we finally reached a small cottage with glass walls. The place was impeccably kept with a large table settled neatly between four white couches.

I was surprised by the warmth that enveloped me when we walked inside.

"You should find everything you need in the bathroom," he gestured to the bathroom. "I will be back in two hours."

And with that, he was gone. I went to the bathroom to find that there was indeed, everything I needed. It was odd to have been called here in the first place, but I got started with work without question.

As I was cleaning the table with a wet cloth, I found a lock underneath that informed me that the table was in fact, a long chest of some sort. The lock itself was open, dangling uselessly. Perhaps the owner had forgotten to secure his chest of goodies after he was done with it.

I ignored the chest beckoning to me and continued my duties, cleaning and mopping the slightly dusty small cottage. Perhaps the servants did not like to be in here. It was a little scary to be working in a place which was surrounded by glass walls. Anybody walking by could see exactly what I was up to.

In the whole hour I was working, I didn't see anybody walking past, however. I was done cleaning even the bathroom by the hour and half mark and found myself rapidly running out of things to entertain myself with.

"Open me," the chest seemed to call out, the dangling open lock making it even more enticing.

I clicked my heels on the soft carpet and looked around cautiously. There was nobody around as far as my eyes could see. My heart thumped at my chest, excited by the thought of opening up the chest. I wondered what could be in there.

My hand trembled slightly when I reached forward to pull the lock away. It fell onto the ground with a soft thud.

I had to use both hands to pry the chest open. It was like opening a treasure chest from a cartoon show. Inside the chest were riches and gold that I couldn't even phantom. The gold glinted and the diamonds shined. I reached into pull out a long pearl necklace that ended with a round diamond encrusted sphere.

I put that aside and delved in for more, finding gold pendants the size of my thumbs and diamond encrusted bracelets cuffs. It should be a crime to keep such fine jewelry in such a manner of disarray. I had half the mind to arrange the jewelry for the owner when the back of my neck tingled. I shut the lid without thinking, slamming it down as if my life depended on it and pretended to be cleaning the sides of the chest.

There was a man nearing the cottage. He looked to be in his mid thirties, though his expression was one of intense disapproval. He fixed me with an angry glare the moment he stepped into the room.

"You must be the new maid," he said, with a frown. His expression softened when he saw the look of fear in my eyes, "I apologize for scaring you. I am Mike Payne," he extended a hand towards me.

I shook his hand, feeling the coldness of his fingers on my much smaller hands. I realized in horror that I had left the pearl necklace on the ground, resting by my foot. He couldn't see it from where he was standing behind the couch, but if he were to walk by, he would notice it immediately. He jump to the conclusion that I was stealing from him!

I needed to hide it, fast!

"They told me to clean this room," I murmured, my voice trembling as I prayed he wouldn't see the necklace.

"Yes, yes," he said, shaking his head. "Superstitious bunch," he continued with a wry smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Something about him made me want to turn around and run but was incredibly intriguing at the same time.

"Superstitious?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Some fortune teller came in a few weeks ago and said if anyone were to set foot in their house, grave danger would befall on them." He leaned against the couch with his hands in his pockets.

"That would explain it," I smiled. "I'm almost done, just a small bit here and I'll be right out," I said.

"Okay, don't let me keep you," he said, turning around to head towards the small drinking bar. Like everything else in the house, it was made completely of transparent glass tha [...]