Scrubbing the floor and Spanking.

Christina Hewson: *Christina swallowed hard, her pride bruised as she slipped into the role of a maid, her body trembling slightly.* "Miss Helga," she murmured, her voice a barely contained snarl. "I'm ready to begin my... duties."

Helga: *A wicked smile danced across Helga's face as she took in Christina's discomfort. She reveled in the sight of the mighty CEO brought to her knees, ready to serve.* "Ah, yes," she cooed. "You shall start with the floors. They require a... special touch." She handed Christina a brush and a bucket filled with a mysterious concoction. "Scrub thoroughly, every inch, until not a speck of dirt remains."

Maid Chrissy: *Christina, now Maid Chrissy, took the brush and bucket with a silent nod. She dipped the brush into the solution, its potent, clean scent assaulting her senses. Despite the humiliation, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of serving.* "As you wish, Miss Helga," she replied, her voice a submissive whisper.

Miss Helga: *Her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, Helga pointed to the large, marble-tiled floor of the opulent room. "Begin at the far corner, Maid Chrissy, and work your way to me. Take your time, I want to savor every moment of your... humility."*

Maid Chrissy: *Christina, now fully immersed in her role as Maid Chrissy, took a deep, calming breath and moved to the designated corner. Dipping the brush into the bucket, she began scrubbing with a fervor that surprised even her. The bristles scraped against the marble, the sound echoing in the vast space as she worked her way closer to Helga, each stroke a silent testament to her newfound subservience.*

Maid Chrissy: *Maid Chrissy's arms moved in a rhythmic dance, the brush gliding over the cold, hard surface of the floor. Despite the degradation, she couldn't deny the strange satisfaction that washed over her as she served. She had always been the one in control, but here, in this secret place, she was free to indulge her darker side.*

Miss Helga: *Standing with her hands clasped behind her back, Helga observed Maid Chrissy's efforts with a critical eye. When she deemed the scrubbing sufficient, she clapped her hands sharply.* "Very good," she praised, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now for the polishing. This will require a gentler touch." She handed Christina a soft cloth and a bottle of polish. "You wouldn't want to ruin the shine, would you?"

Maid Chrissy: *Christina took the items from Helga, her gaze not meeting hers. She knew this was a test, a way to assert her dominance further. Uncapping the bottle, she inhaled the faint, sweet scent of the polish. It brought back memories of her mother's home remedies, a stark contrast to her current situation. She knelt and began to rub the solution onto the floor in circular motions, her wrists flexing with surprising grace.* "Understood, Miss Helga," she murmured, her voice submissive.

Maid Chrissy: *As she worked, her mind wandered to her office, her sanctuary of power. The thought of her employees, blissfully unaware of her current predicament, brought a smirk to her lips. Yet, there was an undeniable allure to the sensation of the cool marble against her knees, the ache in her muscles as she moved rhythmically. It was a strange, liberating feeling she had never allowed herself to experience. She told herself that she was only doing this out of fear of exposure.

Maid Chrissy: *Maid Chrissy's eyes flicked up to meet Helga's, her own sparkling with a challenge. "Is there anything else you require, Miss Helga?" she asked, her voice a delicate balance of obedience and sarcasm. The thrill of playing this game was intoxicating, and she was eager to see how far Helga would take it.*

Miss Helga: *A cruel smirk curled Helga's lips as she leaned in close, her breath warm against Christina's ear.* "Ah, such eagerness," she purred. "Very well, Maid Chrissy. The bathroom floors are in dire need of your... attention. And don't forget the grout. I expect it to sparkle." She handed Christina a toothbrush, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of the grout, but she took the toothbrush without comment. Rising to her feet, she made her way to the bathroom, her heels clicking against the freshly polished floor. She knew Helga was pushing her boundaries, but she also knew the stakes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the bathroom, the sound of the running faucet a strange serenade to her new role.* "As you wish, Miss Helga," she murmured, her voice a mix of defiance and submission.

Narrator: As Christina disappeared into the bathroom, Helga couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. She pulled out her phone, the screen displaying a live feed of Christina's humiliation. She tapped the screen, switching the view to the camera hidden in her pocket, and sent the video to Cheryl with a brief message: "Your boss is learning her place, darling. Enjoy the show."

Cheryl Murphy: *Cheryl's eyes smiled as the video feed opened on her phone. She watched in glee as Christina, the woman who had ruled over Sappho Enterprises with an iron fist, scrubbed the bathroom floor on her hands and knees dressed in a maids uniform. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she realized the extent of Helga's plan. She leaned back in her chair, her thoughts racing.*

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's breath hitched as she knelt before the toilet, the cold porcelain a stark contrast to the warmth of the marble she'd just been polishing. She took the toothbrush in hand, her eyes never leaving the floor. The grout was indeed a challenge, but she was not one to back down from a test of endurance. The sound of the brush against the tile filled the room, a metronome to the symphony of her own resentment.*

Miss Helga: *Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, Helga's smile grew as she watched Christina's every move. The power dynamic was clear, and she reveled in it. "Don't forget the baseboards, Maid Chrissy," she called out, her tone a mix of amusement and authority.*

Helga: *Her voice grew softer, almost nostalgic as she stepped into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiles.* "Remember when I first started working for you?" she mused, watching Christina's stiffened posture in the reflection of the mirror. "You had me fetching coffee, scrubbing the floors, all while you looked down upon me as if I were nothing but a piece of dirt."

Miss Helga: *With a flick of her wrist, she turned the water off. "Now," she continued, "now you're the one on your knees. How the tables have turned, Miss Hewson." She stepped closer, her hand caressing Christina's neck. "Don't worry, your little secret is safe with me. For now."

Narrator: As Christina's thoughts swirled with a mix of anger and submission, she felt Helga's firm grip on her arm, guiding her from the bathroom. The cool air of the drawing room caressed her skin, a stark contrast to the heated tension that filled the air. Her heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come.

Narrator: The journey from the bathroom to the drawing room was a blur of emotions for Christina, a whirlwind of anger, humiliation, and an undeniable thrill. She felt Helga's hand on the small of her back, pushing her gently but firmly until she stumbled over the edge of the plush velvet sofa. Before she could react, she found herself bent over Helga's lap, her skirt hiked up, revealing the plain white underwear she had been **** to wear.

Miss Helga: *With a wicked smile, Helga traced her fingers along the smooth, exposed skin of Christina's thighs. "Now, let's see if you can take the kind of punishment you so often dole out," she whispered, the promise of pain lacing her words.*

Miss Helga: *Guiding Christina with surprising strength, Helga maneuvered her so that she was bent over the arm of the velvet sofa, her bottom high in the air. Christina's breathing grew ragged, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Helga's hand hovered over her upturned ass, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the power she now wielded. Helga stuffed a pair of dirty nylons in Chrissy's mouth to muffle her.

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes widened in shock, the nylons tasting faintly of sweat and perfume. She squirmed, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling as she felt the first smack of Helga's palm against her skin. It stung, a stark reminder of her vulnerability.*

Miss Helga: *With a sadistic grin, Helga raised her hand again, delivering a series of firm smacks to Christina's bare ass. Each impact resonated through the room, leaving a rosy imprint on her pale flesh. She watched the CEO's body jerk and quiver with each strike, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pleasure and power.*

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's muffled gasps filled the room as the pain grew more intense. Her eyes watered, but she remained still, the sting of each smack a stark reminder of her place. Despite her protests to herself, she felt a dark satisfaction in the physical domination. The nylons in her mouth muffled any sounds of protest, turning them into a series of gagged moans.*

Cheryl Murphy: *Cheryl's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Christina's predicament unfold on the screen. Her thumbs danced over the phone's buttons, zooming in to get a better view of the CEO's crimson cheeks and the tears welling in her eyes.*

Miss Helga: *As Helga's hand fell rhythmically on Christina's skin, she couldn't resist the urge to whisper in her ear.* "You're taking it so well, Chrissy. I had no idea the Ice Queen had such a sensitive side."

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's breath hitched around the nylons, her body jolting with each smack. She felt the heat spreading through her, not just from the pain, but from the heady mix of anger and arousal that danced within her. She bit down on the fabric, her eyes squeezed shut, fighting the urge to beg for mercy or, worse, to ask for more.*

Miss Helga: *Sensing Christina's inner struggle, Helga's grip tightened, her hand moving faster. "You see, darling," she cooed, her voice a siren's call of dominance, "this is what true power feels like." She paused, her hand hovering in the air. "But, I think it's time we move on to the next task."

Narrator: With a dramatic flourish, Helga removed the nylons from Christina's mouth, allowing the CEO to draw in a much-needed breath. "Now, Maid Chrissy," she purred, "it's time for you to choose your next humiliation. After all, part of the fun is knowing you're doing this because you want to, isn't it?"

Miss Helga: *Her eyes searched Christina's, looking for any sign of defiance or submission. "Tell me," she continued, her voice a sweet yet sinister melody, "what's your most degrading, yet secretly desired, fantasy?"

Maid Chrissy: *Christina's eyes widened in horror and fascination. She'd never shared such intimate details with anyone, not even her ex-lovers. Yet here she was, with the woman who threatened to expose her most **** moments to the world. She took a deep breath, her voice shaky but determined.* "I... I don't know," she lied, her heart racing with the fear of confession.

Miss Helga: *Sensing Christina's hesitation, Helga leaned in closer, her breath warm against the CEO's ear.* "Come now," she coaxed, her tone a sweet promise of pain and pleasure. "You must have some dirty little secret you've been dying to play out. I'm all ears, darling."

Maid Chrissy: *Christina felt the heat rising in her cheeks, the weight of her own secret pressing against her chest like a vice. She swallowed hard, the words sticking in her throat.* Chrissy told Helga what her humiliation should be.