Harassing the maid

She listened to the bustle and hustle of her maid.

He was upstairs and padding about. Dusting and hoovering.

She fancied some fun so she popped upstairs herself.

She eyeballed him as she came up the stairs and grabbed him and pushed him sgainst a wall. She bit and chewed on his neck as her hands squeezed and pinched his tits. When he was panting and erect in his panties she just stopped and told him to get back to work.

He staggered off and recommenced his duties.

She popped into the dungeon and grabbed a paddle.

Returning to him hoovering she put her foot on the power switch and beckoned him over to her in the doorway.

Hands on head and face the wall!

He complied and she lifted his skirt to expose his black panties, tucking it in to the back She pulled the black fabric up between his  cheeks to expose his pale trembling bottom.

Just to warm you up my little bitch.

And she firmly paddled his bottom, as her little cry baby squirmed and wriggled. But stayed in the corner hands on head like the obedient little wimp he was.

When he was again panting and scowling she stopped. Reached under the front of his dress and rubbed his knoblet til it was hard i  his panties again.

Get back to work bitch. And don't adjust your uniform!

He scurried back into action as chuckiling she went downstairs to lie in wait and plot more ambushes.

Chuckling to herself she thought, who'd have believed housework could be such fun?

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