Maiden Maid Ch 5 The Punishment

This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the depression and life is hard. In Chapter 1 and 2, Sara is given a job as a maid for Michael. In Chapter 3 she is spanked for breaking a glass and is forced to masturbate Michael’s cock. In Chapter 4, Michael takes further sexual liberties with her young body including teaching her how to suck his cock.

Maiden Maid

Chapter 5-The Punishment

Sara’s ass arched up as Michael’s cock plowed painfully into her virgin passage. Her head raised up and she screamed as it felt like a red-hot poker was thrust into her vagina, tearing apart her hymen in one cruel thrust that forever took her innocence from her body. Her body was already sore from the punishment Michael had inflicted on her body as she was bent over and tied to the punishment bench. If that had not been enough to smash her innocence, the rape of her pussy as she was bent over the upholstered chair was even worse. She was forced to present herself, open and naked on the chair. She was kneeling on the seat, her upper body hanging over the top of the chair, her breasts hanging down. Her legs were spread wide, touching the arms of the chair. She could feel her pussy lips and ass cheeks spread open. She trembled in fear as she heard Michael behind her removing his clothing, his hard cock placed against open pussy.

Before that night, Sara could not concentrate, her thoughts only of the punishment that Michael would inflict on her body tonight. She had accidentally brushed her teeth against his cock as she sucked it, Michael screaming in pain at the act. After forcing her to swallow his seed, he had left the room, leaving her to think about what evil punishment that he would inflict on her tonight. Sara kept busy all day, but she continued to dread the punishment. She was aghast when she entered Michael’s study to bring him his lunch and saw the punishment bench. It stood out in the center of the room, a massive wood structure laced with leather straps.

Michael looked up when she entered, smiling as he saw her eyes feast upon the punishment bench, wide open in terror at the thought of her bondage in the device. “John did a good job, don’t you think?”

Sara could not believe that John was behind the evil contraption. She had thought of him as her only friend in the house, now she was confronted with the knowledge that he knew and condoned what Michael had and was going to force her to submit to. Each time she would see him now, she could only imagine the thoughts behind his eyes. Was he like Michael, only wanting to take advantage of her situation and have her submit to him sexually? Her eyes looked over the device, from the pillory device in the front that would hold her head and arms tight, to the back pillory with the numerous holes for varying degree of spread on her legs. She did not notice the board that could be raised to split her pussy lips apart and force her to ride the sharp ridge. Nor did she see the bright shiny clamps that would bite into her nipples, springs putting tremendous tension on them, pulling her nipples far from her body.

“Please, Sir, I will obey you, do not punish me on that evil contraption,” she cried out, her eyes pleading to Michael.

“You must learn your position here, Sara and tonight will be your next lesson. Now leave my food and be off with you. Unless of course you want me to increase your punishment for tonight?”

“No, Sir, no,” rushing out of the room. She went back into the kitchen, her face red in shame as she saw John staring at her when she entered. She went into the pantry, a small room lined with shelves on one side, holding the provisions for the house. She could not face looking at John, knowing what she would have to endure tonight at the hands of Michael and that John was instrumental in her punishment. She was grabbing some cans of food when she heard someone enter the narrow pantry. She heard the voice of John and then felt his body against hers, pushing her against the shelves. She was pinned within the tiny confines of the pantry.

“I hear you have seen my handiwork. Michael has promised me some time with you strapped into it. He allows me wide latitude in punishing the maids at the manor and you will be no exception. If you want some leniency with me, you better learn to obey and please me.”

“I thought you were my friend, someone I could trust and depend on?” Sara felt John moving behind her, pushing hard against her. She felt his hands move up and touch her waist, pinning her tightly to the shelves.

John moved his head towards her, his hot breath on her neck. “You will be more then a friend to me, Sara. Much more then a friend. I have such nice things I will do to you and you will do to me. Now, raise your hands up onto the top shelf. Higher, all the way up.” Her hands moved up, slowly climbing up the shelves until they were almost extended up. “Yes, that is good. Now hold still.”

Sara trembled in fear as Johns hands began to move over her body. His hands slid up from her waist, slowly moving up her sides, Sara knowing that they were heading for her unprotected breasts, now thrust up high by her outstretched arms. She felt so vulnerable, pinned tightly to the shelves, feeling John’s hard cock already rubbing sensuously against her ass cheeks. She pushed back on her ass in sudden response as his hands touched the soft swell of her breasts.

“Yes, push back a little from the shelves, but keep your ass tightly against my cock. I want to be able to touch your body. You like that, don’t you Sara. You like being made helpless, unable to stop the ravishment of your own body. I bet your pussy is soaking wet by now. I will soon find out. I am going to make you cum, Sara. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sara. Forced to cum for me.”

Sara felt the hands slowly move over the sides of her breasts, fingers running over the flesh held tightly within the silk camisole. She could feel her nipples already hardening in anticipation when the fingers would touch them. She knew he was right, she could feel the dampness between her legs. Ashamed at her own behavior she pushed out from the shelves, knowing that she was allowing him complete access to her body. She pushed her ass against him, feeling the hard cock in his pants rubbing against her cheeks. “No, please don’t,” she begged, but moved her ass sensuously against the hard cock. She felt a tongue push into her ear, a small groan of pleasure escaping from her lips as the wet digit moved around in her ear canal.

John’s hands moved forward, grabbing her up-thrust breasts fully within his large hands. He squeezed them tightly, feeling her push against his cock, straining in his pants for release. “Such nice tits, Sara.” His fingers sought out her nipples, large points protruding her dress out. He grabbed each one of them tightly between two fingers and began to apply pressure. “Do you like it when I squeeze them tight? Does the pain feel good?” He twisted them left and right, pinching harder to make sure they did not escape his grasp. He felt them get bigger from the manual ministration of his fingers.

“OOOOOHHHH,” Sara moaned as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her nipples hurt and at the same time she felt a tremor of excitement move through her body as her breasts were roughly fondled for John’s enjoyment. “Ouch” she cried and arched her ass sharply back onto his cock as he gave her a brutal pinch of her nipple. “OWWW,” again she moved back as he did it again.

His fingers tore at her nipples, making her push back on his cock. Each time his cock jerked in appreciation as her silky ass moved over the front of his pants. He continued to pinch them hard, her ass simulating a fucking motion on his cock. “You are going to be a hot fuck, Sara. Too bad that Michael will get you first. But that pussy will still be tight when I fuck it. Yeah, nice and tight. Keep fucking back on me.”

Sara lowered her hands as she felt the hands move over the front of her dress, plucking open the buttons, spreading the front open, the fat hands yanking the top of her dress off her shoulders, the camisoles straps falling down off her shoulders at the same time. She felt the cool air blow across her naked breasts now, the nipples so hard they hurt. She did not have to wait for long before the hands returned, this time to her naked flesh, the harsh fingers moving over her small breasts, grabbing the dark colored areolas, fingernails digging into the tender flesh. His fingers moved so fast it felt like more then two hands ravishing her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. They pulled her breasts out from her body, his fingers anchored tightly to the nipples. A quick twist brought a sharp yelp from her mouth, her ass pushing hard against his cock. She could only imagine how she looked, her arms high above her head again, her dress and camisole hanging from her waist, naked from the waist up. She was moaning in pleasure as his hands abused her body, her ass rising and falling onto his pant covered hard cock.

“Let’s see if that pussy is wet,” John’s hands sliding her dress down over her hips, the material straining to keep from bursting. His fingers moved over her abdomen, pushing in hard, forcing her ass back hard on his cock again. “Spread your legs, Sara. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”