The Long Play

There was nothing unusual about the first week except once when Alyce showed up in my bathroom after I had taken a shower, towel in hand, eyes reactively eyeing my naked body. She startled me, but made no movement towards me, only holding the towel open so she could help me dry off. Which I reluctantly allowed. After which, she threw the towel over her shoulder along with my dirt clothes. "Just gathering laundry," she signed reassuredly before leaving with a calming smirk on her face.

I was a little surprised she wore her maid dress for that first week, too. The second week, however, I found her in the kitchen cooking breakfast in an outfit more befitting a butler: black vest, with a white on white striped undershirt and work pants. She knew her job and wasn't about to wear a full $1000 suit if she was going to be cleaning all day. In an bit of a weird moment, upon hearing me enter, she quickly walked over to my normal seat and pulled it out. After I was seated, she scooted me in and wrapped a bip around my neck before returning to the stove. There she plated up two omelettes and returned to the table with a plate in each hand. Setting a plate in front of each of us, she took a seat herself before cutting a peace and feeding it to me like a mother would a baby. I was a little taken aback by the gesture, but I took the food filled fork without any complaint. That was the only fork full she fed me as she quickly focused on her own breakfast.

It was middle of that second week that things turned more interesting. I came home from work to find her standing there, arms over her chest, shooting daggers at me. Before I could ask, she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs. All the way to my room she pulled and there I found it not cleaned, left in the messy state I left it in. "What the fuck is this? Did you fuck a tornado?" she signed.

"You're the maid, it's your job to clean up after me," I said matter-of-factly.

Her eyes went wide at the words as she gave a sort of "excuse me?" look. The only movement of her hands was to grab my own again, this time leading me out of my room and into hers. Standing me in the middle of her room, she motioned a commanding "stay" before stepping to her closet and swinging it open revealing a setup that would be more at home in a brothel. There was various handcuffs, whips and paddles. Plucking her second smallest paddle, she tossed it on her bed. "Strip."

"What? No!"

Not wanting to repeat herself she promptly stepped forward and start to unbutton my blouse. I tried taking a step back and her eyes shot me a **** glare, one that told me, if she was able, she would be growling. And standing that close to her, I could hear her body attempt to growl with whatever was left of her layrnx unsuccessfully. Pausing her hands a moment she signed "if you want to keep this very expensive suit, stop struggling."

Knowing it unwise to further piss off my wolf maid, I stood still as she removed my jacket then my blouse and bra. She then quickly removed my skirt, slip and panties before plopping on the edge of her bed. Without much trouble, she dragged my naked body over her knee and began to spank me quite hard. If she had calmed down in the 5 or so minutes she spent undressing me, she showed not a sign of it in her strokes. I counted 25 before she switched to her paddle and gave me another 25. The paddlings weren't nearly as hard as they could have been. Only slightly worse than her hand, as if more to drive home a point rather than actually do damage.

When she was done she tossed her paddle on her bed and let me up. With a sigh she stood to her feet. "Only little girls expect their rooms to be cleaned for them. Little girls get spanked. Understood?" she signed.

I nodded, rubbing my very tanned ass.