Story Excerpt

Barely Legal Maid Masochism, by Jezebel Rose

 

Victoria was only twenty and she had already experienced so much sorrow in her life. Growing up in the poverty of her small Colombian town left her scarred. Despite the horrors of her condition, she would have stayed in her country forever to be with Juan, the love of her life. They lived together in a glorified shack just outside of town. Juan had a decent job at a coffee distribution warehouse and Victoria performed odd tasks for a local innkeeper, including a lot of grueling cleaning.

One day, Victoria came home from work and Juan was gone. He took all of his belongings. He took all of her belongings, too. She raced to the tiny bedroom and opened the old cigar box where she kept her jewelry. It was empty. Her humble diamond engagement ring wasn’t there.

It was too much for Victoria to take. She called her sister in the United States and had her wire some money. She used the cash to pay local gangsters to ship her off to America where her sister had promised her work in the suburbs of New York City. She already knew English pretty well thanks to lessons from missionaries in her town. She was ready to begin a new life.

Victoria could not believe how wonderful America was. All of the stories she heard as a child had been true. Best of all, she worked for Mr. and Mrs. Brose as a maid and earned more money than she had ever before, even if it was very low by American standards. The Brose’s provided a spacious and comfortable room for her inside their gigantic mansion. Mr. Brose was a billionaire investment manager who had also inherited vast sums.

The work was hard. Victoria would get on her hands and knees and scrub the floors and toilets. Mrs. Brose was very cruel, too. She despised Victoria, especially because of the young woman’s beautiful body—her full, perky tits and a classic firm, Latin ass that could stop traffic. Victoria overheard Mrs. Brose fighting with her husband about him making Victoria wear a skimpy French maid uniform around the mansion. “She must look the part for our guests,” Mr. Brose insisted.

It had been six months into working for the Brose’s and Victoria was mostly happy. However, she still ached for Juan. He was a bastard, but he was a passionate man who once worshipped her. At night, alone in her bedroom, Victoria would lay naked on her stomach and grind her pussy against her rigid hand. She masturbated to the thought of Juan’s gentle touch.

Although Victoria enjoyed playing with herself and thinking of Juan, she reminded herself that he was passionate but not a very good lover. He could never make her orgasm. She wasn’t sure what was missing from their sex, but she overlooked it because of his kindness and devotion. He was not so kind in the end, Victoria thought.

“You thief!” Mrs. Brose woke Victoria with her scream. “You filthy, jealous thief!”

Mr. Brose came into Victoria’s bedroom next and turned on the lights. Victoria rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stared in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” Victoria said. “What are you meaning?”

“My Blankenship Pearl necklace is gone,” Mrs. Brose said. “It’s worth twenty thousand dollars and you stole it.”

Victoria’s pulse raced. She had never stolen a thing in her life, even during her most impoverished days in Colombia. What will happen to me now?

“Young lady, we insist that you be honest with us,” Mr. Brose added. His face looked grim. Mr. Brose usually had such a bright smile and relaxed demeanor. In fact, Victoria had always thought he looked quite handsome for a middle-aged man. He was tall with a chiseled face. He was obsessed with working out every day and it showed in his muscular build.

“I am not a thief,” Victoria said. She was a very modest young woman and pulled her blanket tightly over her body, knowing she wore only a tiny white nightgown and no bra or panties. “Please believe I do not steal, sir.”

Mrs. Brose bit her lip and scowled at Mr. Brose. “She’s a liar, Jacob. She has always admired my jewels and she is the only one to have access to them.”

“I must take my wife’s side,” Mr. Brose said. He shook his head in disgust. “I have always been fond of you, Victoria, but I’m afraid I cannot defend a mere employee who I’ve known for less than a year.”

Victoria’s heart sank. She thought this was the end. She had some cash saved, but it would eventually vanish from the cost of living and she would live in squalor once again.

“Please, Master, I cannot be losing this job,” Victoria pleaded. “Mrs. Brose, I do not steal your pearl. I promise.”

Mr. and Mrs. Brose exchanged looks. Mr. Brose bent his head to his wife’s ear and whispered something. Mrs. Brose nodded in agreement.

“We won’t fire you,” Mr. Brose said. “We will only put you on probation.”

Victoria didn’t understand what he meant. “Is what, Master?”

Mrs. Brose sighed. “She’s incompetent, Jacob! She cannot even understand. Fix this dreadful girl!”

“We can easily afford to replace the necklace,” Mr. Brose said. “We are wealthy and have insurance, but we must test you to see if you can be trusted. We are going to make sure you start doing a much better job and that you behave yourself.”

Victoria didn’t want to admit to a crime she didn’t commit. Then again, she was glad she didn’t have to go back to Colombia. “I will do whatever you are wanting, Master.”

Mr. Brose smiled. “I am glad to hear you will be cooperative with your punishment, Victoria.”

“Punishment, Master?”

“Why, yes,” Mr. Brose said. “Before probation begins, you must be punished for your behavior.”

Victoria gulped. “How do you mean?”

“Just like we handled it back at the Beardley School,” Mr. Marlon said. He walked over and sat down in a small chair in front of a vanity. “Now come over to me, young lady.”

Vivian slowly lowered the covers from her body. She headed toward Mr. Brose while yanking her nightgown far enough down to cover her ample ass. Mrs. Brose stared with a look of disgust.

“What to do now, Master?”

“Bend over my knees, young lady.”

Victoria was shocked. She had no idea what Mr. Brose was ordering. “To do how?”

“Bend over my knees, facedown, so that you can receive a spanking.”

“Azotar?” Victoria said the word for spanking in her native tongue. She could not believe this man wanted to punish her in this way.

“Yes,” Mr. Brose said. “Now stop stalling.”

She bent over his knees and reached around to her rear to try to stretch her nightgown over it. Mr. Brose cracked her hand and violently pulled her nightgown all the way up to reveal her big, round ass. He lifted his large hand high in the air and lowered it in a hard smack against her ass, sending her caramel skin rippling.

“Aye,” Victoria whaled.

“Don’t go easy on her,” Mrs. Brose ordered her husband.

Mr. Brose continued beating Victoria’s ass with quick and hard lashes of his hand. Victoria continued moaning in pain and felt the flesh of her ass begin to sting. Her ass grew more irritated and sensitive with each thrash.

“You will learn to obey the man and woman of this house,” Mr. Brose said.

Just when Victoria thought she could not take any more of this beating, she felt a strange sensation. At first, she wanted to deny her feelings. They took her by surprise. As the moments passed, she had to confess to herself. I love the feel of his hands on my ass.

Victoria tried to resist, but she could not stop the delicate folds of her pussy from moistening. Her clit grew erect beneath its hood with every smack of her ass. No man had ever treated her this way and she had to admit it felt exhilarating. She began to become so aroused that she feared her pussy might leak its nectar directly onto the floor and reveal to her billionaire bosses how deviant she really was.

“I think she enjoys this,” Mrs. Brose said to her husband. “She’s a little slut, so it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Victoria felt the pain and pleasure swirl to her core. She was dying to orgasm but had no opportunity. Just as she became thoroughly aroused, Mr. Brose ended the spanking.

“You have had enough,” he said. “We will begin your probation tomorrow morning. Get some rest and think about all that you have done wrong.”

The Marltons left Victoria’s bedroom and she was finally alone with her sore ass and her throbbing pussy. She raced to lock the door and retreated to her bed where it only took her a moment to rub her slick pussy and bring herself to a stunning orgasm.

Victoria felt satisfied but confused. She was also very, very scared of what might happen next.

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