A Mistake is Maid so Spankings are Paid

Claire tried not to stare while May busied herself in the kitchen, but it was really difficult, especially when she leaned over the (admittedly counter-intuitive) oven. That woman had a very shapely behind. "I'll set the table," she announced to distract herself.

"That's okay," countered May, "I'll get it."

But Claire positioned her chair to block the eager maid's path. "I'm in charge," she said flatly. "I decide what you do and don't do. And right now you're going to tell me what cutlery to place."

That might have been too much. May squeaked like a little mouse and clasped her hands behind her back so hard that she smacked her backside. "Yes, ma'am," she said, formally before nervously licking her teeth.

"Don't you forget who's the boss," Claire said and added what she hoped was a compassionate smile. She turned to begin setting the table but had her back turned for only a minute before there was a crash behind her. Claire spun around to see her maid looking back over her shoulder at her with a bewildered expression on her face.

"Did you just..." May said slowly, frowning (very cutely) in concentration, "I think a breeze just tickled me. What a weird feeling." Her eyes and Claire's quickly darted to the source of the noise. "Oh no, I'm sorry," she wailed, "I broke one of your mugs."

"It's not that big of a deal." Claire moved closer, concerned about the broken shards.

"It was a very pretty one," argued May, "I hope it wasn't your favorite."

"Seriously, don't worry about it." Claire held May's hands, turning them over to make sure they weren't cut.

"You'll probably have to punish me."

"Yeah," Claire joked, happy there were no injuries. "I'll have to give you a spanking or something." Obviously May was just kidding around.

Her maid giggled and practically skipped over to the table where she bent over. "Okay, I'm ready," she announced.

Was she flirting? Claire thought. Or perhaps that was her own wishful thinking. Romantic feelings were certainly stirring within her, even though she really had no idea what to do with a lesbian lover. But if May wanted her... The bikini-babe had dropped some serious hints last night, but Claire wasn't the kind of creep to take the ramblings of a drunk girl as consent. And besides Claire had turned her down. What if that ship had sailed? You couldn't reject someone and expect them to keep pining for you. This morning May had made deliberate attempts to be just a friend.

But the way she was dressed, the way she so lustfully leaned over the table... she was being sexy, right?

Claire didn't know. She couldn't know for sure. She deliberately unclenched her jaw. She had one other tool, honesty.

"May?" Claire **** out flatly, "are you attracted to me?"

Her maid swallowed hard, then buried her face behind her arms. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I know you're straight."

"I know I said I prefer men," interrupted Claire, firmly correcting May, but her tone softened as she admitted, "but even that might not be true anymore. You're very charming and beautiful, and I--"

It was Claire's turn to be interrupted, but May didn't speak. Instead, the maple-haired beauty turned and lunged in for a kiss. Claire wrapped her arms around the other woman and pulled her in tighter as she kissed back.

Her heart thrummed like a hummingbird. May was a great kisser, her lips soft and eager. Craving more, Claire sucked deeper, and vigorously worked her lips. She was fully enchanted by the feeling of their tender mouths entwined and almost forgot to let her new lover go.

"Fuck me," gasped May between panting breaths as she shakily leaned against the table. "Not literally," she stammered her cheeks reddening, "I mean yes, kinda, but not right away."

"Too much?" inquired Claire, while catching her breath herself. She hoped she hadn't flustered the other woman beyond comfort.

May chuckled, a smile giddy and broad on her face. "No, I want to do it aga-- mmmfff." That was all the invitation Claire needed to yank the other woman into another passionate kiss. This time her tongue tenderly poked into May's mouth, eagerly seeking that soft feminine taste. The naughty maid responded in kind, her own tongue sending a delightful shiver up Claire's spine.

After many tantalizing and passionate moments, Claire remembered breathing was still important. She released May from their lip lock, and the two women were once again left panting with broad grins on their faces.

"I guess it's time for my spanking," said May with a giggle. Bubbly, she spun around and bent over the table again. Her eagerness caused her bum to twerk once, raising her skirt to flash a glimpse of her panties.

Despite her drumming heart egging her on, Claire hesitated. Could she really give in to her twisted desires and punish May? It seemed too good to be true, but her scantily-clad maid was asking for it. Clearly the other woman just wanted something playful not painful in any way.

Claire gently brought her hand down on the presented rump. She felt the seam of her maid's panties through the thin skirt and it sent an erotic charge up her arm. "Naughty girl," she tutted, as May let out an eager moan. The whole situation was enrapturing and Claire couldn't resist spanking her clumsy maid again and again. Hearing the soft slap and feeling the sparse fabric was so delightful she didn't want to stop.

In fact she wanted more. Dark desires twisted within her. Claire wanted to grip her helpless servant by her hair and hold her down while she slapped her ass as hard as she could. Her mind danced with vile thoughts of gripping her victim's dress and twisting it in her hand until it was stretched and ripped while she laid down blow after blow on her full ass. Yes, the bruises would fade eventually, but the damage to the dress would remain; every time May wore it, she'd be reminded of this passionate punishment. Claire restrained herself, of course, halting her hand mid swing as these vile desires churned within her.

"Is that it?" May looked back at Claire, her face an innocent pout. "I should probably break some more priceless mugs."

"I'd prefer you didn't," warned Claire cooly.

May straightened off of the table, her little dress doing wonders with her figure. Caire couldn't resist another kiss, as her maid turned to leave, she pulled the young brunette onto her lap and embraced her. May let out a surprised moan but adapted quickly, and the two once again passionately pressed their lips together. Claire felt hot blood pound through her arteries. As they parted, a gleeful smile spread across her lips. "Just wanted to show you I can be nice too," she coquettishly commented.

May giggled delightfully as she danced back into the kitchen to finish making lunch. Despite the alluring sight of the scantily-clad maid gleefully prancing about, Claire felt her smile fade. Now that something was blossoming between them, she really had to repress her villainous desires. But that realization brought with it another stone of dread. What if Claire was only attracted to dominating May? She enjoyed the kiss, but was that just because she'd demanded it? Humans like power; there was no way May would want to be submissive for long. Would their relationship crumble once it became normal? Had she ruined a budding friendship for a doomed tryst.

Obliviously, May hummed "walking on sunshine," to herself. That young woman was really good at living in the moment. Maybe Claire should be more like her and enjoy what she had while she had it.

And right now Claire had a maid at her beck and call. May presented her mistress with the lunch she prepared before sitting at the table to join her. At Claire's command, the beautiful brunette regaled her with more extravagant tales of growing up on the farm. Claire responded with a recounting of her highschool grad and the ridiculously large gown she acquired to wear around her wheelchair. May burst into giggles at the described image, and Claire felt a hint of a blush upon making someone so dazzling laugh.

"So?" inquired May, mischievously, "what were you wearing under this boat of a gown? Any chance you were naked?"

"Nothing so daring," admitted Claire, "I had another gown underneath, and regular clothes below that. It was actually a bit stuffy."

"Should have been naked then. We can hold a redo if you like."

Claire laughed. "I've heard of school girl fetishes, but do you have a thing for graduation gowns?"

"Nah, just a thing for you being nude," May replied, a slight blush tickling her cheeks.

Claire recognized the feeling in May. She felt the same excitement. Heart tap-dancing against her ribcage, she wondered if she could try something brazen.