Fuck'n'fetish - Sally Slave-
The Mistress's New Toy: Sally Slave
A Taste of Her Own Medicine
Sally, a young and inexperienced maid, nervously walks into the lavish dining room. Her mistress, a commanding woman with an air of dominance, sits at the head of the table, her husband beside her. They both watch as Sally bows her head in submission, her heart racing with anticipation.
"May I introduce, sir?" the mistress says coolly, gesturing towards Sally. "Our new hausemaid: Sally."
The master nods his approval, his eyes fixed on the trembling maid. Sally hesitantly approaches the table, her eyes darting between them. She feels a mixture of fear and excitement as she waits for their next command.
"Take a seat at our breakfast table and enjoy an opulent meal," the mistress instructs her. Sally does as she's told, her hands shaking as she pours coffee for them. The mistress and master watch her every move, their eyes filled with a predatory hunger.
As Sally serves them, she can't help but notice the way they look at her—a mix of admiration and lust. It sends shivers down her spine, making her all the more aware of her vulnerability in this situation.
"Sally will bring you everything you want from the kitchen," the mistress says casually, taking another sip of coffee. Sally nods, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that she's at their mercy now, and they won't hesitate to punish her if she fails to please them.
The meal continues, with Sally serving them dutifully. But beneath the surface, tension is building. The mistress and master are growing impatient with Sally's clumsiness and inexperience. They've been watching her closely, waiting for the perfect opportunity to teach her a lesson she won't forget.
Finally, the moment arrives. The mistress sets down her fork, her eyes narrowing. "Sally," she says coldly. "You've been slipping up quite a bit today."
Sally swallows hard, her throat dry. She knows what's coming next. "Yes, mistress," she whispers, bracing herself for the punishment to come.
The mistress stands up from the table, her husband following suit. They walk towards Sally, their steps echoing through the silent room. As they approach, Sally trembles in fear, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Because of some sloppiness during her first days," the mistress says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "we fold her in some... aggraviating measures."
With that, the mistress grabs Sally by the wrist and pulls her towards a nearby chair. She sits down, her husband standing behind her. Sally knows what's about to happen—she's about to feel the sting of their discipline.
The mistress pulls Sally's skirt up, revealing her plump, round bottom. She gasps as she feels the cool air hit her sensitive skin. The mistress then takes a small riding crop from the table and begins to swat it against her palm.
"Lastly," the mistress says, her voice low and menacing, "when nothing else is able to correct her attitudes properly, we don't hesitate to spank her very bottom."
With that, the mistress brings the riding crop down hard on Sally's cheeks. A sharp sting fills the air as she feels the first smack connect with her flesh. Tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to make a sound.
The mistress continues to spank her, each strike landing with a resounding crack. Sally's bottom turns a bright shade of red, and she can feel the heat radiating through her body. But still, she doesn't cry out.
Finally, the mistress stops, her arm aching from the exertion. She stands up, revealing a satisfied smile on her face. "A maid must learn her duties from the bottom up," she says, her voice echoing through the room.
Sally's bottom throbs with pain as she stands up, her eyes filled with tears. She knows that she's been taught a valuable lesson today—one that she won't soon forget. As she walks back to the kitchen, her steps slower than before, she can't help but wonder what other 'aggraviating measures' her mistress has in store for her.
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