Amy carefully dusted the antique Ming vase with her feather duster. This would normally be an easy task except for the impediments that she had to work with.
For starters, her outfit did not offer much freedom of movement. She wore a maid’s uniform that was altogether too short and showed off too much skin. The skirt was so short as to barely cover her white thong panties. The thin shoulder straps left her arms bare except for the black gloves that covered her hands and lower forearm. The neckline was so low that her ample cleavage was more than revealed. When she bent down, her breasts would almost pop from their confinement. This was possible because she wore no bra underneath her uniform.
Her long legs were sheathed in sheer black nylons held up by a garter belt that was very much in evidence. She wore high heeled pumps that served to add shape to her already stunning gams. Her ankles had leather bands encircling them. These bands were equipped with chrome d-rings.
Her movements were restricted by the leather straps around both wrists that were connected by a short length of chain.
So intent was Amy on her work that she was startled by a shout, “Careful with that vase, maid, it is very valuable!”
So startled was Amy that she fumbled with the duster. As a result, the vase was knocked over and crashed into a dozen pieces on the floor.
“You are a clumsy maid! Look what you’ve done! Now I shall have to punish you for your clumsiness!” exclaimed Tom, “Come here!” Tom took the chain connecting Amy wrists and pulled her towards a plush couch. He deftly detached one end of the chain, pulled Amy’s arms behind her and reconnected the chain. The motion happened so fast that Amy barely registered the fact that her hands were now clipped behind her.
Sitting on the couch, Tom pulled Amy over his lap.
“Oh please, master, please don’t spank me!” begged Amy. Her words were belied by a tingling and a moistening in her nether regions in anticipation of her “punishment.”
“You are a very bad maid and you deserve this punishment!” growled Tom as he flipped Amy’s skirt out of the way to expose her rounded and shapely behind. The thong she wore did little in concealing her smooth butt cheeks. Tom caressed one cheek and landed a sharp smack.
“Eee! Please master…” begged Amy.
“If you keep this up, I will spank you until your butt is scarlet! Now count!” commanded Tom as he swatted the other cheek.
“Ungh, one!” squeaked Amy.
Tom caressed the spot that he had struck and Amy could feel her insides start to churn in mixed fear and desire.
“Speak up!” said Tom as he swatted the other cheek before caressing it.
“Two!” gasped Amy.
The blows came faster but always they were accompanied by soft caresses and pinches on Amy’s back side. When the count reached 20, Tom stopped. Amy was sniffing, feeling both chastised and turned on.
Tom let Amy regain her composure but couldn’t resist groping her crotch.
“Already wet I see. Well, don’t think I’ll let you off easily. You will only be allowed to climax until your punishment is over,” declared Tom.
Amy’s heart fluttered as she tried to imagine what punishments Tom had in mind.