Spanish

As she stood in her bedroom and pinned a nametag that read 'Isabella' to her newest uniform, Elizabeth's internal voice piped up that maybe this whole thing was going a little far. In the past month, she'd gotten her long blonde locks trimmed and dyed to a dark brown, gotten a slight tan, and been practicing her Spanish nonstop.

Maybe it was the fact that she now thought of her little sister more as 'Ms. Hastings' than as Megan now.

Maybe it was the fact that she found herself wearing her maid uniforms almost every single day now that Ms. Hastings had asked for her to work full time, 7 days a week, as her housekeeper. Her closet had started to look black, white, and gray all over.

Maybe it was the fact that after the first time she'd explained the whole situation to Jeff, that she was actually her own sister's maid, and pretending to be a foreign one at that, that he insisted on helping her practice her broken English and Spanish all the time around her own house.

No, she knew what was really bothering her inside. Last night, while they were having sex on their bed, Jeff had been pounding into her from behind, bringing her to the crest of a delicious orgasm, when he'd slipped and called her Isabella.

She came so hard she'd passed out.

She didn't know what disturbed her more about that: she'd instantly turned into a ball of electricity surrounding his cock at being called Isabella by her husband, or that he'd immediately cum as well, and then repeated in her ear over and over as she faded to black "I love you Isabella."

Just thinking about it now, she was getting wet all over again. What was this whole situation doing to her? Was it awakening some secret desire, secret fetish that she didn't realize she had? Did she deep down, want to be a lowly immigrant maid, serving others and being treated like a possession?

I have to stop this, she resolved. I have to stop this before it goes any further and I do something I can't undo.

Jeff had left early that morning, and Elizabeth was alone in the house. She noticed it was already past her normal time to leave for work, and panicked. She was going to be late for work and Ms Hastings would be angry with her. She threw on her uniform dress and pulled on her white thigh high stockings and black heels, and raced out the door. She'd forgotten to put on her underwear in her hurry to get out, but she reasoned it was more important to be on time than anything else.

Elizabeth turned her key in the lock at Ms Hastings front door and let herself in. She could hear Ms Hastings in the home office, loudly yelling about something on the telephone, but she was having trouble discerning what.

She called out her greeting she did every day now, "Hola! Senorita Hastings! I here to clean!" and gathered her cleaning supplies. She had been practicing her accent for a month now, and knew she sounded like an uneducated immigrant, but reasoned to herself that it was a part she had to play if no one was to find out that she was really Ms. Hastings' older sister. Today she was going to be cleaning all of the windows in the house, which was always difficult.

Ms Hastings met her in the living room as she was getting set up. "Isabella, what is the meaning of this?" she spat.

Elizabeth's eyes went wide, what was Ms. Hastings' talking about? "Uh, I.... no understand..."

Ms. Hastings huffed. "You are late today by 10 minutes. I won't tolerate this from my staff at work, and I won't tolerate it from some common maid at my house. You have to be punished, girl."

Elizabeth grabbed the short white hem of her skirt and curtsied deeply, looking at her sister's feet. She noticed her sister was wearing very high heels. They made her legs look very attractive.

"Por favor, Senorita, I try. No punish me, no punish."

"Your English has gotten atrocious too." Ms Hastings said, knowing full well that it was she who instructed Elizabeth to speak like this. "You have a choice, girl. You can be punished here and now, or I can take it out of your pay. Choose quickly."

Elizabeth's mind raced. "I, I choose here, Senorita."

Ms. Hastings nodded curtly and sat down in a wooden chair in the corner of the living room, and motioned for Elizabeth to follow her. As soon as she was in reach, Ms. Hastings grabbed her brown bobbed hair and bent her over her lap. Elizabeth flailed, "What you do to me?" She cried.

Without further explanation, Elizabeth felt her sister flip up her skirt and felt a hard "SLAP" on her exposed ass. "Ay! Sorry, so sorry!" she cried out in pain.

"5 spankings for being late, another 5 for not wearing panties, you disgusting latina skank." her younger sister ordered.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP, SLAP SLAP!

With each spanking, Elizabeth felt the final little pieces of her dignity and self respect crumble to dust.

SLAP!

SLAP!

She ceased wiggling and resisting in her sister's lap, any resolve to resist mometarily gone. She felt she deserved this now. She felt that she needed to be punished for disobeying her Mistress.

She felt wet.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Mistress's hand had stopped spanking her, and had rested itself on her red and stinging ass. She shuddered a little, and felt her special phone buzzing with messages in her pocket, where it pressed between her Mistress's lap and her hip.

She waited there, for instructions to get up, when she felt the hand on her ass move down between her now tanned thighs to her wet slit. She moaned quietly as a single finger rubbed up and down, gently caressing her pussy as the pain from the spanking her little sister and Mistress had just given her began to fade.

"Are you going to obey me next time, girl?" Mistress asked, a note of hesitancy in her voice.

Elizabeth couldn't comprehend what was happening, but managed to moan out "Yes, Mistresssssss"

Her Mistress kept rubbing, gently. "Tell me the truth girl, did you forget your panties on purpose? Was this just a ploy to entice me? Things lately have gotten confusing, I know you've been trying to... do something to me."

Elizabeth was sure she didn't know what Mistress was talking about, "No, Mistress. I just clean. I clean and make su casa muy bonita. Is all."

Elizabeth felt her mind let go a little more as her Mistress entered her with one tapered finger. "You sure you didn't want this? Do you want me to stop?"

Elizabeth moaned again, shuddering on her sister's lap. "No, no stop!"

Mistress smiled and rubbed at her g-spot and clit. "Tell me what you are then, girl. Are you my sister? Or are you just Isabella, my dumb little maid ****?"

Elizabeth struggled to answer. Her mind felt like a hurricane, and she felt the need to resist, if only to keep some small bit of sanity and sense of her real self. She felt another finger enter her and knew something was breaking. Something that wouldn't be fixable.

"I...."

A knock on the door interrupted the spell.

"I.... need to get that, Mistress." Elizabeth finally gurgled out.

"Oh, yes, quite. I need to get to work too. Get up girl, see to it and don't be late again." Ms Hastings ordered.

Elizabeth shuddered as she walked to the door, smelling like sex and sweat. She didn't know what happened, but she knew she'd kept what was left of herself. Why was she falling into this strange situation? Was she really about to let her younger sister finger fuck her after giving her a spanking? How could she even accept a spanking, let alone the incestual act she was letting her Sister-Mistress perform on her?