Maiden Maid Ch 3 First Spanking and Masturbating the Master

John was right. She did not have many options. “I know, it’s just so humiliating. I never told you, but I am a virgin. I lived at an all girls orphanage, so we did not have any chances to date, not that anyone would want to date an orphan. Michael just looks at me very strange some times. Leering glances. And lately he has been rubbing and bumping up against me.” Sara looked at John, looking for an answer.

Michael sure picked himself a winner this time. A virgin. Wish I could pop her cherries, he thought. Damn rich guys. Always getting the virgins. It wouldn’t be long before he is fucking her. She is going to be taking his cock in every hole she has. And then his friends are going to have her. They were even worse, more perverted. He saw some of their parties. Even the whores he brought in were humiliated at what they were forced to perform. Well, once he fucks her, I’ll have a chance at her. A little blackmail always goes a long way with the help. She’ll do anything to stay out of trouble with Michael, anything. “Listen, Sara, I’m not going to tell you again. Do what he says and don’t make him cross. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow.” John left, his cock hard. Lucky bastard. It will really make his cock hard when he makes the spanking bench, knowing how it will be used. He said so many ideas of improvements. Yes, Michael would like it very much. Maybe he will even let me use it on Sara.

Sara went up to her room to freshen up. She checked herself in the mirrors, blouse and skirt, high heels, dark stocking. She did look good. Maybe Michael would go easy on her. She went down to the study, going in, Michael sitting on one of the large overstuffed chairs, his feet on the large, padded ottoman in front of the chair. He put down the newspaper when he saw her enter. He already had his robe on, a bad sign. “I’m here to accept my punishment, Sir. I know what I did wrong was bad and I will do accept whatever punishment you see fit,” hoping to get him to go easy on her.

Michael looked at her sternly. “I realize that this is your first incident, but if I let it go lightly, I am afraid that this will continue to happen. I am a very stern disciplinarian and believe that corporal punishment is an excellent way to deter negative behavior. I therefore have decided that you will be spanked tonight.” Michael got up and sat down on the ottoman. “Are you willing to accept your punishment?”

This was the moment in Sara’s life when her whole life would change because of a simple yes or no. A no and she would end up in the street, facing an uncertain future. A yes and she would be secure in her position, but what would be required of her. What would she have to give up? Could she live with herself and the things that might be required of her? She knew it was not about a simple spanking. That would just be the beginning. She knew that Michael had other plans for her, many things that she would not like. It was either submit or not. A simple yes or no. “Yes, Master Michael,” sealing her future.

Michael smiled, pleased with the answer. He knew that he had her. No longer would he have to feign reasons for watching her, touching her. He would take it slow, slowly forcing her, humiliating her. “Come closer, Sara, come a little closer,” his hands reaching out to her. 

Sara walked up in front of Michael, her arms at her sides. She felt his hands reach out and touch her, placed firmly on her hips. His hands were large, her hips small. She felt a tiny tremor running through her body. She felt her body turned, the hands urging her on.

“Turn around, yes, that’s a good girl.” Michael moved his hands, tentatively moving them up to the top of her skirt and then began to move them slowly down her ass. “Stand still,” he ordered her when he saw her begin to move away. He moved down, his hands now placed firmly on her ass, no hesitation, no excuses. “You have a nice ass, Sara, it is made for spanking. Have you ever been spanked before?”

“No Sir,” her voice softly answering. “Some of the other girls had been spanked by Mr. Smith even though they would not speak about it, but I was lucky.”

No, she wasn’t lucky, Mr. Smith had been saving her for him. And the other girls were spanked and caned until they gave up their virginity to Mr. Smith. Many girls at the orphanage lost the virginity of their mouths, pussy and assholes on Mr. Smith’s desk only after receiving a severe spanking or caning with threats of more. “You have not been so lucky here, Sara. Only a few days and already you are to receive a spanking.” His fingers continued to linger over her ass cheeks, grabbing them tightly, moving his hands all over the gentle swell of her buttocks. “Turn around again,” his hands never leaving her body, guiding her. “I don’t want you to get your blouse messed up so I want you to remove it now.” It was not a question, it was an order.

Sara had already removed her blouse for Michael when giving him a bath, so it did not particularly bother her. But she knew more was coming. The familiarity of his hands on her ass showed her that he had no qualms about his power over her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Michael’s eyes on her the whole time as she revealed her silk chamois. She pulled it from her skirt, slipped it off her arms and shoulder. She held it while Michael looked at her. She looked down and saw her nipples pushing out on the silk chamois, blushing as Michael took the blouse from her, placing it on the chair next to him.

“You have very small breasts, but your nipples look very big. Is that correct, or should I have you remove your top and show me?” Michael smiled, watching as she blushed at his questions.

“No, Sir, that will not be necessary. I do have very large nipples and the silk makes them very erect,” she blurted out. She did not know why she said so much. A simple yes would have been sufficient, but she did not want to displease him anymore.

“I am afraid that with your skirt on, it would not hurt very much when I spank you, so your skirt will also have to come off. Turn around again, I will do it,” his hands again guiding her around until her back was toward him. “Look straight ahead into the mirror, I want you to watch what I do,” he ordered her. A large full-length mirror was situated in front of her. She had never noticed it before, but now she though that it might have been placed there for this particular reason. She watched herself as she felt hands on her ass again, massaging her cheeks. They moved up to the buttons and unbuttoned them one at a time until all three of them were open, hands holding her skirt up. She watched in slow motion as her skirt slowly fell to the floor, falling into a puddle at her feet. She looked down as her panties, white silk panties with ribbon ties at the side, were revealed.

“Eyes straight ahead, there’s extra swats for not obeying.” He watched as her eyes suddenly shot up and stared straight back at him, pleading eyes watching him in the mirror. He stared at her silk panty covered ass, his hands anxiously waiting to touch her ass, teasing himself. She looked simply beautiful, though he would not tell her that. The high heels gave her legs that long, lean look highlighted by the stockings, the dark seam running symmetrically up her legs held up by the sexiest garter belt. He could almost see a peek of red pussy hair pushing out from the edge of her panties. No, he would not take her panties off tonight. That would be another time, another time to humiliate her, to force her, to strip her body for his pleasure. 

Ten more, how many was he going to give her? She stood up tall and straight as she felt the hands returning, this time only her silk panties standing in the way of his hands and her naked ass. She felt him lift up on her ass cheeks, moving them around, making them dance. She felt his fingers trace down the cheeks of her ass, her ass cheeks clenching tightly in defense. The finger did not probe, only run up and down the taunt cheeks, teasing her. She felt his hands move down, now off of her panties onto her naked legs, finger running gently up and down her the soft tender inner thighs.

“Spread your legs apart, Sara.” It was an order, not a request, knowing that she passed the point of no return, she would obey whatever he would request. His hands slipped in between her legs as she slowly parted her legs. He pushed his hands between the parted thighs, his fingers grabbing each thigh, pressure forcing out on them. “More, you can do better then that, Sara.” He watched as her legs shuffled out, the gap between her legs widening, his hands molding her tight thighs. “Just a little bit more, do you like the way you look in the mirror, Sara?”

Sara shuffled her legs a little further apart, they were now spread over two feet, her thighs being rubbed passionately by Michael. She saw her reflection, half-naked, her hard nipples still pushing out her chamois, her white panties and garter belt accented by the black stockings running up her legs, perched atop a pair of high heels. She was not sure what to answer. She never thought of herself as beautiful, only average. She had small breasts, but full hips and butt. “I just want to please you, Sir,” hoping that it would be a satisfactory response.