Traci the Maid

Traci had gotten a job as a maid in a rich man's house. She looked just like any blond 26-year old woman - long legs, slender waist and high size C breasts. She had a heart-shaped face and giggled at all the right times. Only Traci had a secret that nobody at her knew job knew about - she had a 6" cock! Traci sort of liked cleaning, and they gave her a uniform to wear at work, like a french maid's uniform only less revealing. Traci liked to tease the men in the house and was always finding ways to show more leg or a little more cleavage. She had also taken to wearing a garterbelt and stockings to work so she could show off her thighs over the top of the stockings. The master of the house was out of town a lot, but she still had the two gardners, a major domo and a couple other men to entice as she happily straightened and dusted and cleaned. All in all, it was a good job - reasonable work, good pay, and friendly staff. One day, after Traci had been working there for about two months, the master of the house came into the library as she was dusting books. He sat down at his desk and began opening files and looking at papers. Traci peeked at him as she dusted. He was very attractive, with a neatly trimmed beard, dark hair and a very athletic build. Traci felt very mischievous. She made sure to dust the top books (how would he know they had already been dusted today?). That way, whenever he looked up, he would see her black nylons, garterbelt and white thighs. He would also see her black lace panties. It excited Traci to think about exciting this rich, powerful, attractive man. She felt her cock stir and tried to think about something else. An erection, she thought, would ruin her feminine appeal. She made a little more rustling noise than usual, so that several times the master was interupted from his work to look up at her. She hoped she was getting to him. She must have been, because finally he said "Come here. I want to talk to you". He sounded stern and serious. Traci got down off her ladder, showing as much leg as possible. She also smiled, showing her dimples. When she stood in front on the desk, she noticed that he was not smiling. She began to feel a little nervous. "Traci" he began, standing and looking down at her "how long have you been working here?" "About two months, sir" Traci responded in a soft voice. "And have you been happy working here so far?" he asked her, looking directly into her eyes. "Yes, sir" Traci responded, letting her eyes drop. "I pay a lot of money for people to look after my home and my comfort so that I can attend to my business interests" he went on. "And you are distracting me from those business interests" he told her. "Do you wish to continue in your em- ployment here?" "Yes, please" Traci responded nervously. This was getting pretty serious! "Well, then, you must be punished for disturbing me so that you will remember not to do it again" he told her, walking over to where she stood and towering over her. "Can you understand this?" "Yes, sir" Traci said again, feeling frightened. He took a ruler from his desk and pulled up her skirt! Before Traci could believe what he was doing, whack! WHACK! went the ruler against her tender white bottom. It HURT! Traci looked over at the master of the house - he looked faintly amused. He reached over and bent her over, exposing her butt through her lace panties. Then he brought down the ruler three more times! "Will you disturb me while I am working again?" he asked her. "No, sir" Traci answered sulkily. "good girl!" he told her (rather like she was a dog, Traci thought resentfully). Then he sat down on his reading chair. "Come here" he told her firmly. Traci went over to the big stuffed chair a little reluctantly. When she reached it, he turned her around and pulled up her skirt again. Then he gently stroked her poor ass. It stung like fire, but as he stroked her punished flesh, Traci found herself growing excited. He continued to pet her bottom for a minute, then as his hand moved further forward, he found something he didn't expect. Traci felt the master's fingers touch her balls and knew she was truly exposed. What would he do now?