Please be Gentle

Continued from chapter 2:

I let that hang in the air between us.

"So when you knock on that door at six o'clock," I say, "your outfit tells me everything. Maid uniform means you want to submit. Professional dress means you want to dominate. There's no third option. You choose one or the other."

Mireyah stares at me, her breathing still uneven.

"This is my first condition for not reporting you," I say firmly. "Do you agree to these terms?"

She nods, barely audible: "Yes."

"And are you ready to hear my second condition?" I ask.

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Mireyah listens intently, her dark eyes widening with each detail I lay out. A deep flush spreads across her face and down her neck as the implications settle in. She squirms on the bed, the short skirt of her uniform riding up her thighs.

"Oh my," she breathes, her voice unsteady, "that's quite...quite a lot to take in, Ero."

She bites her lower lip, working it between her teeth as she considers the proposition. After a long moment of silence, she nods slowly, meeting my eyes with a blend of nervousness and something that looks almost like resolve.

"Yes," she says quietly. "I...I agree to your first condition. I'll return to your room at six o'clock sharp, dressed as you've specified."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She draws a slow breath, steadying herself.

"And your second?" she asks. "Are you ready to tell me?"

I let the silence stretch a beat before I answer.

"Mireyah, you have been very naughty this morning," I say. "So I'm going to need you to be a big girl—a brave girl—and bend over my lap. Head toward the foot of the bed, wheelbarrow style. I'm going to give you a little spanking, and then send you on your way to finish the day's work."

Her eyes go wide. The flush already blooming on her cheeks deepens to something close to crimson, spreading down her throat and disappearing beneath the rounded white collar of her uniform. She squirms on the mattress, suddenly hyperaware of the inches between us.

"I...I don't know if I can," she stammers. "That seems so...intimate. Aren't you worried someone might walk in?"

Despite the hesitation in her words, she's leaning toward me almost imperceptibly. Her hands clutch at the ruffles of her petticoat, twisting the delicate fabric.

"If we do this," she says quietly, "you have to promise to be gentle with me, Ero. I've never..." She stops, glances away. "I'm not experienced with such things."

She eyes the space across my lap with a mix of dread and **** curiosity.

"I suppose that will be the thrill of it," I say. "You'd better hop on quick before I decide to call the front office. Or worse—you take too long deciding, one of your co-workers comes looking for you, and they find you in here. That would not be a good look for you."

Her breath catches. She holds it for a second, two—then, with shaking hands, she turns and positions herself across my lap. The short skirt of her uniform rides up immediately, revealing the delicate lacy tops of her stockings.

"P-please," she stammers, squirming slightly. "Don't look too closely. It's so embarrassing to be seen like this."

She wriggles, settling her soft weight across my thighs. I pull her snug against me so her knees wrap around my hips and her thighs press together around my hardening length. Just the swollen head of my cock juts out between the backs of her thighs, thick and flushed purple at the tip. She's positioned perfectly—wheelbarrow style across my lap, knees bracketing me, holding herself in place by sheer nervous tension. Her bottom is lifted at an ideal angle.

I flip up her skirt and petticoats in one smooth motion.

A perfect heart-shaped bottom greets me, framed in white satin boyshort panties with delicate white lace trim.

She gasps sharply the moment she feels the full press of me between her thighs, the heat of my arousal registering even through the thin satin. Her whole body goes taut.

"Oh god, Ero," she whimpers, voice muffled against her hands. "I can feel you. It's..."

She doesn't finish the sentence.

The cool air of the room touches the exposed backs of her thighs, and she shudders, acutely aware of how exposed and **** she is.

"This is so embarrassing," she whimpers, reaching forward to grip the sheets. "Please, Ero. Be gentle. I've never done anything like this before."

"Allow me to be your first," I say.

I spank her.

My palm lands hard against the seat of her satin panties. She yelps, hips jerking up off my lap, and the motion strokes me—her silky inner thighs sliding, the soaked fabric of her panties dragging slick and hot along my length. Every time I spank and she lifts, the friction is exquisite.

"Ah! Oh god—Ero!" she sobs, her hips bucking against me on pure instinct. "It hurts—but it also—it feels—"

She can't finish that sentence either.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

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."

To be continued in chapter 4: