I smile at you as I stroke your cheek, admiring the maid outfit we picked out, especially noting the fishnets and tall red heels that complimented your vivid red collar.
Every Monday I have guests over, and you’re expected the cater to their needs – well, their needs for beverages. “Everyone’s going to be here in half an hour. Do you have everyones’ drinks ready?” I ask, smiling, to which you nod.
“Yes, I’m ready, Master,” you respond happily, as you start preparing tea. I could see my offer to get you a pony doll if you prepared everyone’s drinks flawlessly was motivating.
I shook my head with amusement as I finished preparing the games. It amused me, but I adored it about you that you could maintain childlike innocence as you grew into the beautiful woman you are.
The guests came in, mostly men but a couple women and one couple. Overall there were about eighteen people in our home having drinks, playing games, chatting over all sorts of little and big things. And through it all was my corsetted and collared little maid, flitting about, making sure to keep the entire social occasion a well-lubricated wheel.
However, I found myself frowning a bit as I noticed one of my guests getting a bit… rowdy. Now, we had fun here, but it was important to maintain a high standard of elegance and proper conduct. What’s more, I knew this man only became so rowdy after drinking.
I sighed. Giving it a bit of thought, I headed into the kitchen to see you steeping some tea. You looked back, smiling. “Hey Master, how am I,” you started before seeing disappointment on my face. Your expression instantly shifted to one of ‘I’m in so much trouble,’
You tried to turn, but my hand lashed out and I instantly had a fistful of hair. “Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimpered, trying to struggle away. Ignoring it, I slowly walked you into the main room where everyone was chatting amongst themselves.
“Everyone, may I have your attention!” I bellowed out as you whimpered ‘Please, no,’ before everyone stopped talking.
The room was dead silent. The tension here was enough to stop your struggling. Using the opportunity, I lightly tapped you on the back of the knee with one foot, signalling you to your knees as terror overcame your expression.
“Mr. Curtis,” I said, glaring at my rather rowdy friend who was instantly cowed. “Your behavior has been… inelegant,” I say. A bit of an understatement, but understatement is a handy tool. “I’m well aware of the fact that you are quite smashed out of your wits, and I would appreciate it if you would sit down and have some coffee for a bit before I have to eject you for undesired advances,”
The man had the sense to look ashamed and sit down without complaint after a sharp glare. “However, my maid will be unable to procure it for some time, because she has committed an error. Now. What do you feel you have done?” I say, looking at you, forcing you to look at me with a sharp jerk on your hair.
All around, all eyes are on you. You try to focus on me, but your eyes glance around, seeing voyeuristic, grinning faces that seem to be filled with amusement or excitement. All around you, everyone is looking forward to what happens.
Paralyzed by hesitation, you’re brought back to the real world with a sharp slap across the face and your head being forced down. “She was given very explicit instructions to neither serve strong drinks, nor to serve alchohol to anybody becoming rowdy. Because I have needed to reprimand and humiliate my dear friend, clearly this instruction was broken. So. What did you do?” I asked, my gaze focused on you.
You knew that I rewarded obedience, but I punished disobedience without hesitation. You also knew that if you did not answer, your punishment would dip into cruelty.
“I made him a long island iced tea,” you asked, trying to shield your face. “Please, Master, don’t slap me,” you begged, while ignoring the gazes around you.
“I won’t” I said, and slowly you lowered your hands, cautiously.
A blur of sharp pain as I pulled you by your hair, dragged you to your feet momentarily then threw you over my knee as I lifted up the skirt of your outfit, showing everyone your black thong and black garters. “No, please, stop, Master,” you cried out before you felt my hand strike your ass, sending a surge of pain through your body.
More than the pain, though, you feel their eyes. Watching you. Admiring your ass. Listening to you cry out as each and every blow impacts you. You see their lecherous gazes and their envious expressions, wishing they could have you bent over their knee.
You can see that everyone in this room, even (if not especially) the women wants to fuck you.
Not that you can think about it. Before you can, my hand strikes you again and sends more pain through you. Over and over again, brutally my hand assaults your ass, sends pain running through you, fills the room with an even more lustful feeling. A feeling which begins to overtake you.
“Please…” you don’t say it ‘stop’ in the end of that anymore, even though you try to mean it. But you’re overwhelmed. Your mind is going slightly numb, the spikes of pain filling your senses and turning into a twisted pleasure. Looking around you see yourself being watched, see yourself being the center of attention.
And you want them to keep staring.
After thirty blows on each side, you feel your thong pulled aside and a spike of fear runs through you as your head rises. “No, Mas-” your head is pushed down as fingers run against your vulva. Your pussy aches a little, throbbing, wanting to be filled.
You feel a finger slide into you and your body grips it as you let out a whimper. You make eye contact with a tall woman who focuses on your eyes, eying you like a wolf watching the pack’s alpha eat. Wanting, but unable to approach, hoping there will be something for her.
Your focus on her breaks when you feel that finger pumping in and out of you, fucking you. It violently drives itself into you, fucking you, pleasuring you and making your entire body sing and scream in desire. Your breath grows hitched as you feel moans pulling themselves from your lips.
“God!” You moan as your hips grind back against your hand, feeling your entire body grow hotter and wetter, heart racing. You feel tension running through you, something growing louder and louder inside of you. Heat builds in your loins as you buck back against my hand, feeling your orgasm approaching.
Just as your toes try to curl in your heels and you explode with pleasure, I pull my hand out of your pussy.
“No!” You nearly scream, grinding back into me, whimpering like I’m a cruel thief before you realize what just happened.
Before you realize that everyone is smiling even more.
Before you’re thrown bent over the coffee table while I pin your face to the table and you hear the sound of pants unzipping and you realize you’re about to be fucked.
In front of everyone.
So you try to struggle, but it’s a pitiful struggle. Even for you it’s pitiful. Your pussy is too hot, burning too hot to resist as I slap it with the head of my cock. You want it too bad to fight it.
So I slide my cock into you as you let out a cry. It’s huge, giant compared to your tight little pussy and it hurts to take all the way, but it hurts so good you wouldn’t dare ask for the pain to stop.
“Oh god, oh god,” you moan as I begin to drive my cock into you, hips slamming into yours, one hand digging so hard into your hip it hurts. Pleasure and pain rip through you as you feel every eye on us, watching you be violently taken atop the coffee table.
It hurts and it’s humilating and you want it. Your hands grip the sides of the table for stability as I drive you into the table, almost crushing your body with my strength.
You feel it building up again, even hotter, even harder. Your body is under pressure and there’s heat inside of you. You want to hold back but it escapes like steam, a scream ripped from your body as my cock feels bigger as you squeeze it tighter.
“Yes, yes, yes!” You scream as your body explodes into pleasure. You tense up all over, arching your back against me pushing you down, screaming in front of everyone in the room as your pussy clenches and squeezes me, growing tighter and more resistant.
You hear me growl and fuck you harder and harder, grabbing your hips with both hands and driving myself into you like an animal, feeling my cock grow harder and hotter, pulse stronger.
You feel my cock spasm violently and fill you with cum, and you scream as it makes you have another orgasm before the first is over. The pleasure cascades and tears through your entire body like a tidal force as your senses white out…
Your head rises as conciousness returns. Over you, a soft blanket and a chattering of voices. Your eyes are blurry for a moment as you blink, reaching up and rubbing them. I’m sitting on the table, chatting with my guests. You’re sore, sweaty, you feel my cum inside of you and our mixed fluids cooling against your thigh. A soft sound is pulled from your lips.
“Oh, good. You’re up,” I say with a smile, noticing as you rise slowly. I reach out, standing up and help you to your feet. Your pussy throbs, sending pleasure through you as you moan softly, leaning into me, pressing your chest to mine.
You were already punished, shown off, violated in front of these party guests… but you were also covered with a blanket, and now my arms are wrapped around you, protecting you now that your punishment is over.
“Come on,” I say, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “You have work to do, but I’ll make sure we can slow down a little,” I say, letting you remove your heels before sending you back to work freshly fucked and full of cum.
A couple hours passed, and the party tapered off after a while. Heading into the kitchen, you let out a sigh before you feel my strong hands on your shoulders, massaging them. “Mmm…” your body aches, but the ache isn’t all bad; your pussy is still throbbing and reminding you of your ‘punishment.
“You haven’t even noticed what’s in front of you, have you?” I ask, causing you to open your eyes, widening them in shock.
A sparkling, shimmering white toy pony with a beautiful rainbow mane sits on the counter. You look back at me, then at the toy, then back at me, then at the toy.
“But… I… but…why?” You say, unable to properly form the sentence needed to ask the question.
“Well, I intended to give it to you if you did tonight perfectly,” I explained as you walked over, stroking the toy’s mane. “But I already bought it. I figure you can just do it right next time,” I said with a small smile, placing my faith in your ability to improve.
At that, you smile. “Thank you, Master,” you say, walking over and leaning up to give me a kiss. “May I….?”
And then squealing like a little girl, you run upstairs with your new doll.