Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

“He wanted to spank her! I don’t know, John. Isn’t that a little strange, its not like I’m a little girl.” Sarah looked at John, a puzzled look on her face, what would I do if he wanted to do that to me?

“Rich people are a little strange. Just think about doing whatever is necessary to survive. The economy will get better any day now. Just try to survive until then. I hope you decide to stay around. I like you.” John looked at Sarah and I would love to fuck that red haired pussy as soon as Michael breaks you in, he thought to himself, his cock hardening with the thought of being on top of her, her legs spread, his cock pushing deep into the tight, teenage pussy.

“Yes, your right. I need to do whatever to keep this job. And I like you too John, I think we will become good friends.”

“good girl, now let me show you the rest of the house and your duties.” For the rest of the day, John showed every nook and cranny of the house to Sarah. He could never keep his eyes off that delectable body. “It is almost time for me to leave, I don’t stay her like you do. Michael will be having his dinner. I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on your first night.” John left Sarah, smiling. What will Michael do to her tonight?

Sarah ate her dinner in the kitchen, while Michael had his dinner in the study. The food was the best she ever tasted, steak and potatoes. She had never even had steak before. Food at the orphanage rarely had meat, never mind steak. She finished and cleaned up her dishes and went to her room. At 8:45 she went to Michael’s bedroom. She knocked on the door. No answer, so she went in. She went to his bathroom, a room almost of the size of her bedroom. She began filling the large bathtub with hot water. Seeing bath suds next to the tub, she put in a small quantity and watched as it filled the tub. She was bending over the tub watching the water fill when she felt a presence behind her. “You startled me,” Sarah said, seeing Michael in the door, watching her. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long, in this house, you do not have to knock on the door before entering. It wastes a lot of precious time. There is only the two of us here most of the time, so it obviously the other. I am not big on privacy, this is my home and you have the privilege of sharing it with me, but it is still my home, I will go anywhere I please, that includes the room you are living in. If you notice, none of the doors have locks except for the outside doors. Do you understand, Sarah?

“Yes, Master Michael,” standing as she turned off the water.

“I will be finished my bath in a hour. I want you to come down here then and clean up my bathroom. Then I want you in my study. I want you wearing her nightclothes, I have laid them out on the bed for you. Be prompt.” Michael watched for any change of expression or disapproval, but saw none.

“I can wait to change after I clean your bathroom, sir,” hoping to avoid him seeing her in her nightclothes.

“That was not a question, Sarah, that was an order. Are you already being insolent?” Michael’s voice rose, wanting to throw a little fear in Sarah.

“No, Master Michael, I’m sorry, I will do exactly as you say. I will not question your orders again, sir,” Sarah stammered off quickly. Don’t screw up, Sarah, she thought, you just got here, don’t get him mad and throw you out on the street. 

“You may leave now,” he snapped. As she was walking out, she could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was already beginning to undress. She hurried, not wanting to see him naked.

She went back to her bedroom, her nightclothes spread out on the bed. There were only two garments, a satin black negligee and a matching black wrap. It was made of the same material as the negligee, an almost transparent garment, this was meant not to cover, but to entice. On the floor was a pair of black slippers, but they had three inch heels on them.

Sarah took off her clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. She took her lingerie and stockings and soaked them in the sink while she got dressed. Should I put on lingerie, she thought. No, he told me only to put on what he had laid out for her. She let the negligee slip over her head and down her body. The material rubbed against her nipples, the delicate morsels again turning hard from the fabric. She put her feet into the slippers and slipped the wrap over her shoulders, tying it at the neck with the lace bow. Another bow at her waist was the only other tie. She looked in the mirrors, her reflection shooting back at her. Her red hair contrasted with the black nightclothes. She could almost see through the material. Her legs stood up high on the heel, the muscles of her legs standing out. She looked at the clock on the table. Almost 10:00, I must get this over with. It’s not going to be so bad. He just wants to see if my clothes fit, then it will be time for bed.

Sarah entered the library, this time without knocking on the door. Michael was seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, in his robe and slippers. 

“Over here, stand in front of the fire, wouldn’t want you getting cold.” Michael watched as she walked toward him. She looked gorgeous in the negligee and wrap, her long legs accented by the three-inch heels on her feet. “Face me, hands at your sides, yes, that is good.” He watched as she turned and faced him, placing her hands at her sides. “The clothes fit very good, Sarah. Turn around and stop when you back is to me. Stop, yes, hold it there.”

Sarah moved as Michael directed her. It almost felt natural, not awkward, to obey his commands. She did not hesitate, turning, her back to him. Again, she could feel his gaze on her even with her back to him. She stayed in position, long minutes passing with no further commands. She shuffled on her feet, growing impatient.

“Turn facing me again, Sarah. Now, remove the wrap, I want to see the negligee.” Michael watched, as Sarah’s face became flush. He liked that, he liked to humiliate them. “I wouldn’t tell you again,” his voice rising in tone.