Maiden Maid Ch 3 First Spanking and Masturbating the Master

Sara got up and grabbed her clothes and left the room without dressing. She was ashamed. She went back to her room and quickly closed the door. She lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, the vision of her on her knees before him, jerking him off, him cumming all over her. She moved her hand down to her pussy and began to rub her clit, her ass arching off the bed, pinching harder on the hard clit. “AAAAGGGHHH,” she yelled, stuffing her hand in her mouth to silence her scream in ecstasy. She could taste the cum on her hand, her tongue racing over her digits as she came again, her mouth full of his hot, thick cum, her camisole still wet from his cum.

Sara awoke refreshed, she always did after a nice cum. The girls at the orphanage had taught her well. With no boys, this was the only alternative and as they got older, it became more frequent. She was embarrassed over last night. She had jerked off his cock and he had cum all over her. She wasn’t sure what the reaction would be when they met today. It made her very nervous. She got dressed and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. John was already in, having a cup of coffee. He looked at her as she entered. “Morning John, how are you this morning?”

“I presume everything went well last night,” a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Yes,” she stammered, forgetting that John knew she was to be punished last night. She thought she could see a funny look, a knowing look. Did he somehow know what happened last night?

“That’s good, Sara, I like you, would like you to stay around. As long as you follow the rules and obey Michael, you will do well. Got to go, lots of work today. Bye.” He had to finish the spanking bench, it was only two more days until Saturday. Michael was excited about the suggestions he had, Sara would not. He could imagine her bent over the bench, her ass thrust up high, her legs spread wide. Maybe, someday Michael would let him have her. He would like that, fucking her from behind. Maybe fucking her asshole. He walked out to the workshed, his cock hard, imagining.

Michael walked into the kitchen while Sara was eating, nodded to her, grabbed his coffee and rushed out, barely even recognizing her existence. He liked to do that, put them off guard. He would inspect her later this afternoon, in his study where he would have privacy. 

Sara said good morning to Michael, but he was gone by time the words came out. Did last night really happen, did she imagine it? Michael didn’t even seem to notice her. Well, maybe its over with. She went about her work, cleaning some of the rooms, Michael’s room and the study. She looked at the ottoman for long minutes, remembering her kneeling on it, Michael spanking her ass and thighs. And then the chair, masturbating his cock until he shot his cum on her. Back to work, got to put this out of her head. She could already feel her pussy getting wet again. The morning went quickly, followed by a long lunch, then back to work again. She was in the library when John found her.

“Michael would like you in the study now, Sara,” watching her expression as he told her. 

Sara looked up surprised, “thank you John”. Did she do anything wrong?

As soon as Sara entered the study, she knew. Michael was sitting in his chair, the ottoman in front of him. He was wearing his robe. “I am going out this evening, so we might as well get your chore out of the way for the day. Come here, Sara.” His voice was demanding and very matter of fact.

Sara walked over to him, her arms at her sides. “Yes, sir.”

His hands reached out for her hips, pulling her towards him. His robe briefly parted, his hard cock partially exposed. “Is your ass sore today, Sara?” He turned her body until her back was facing him. He slapped her ass cheek, “do I have to repeat myself,” another slap to her ass.

“No, Master Michael. Yes, it was sore this morning, in fact it still is,” feeling his hands begin to casually run over her ass as if he owned her. She felt them grab her cheeks hard, his hand compressing her ass flesh.

“Hold still while I remove your skirt again, I want to see,” his fingers undoing the buttons and quickly stripping the skirt from her body. “Step out of it, Sara, now the blouse, remove the blouse, quickly now, I don’t have all day.”

Sara was quickly stripped down to her camisole, panties, garter belt and stockings, her back to Michael. She felt the hands on her silk panties, feeling them pinch and mold her ass cheeks. 

“Legs apart, quickly now, more, that’s good,” her legs now over three feet wide, perched high atop her high heels. “Now bend over and grab your ankles with your hands and stay in the position while I inspect you. Yes, bend over,” his hand on her back, forcing her to bend in the middle, her ass pushing out seductively into his face. “That’s a good girl, now look between your legs at me, yes, do not look away.”

Sara felt humiliated as she was forced to bend over and grab her ankles. With her legs spread, she was open, his face directly in front of her ass, pushed out by the position before him. She looked up at him, everything upside down. He was staring at her ass, his fingers running over her flesh, teasing along the crease between her legs, gently pulling stray pussy hairs out, her gasps of pain begging him to find more.

He pulled her panties tighter over her ass cheeks until he could make out the outline of her ass crack. He pulled higher, pushing them tighter into her pussy, her pussy lips forced to separate as they pushed in. His fingers started tracing the crack of her ass, down to her pussy, his fingers pushing in deeper, feeling the wetness begin to flow beneath her trapped panties. “Getting wet again, Sara? He watched her face between her spread legs, his fingers running up and down her split pussy lips. He slapped her ass hard, “on your knees in front of me, quickly now,” pulling open his robe, his hard cock springing free. “Make me cum again, I don’t have to teach you again, do I?”

Sara could feel her pussy getting wet again, spread open for him as he played with her pussy through her wet panties. She stood back up again and got down on her knees before him. “No, Sir, I know what to do to please you.” Her hand reached out to his cock, grabbing it with one hand, her other hand searching for his hanging balls. She began to masturbate him again, her hand moving mechanically up and down his cock, blowing on his cock with her hot breath, squeezing his balls gently. All to make him cum.

“When I cum, make sure I shoot on your face this time. I don’t want it on your clothes. And keep your eyes open, I want to see your eyes when I cum,” leaning back in the chair as this lovely little girl masturbated him, her small hands stroking his cock up and down. He watched her face, only inches from his cock as she blew on it, making it jerk in uncontrollable pleasure. She was good. But tonight was the last night she would be masturbating him. Tomorrow, Saturday, she would be using her mouth to satisfy him. And he would be using his new spanking bench. He watched as he approached his climax, her hands moving faster, knowing what she was doing to him. “Closer, move your face closer,” he ordered her as his balls finally shot the first load of cum out his cock, hitting her directly on her nose, some already dripping down to the end. She jerked back as the first load hit her, surprised by the hot cum. He fired another load of hot, drippy cum on her cheek this time, almost hitting her mouth. “Don’t wipe it off until I tell you to.” He grabbed her head and pulled it forward, “jerk harder, make me cum one more load, Sara.” She obeyed, forcing another load of cum from his balls, his hands forcing her face closer. This load shot directly onto her clenched lips, the hot load already glistening on her lips. He moved his fingers over her lips, moving his cum around, spreading it on her lips from one side of her mouth to the other. “Now lick your lips clean, Sara, I don’t want anything left on your lips.”

Sara felt degraded as he shot his first load of cum on her face, then another, feeling the hot, thick cum slowly dripping down her face. He had told her not to wipe it. She felt hands grab her face, pulling it closer, ordering her to jerk another load of cum out of him. She knew where he was going to put the next load, clenching her lips tightly, waiting for it. She jerked his cock until it shot out, landing on her clenched lips. Then she heard it. His orders. Lick your lips until they are clean. She didn’t want to, but she could not resist. She had tasted his cum on her fingers last night. Cleaning her fingers as she came, rolling his cum around her mouth as her fingers masturbated herself to climax. She let her tongue come out and slowly roll over her lips, grabbing up the still hot cum and pushing it into her mouth, tasting the thick, salty fluid, her tongue on her lips again, searching for more.

“You backed your face away from my cock when I came on you. You will be punished tomorrow night. Now get out of here, I have to get ready for tonight.”

Sara grabbed her clothes and ran from the room, cum still on her nose and cheek, tears in her eyes as she feared the punishment again tomorrow night. She knew it would be worse then last time, not expecting it would happen so soon. She went to her room, cuddled up in a ball, sobbing. Her fingers moved down to her wet pussy, finding her hard clit and began to rub it, her hips moving on the bed until she climaxed again. Her fingers wiped his cum from her face and pushed it into her mouth as she came, her fingers trapped between her legs.

To be Continued ...