The fate of an unmotivated maid

(This is a smut chapter.)

Sally knew the otherworldly being was attached to the trash cans somehow. The owner’s insistence on having the maids empty the trash cans was further evidence of this. It probably went berserk if the trash cans were left full. Yet, it played pranks on anyone who tried to empty them.

Just what is this spirit’s issue around garbage that’s keeping it tethered to this world? Sally wondered.

Ditching her cleaning cart entirely, Sally picked the first room she found in the East Wing and walked in. She found a small bedroom, and walked directly up to the small trash can sitting against the wall. Looking inside, she saw various debris like paper and cardboard packaging, but nothing stood out. Her bindings prevented her from reaching in, so she bent over to get a closer look, and that’s when things went horribly wrong.

The would-be sleuth, still bent over, was pulled forward by some unseen suction. A cavity was suddenly revealed in the wall, and her upper body slid into it like bread into a toaster. A collar clicked around her neck, fastened to the interior of the hole in the wall, leaving her completely stuck.

“U-Uh, hello? Someone help?”

*SMACK*

“Yeep!” Sally cried as a blow landed on her right asscheek.

Uh-oh. It’s a pervy ghost. This isn’t good. Pervy ghosts are never good.

Sally quickly realized that, being bent over while wearing high heels and skimpy undies, her generous ass was on full and flattering display. But this wasn’t the time to worry about that. She just needed to focus on escaping, or at least calming the phantom down so he wouldn’t do anything too drastic.

“H-Hang on! I’m one of *AH* your kind!”

A second blow landed on the same asscheek, and then a third. Sally made numerous more attempts to reason with the aggressive spirit, or at least strike up a conversation, but he was dead silent. The girl felt like a fool, yelping cutely as she went through every trick in her diplomacy toolbox, only to be repeatedly spanked like a misbehaving girl.

“P-Please just *YAH* talk to me! Don’t just silentLYYY smack my ass!”

Despite her situation, arousal was beginning to bloom in Sally’s core. And in her ass. She bit her lower lip and let her eyes drift shut, allowing the repeated thrumming of her ass to continue.

“*Ohhhhhhh…*” she cooed.

No. I have to focus. As long as I’m in this physical form, there’s a very real threat of me getting trapped by this specter as though I’m a human! And besides, only humans get to touch this body like that. Ghosts are a hundred years too late to give ME a spanking!

Sally channeled her ghost-hating rage into a powerful backward kick that caught nothing but air. She threw a few more, but they were equally useless. Her asscheek was gradually losing its waxy white glow in favor of a punishing pink color, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Don’t just think you can haunt my ass and get away with it! I’ll haunt YOU once I’m *KYA* out of here!”

The spanking didn’t even pause. The apparition was completely unfazed by her threat. By this point, Sally was getting wet despite herself, her tiny panties dampening from being pressed up against her pussy’s entrance. That sore numbness was setting in on the right side of her ass, and she started to wonder when the ghost would finally give her left side the same treatment.

“H-Hey, are you liste- *AH* *OH* *F-FUCK!*”

The blows sped up, now raining down on her ass at a constant, steady speed. Sally was certain he was now using two hands, and her eyes rolled back as her thoughts started fading from her mind. She couldn’t decide between leaning her butt away from his hand to escape the danger, or leaning it towards him for more **** pleasure. She just ended up swaying her hips back and forth indecisively. The fake maid was stuck, she was being disciplined by a malicious poltergeist, and nothing she could say would save her. He had eroded her willpower simply by staying silent and wailing on her defenseless ass, leaving her with nothing but shame and unwanted plea-

It stopped.

Sally felt as though the world stood still for a second, and then…

*THWAP*

“*KGHAA!*”

A slap landed on her left asscheek, and more continually followed. Sally mewled in traitorous pleasure as her pussy dripped in gratitude. Her love juices easily slipped past her razor thin panties and fell against the carpet, demonstrating her unwilling submission to the pervy ghost and his authoritative hands.

“Fi-i-inall *AHH* lyyyy…” she groaned. Getting her other cheek spanked gave Sally the symmetry she so badly craved. Her pride couldn’t stand that a ghost was so badly degrading her, but it was fighting an already-lost battle against her slutty nature. Her nethers were getting wetter and more sensitive with every impact, as if asking the spirit to fuck her in a way that she normally wouldn’t have tolerated.

Damn apparition, humiliating me like this. Wish I could fight back, but… Fuck! Even my host is into it! Hurts so… good…!

Just as it did with her right asscheek, the chorus of slaps against Sally’s ass sped up. And, to drive her submission home, the blows against her right cheek resumed even faster than before. The ghost hunter’s mind became covered in fog, rendering her nothing but a wailing, dripping mess. She couldn’t even think to wonder how her captor was spanking both cheeks so fast at the same time. A thin waterfall of girl juice connected her pink pussy to the damp carpet beneath her. Pleas and apologies spilled from Sally’s mouth, having been convinced that she had done something wrong without a word leaving her assailant’s mouth. She had completely adopted the role of a bad girl being punished, as if her imagination had chosen to cope with the pleasurable pain in the most demeaning way possible. The white of her ass had been colored bright red, and embarrassment had left her face the same color.

“PLEASE! *AH!* *GHAH!* *OHH!* I’M SORRY! FF- *KAH!* FOR NOT CLEANING!”

Just as the last of her wits had left her, something grabbed her g-string and yanked it hard. The thin fabric grinded against her incredibly-sensitive pussy, providing the only stimulation it had received since her assthwacking started. No matter how much she hated the thought of a ghost having its way with her, she couldn’t even stop herself from cumming.

“*FUUUUUU-HUUUUUUCK!!!*” A sense of humiliating despair overtook the paranormal specialist as she realized an uppity ghost had just given her a wedgie orgasm. But the only thing she could do about it was scream. The spanking continued while her narrow thread of panty fabric was being tugged on repeatedly, digging right into her cunt and making her leak nonstop. Unintelligible cries spilled from Sally, who could do nothing but cum herself senseless as she was not only punished, but bullied by the ghost she was supposed to be exorcising.

The spanking wedgie combo continued through many more orgasms, and long after Sally had resigned herself to being trapped as a ghost’s bullying **** for the rest of her afterlife.