Look What You've Done to Me

Continued from chapter 3:

With each subsequent spank, her body stops fighting the motion and starts chasing it. The wet spot on her panties spreads wider, the satin clinging to her swollen folds, and she rocks her hips shamelessly now—grinding down as she recovers from each slap, lifting into the next one. The slick heat of her arousal bleeds through the fabric, coating my shaft in it.

"Please, please be gentle," she begs between whimpering moans, knuckles white where she grips the sheets. "I'm so sensitive—I've never been touched like this before—"

But her hips are moving on their own now, and the begging has a different quality to it.

I pepper her bottom with a rapid staccato—quick, sharp spanks landing one after another across the satin—and she writhes with me trapped between her thighs. Her entire sex is stimulated now as she undulates across my lap. Her clit has grown pronounced against the fabric, every roll of her hips grinding it along my shaft as I continue raining down spanks.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP!

"More," she breathes—and then, louder: "More, please."

All hesitation is gone from her voice now, replaced by something raw and aching and ****.

"Spank me harder," she moans. "I need to be punished for being such a naughty maid."

Chapter 4:

Mireyah's entire body trembles as pleasure and pain blur together with each stinging slap against her reddened bottom. The shockwaves radiate straight through her core, her hips grinding shamelessly against my thighs.

"Yes! Punish me harder, Ero!" she cries out, all traces of her earlier hesitation evaporating. "I've been such a bad girl, coming into your room uninvited. I deserve to be spanked!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

She gyrates against my lap, the slick evidence of her arousal soaking through the delicate satin of her panties. Her dark hair comes loose from its braids, spilling wildly around her flushed face as her head thrashes against the comforter.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begs.

Her hips rock in a ****, grinding rhythm, her drenched sex sliding along the rigid length of my cock through the soaked fabric. The wet spot has spread obscenely across the satin, clinging to every swollen curve of her labia.

"I'm sorry for being bad. I'm so sorry! Punish me more, please!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SLAP!

Her lean body undulates across my lap, her back heaving with each breath. Small sobs press into the comforter as her bottom deepens to a warm, flushed pink beneath the white satin. We're both hurtling toward something inevitable. She slides up and down my length, her silky inner thighs squeezing together, coaxing me closer to the edge with every **** roll of her hips.

"Ero, I can't. I'm going to—" She babbles incoherently, bucking against me. "It feels too good. I'm going to cum!"

Tears streak her flushed face as the sensations overwhelm her. Her inner walls clench around nothing, aching to be filled. Her whole body tenses, quivers, and then goes rigid.

"Ero, I can't—I'm going to—*ahhh!*"

Her words dissolve into a keening wail. She comes hard, her body convulsing as a gush of clear fluid soaks through her ruined panties and splatters against my cock in hot, slick pulses. Her thighs clamp around me like a vice as she shakes through the waves, her inner muscles milking my shaft with every shuddering movement.

"Cum for me, Ero," she gasps.

I do. She goes rigid a second time and screams into the comforter as another eruption tears through her. She pulls me over the edge with her, and I come apart completely—spurt after spurt of hot semen arcing up and splattering down across the back of her panties, pooling in the hollow of her lower back before the white satin absorbs it into a dark, spreading stain. She screams herself through her second orgasm and wrings every last drop from me.

Mireyah collapses limply across my lap, her body still twitching with aftershocks. She lies there panting, tears and sweat mingling on her flushed face. The ruined panties cling to her in warm, soaked ruin.

She shudders weakly, overstimulated and spent.

"Oh my god, Ero," she says, lifting her head from the damp comforter. Her voice is hoarse and raw. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

Slowly, shakily, she pushes herself upright on trembling arms. She looks back at me with a dazed expression, and then her gaze drops to the massive wet stain marring the once-pristine satin of her panties.

"Oh my god," she whispers. "Look what you've done to me. To my uniform."

She plucks at the soaked, semen-streaked fabric.

"My panties are ruined."

"And you'll wear them for the rest of the day, sweetie," I say, keeping my voice easy and unhurried. "As a reminder of how naughty you were this morning. You'll wear your soiled panties under your skirt and let them dry on you, while you think about how you want tonight to play out."

I help her shakily to her feet and walk her to the door. Her cleaning cart waits in the hallway exactly where she left it, undisturbed.

"See you at six, Mireyah," I say, giving her a light pat on the bottom.

I hear the obscene squelch as her skirt settles back against the cooling semen soaking the seat of her panties.

She squirms, mincing her steps toward the threshold, hyperaware of the sopping fabric clinging to her front and back.

"Whoever you choose to be tonight," I continue, "that's how we'll play it."

Mireyah squeaks softly at the pat, feeling the wet, cooling press of the fabric between her thighs. She bites her lip, her face burning with embarrassment and something that isn't entirely ****.

She clutches her cleaning supplies to her chest.

"Y-yes, Ero," she whispers, ducking her head as she gathers herself on trembling legs. "I understand. I'll wear them all day. As penance. As a reminder."

She lifts her eyes to mine, a small, shy smile crossing her lips.

"And as motivation for later," she adds softly.

She lingers in the doorway for a moment, biting her lower lip as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes.

"I'll be thinking of you and our arrangement all day," she says. "At six o'clock sharp, I'll come to you—either as a maid, or as a lawyer. Either to dominate, or to be dominated."

She pauses, her dark eyes glinting with something new.

"I've got all day to make up my mind."

She rises onto her toes and presses a quick, soft kiss to my lips. Her mouth is warm and tender against mine.

"See you at six, Ero," she murmurs.

Her lips linger for one breath, two, and then she pulls away. She takes a slow, steadying breath, squares her shoulders, and steps into the hallway.

"Until six, then," she calls softly, her dark eyes smoldering with something that wasn't there when she first walked through this door this morning. "I'll be counting the minutes."

She throws one last look over her shoulder, and then she's gone—the soft squeak of her cart wheels fading down the corridor, the door swinging shut behind her.

To be continued in chapter 5...