The Maid Submits

By Anna Austin

 

 

Description:

 

Jenny is a seamstress. Her family so poor, she can barely make ends meet. She dreams of rescue and romance, of a handsome prince who will fall in love with her and make her life a fairytale.

 

Instead, she enters the employ of Mr. Grayshott, a handsome and enigmatic gentleman of means. Jenny soon discovers that he requires her to submit fully to his twisted desires-and that in submission, she awakens her own depraved passions...

 

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"Please, sir," Jenny gasped, the words slipping out of her mouth before she could stop them. She didn't care much for what would happen after today, but the prospect of getting fucked by Mr. Grayshott, of finally finding some relief to the intense arousal that burned inside her, was so exciting. Jenny wanted to beg for him to get on with it, to have his way with her, and she knew that if the delicious torture went on for much longer, she wouldn't be able to hold herself back; she would beg and plead to be fucked.

 

"All in good time," Mr. Grayshott answered and lifted his hand before bringing it down on Jenny's bottom with a resounding slap. The motion caused Jenny to shift forwards on his lap and the friction of the movement pulled the fabric of her dress over her sensitive nipples again. "Thirteen, thank you, sir!" she moaned out.

 

Mr. Grayshott hummed approvingly. "Seven more, I should think. I want your arse red and smarting while I fuck that pretty pink cunt of yours."

 

Jenny wanted to protest, her bottom was already smarting, the pain giving an intoxicating edge to the pleasure, and she was sure that it was already red and flushed like the rest of her skin, but there was another strike. "Fourteen, thank you, sir!"

 

There was a pause again and Jenny feared that Mr. Grayshott was going to draw it out, to fill the time between blows with lewd promises again. But then the next strike came down on her buttocks swiftly and she barely had time to gasp out, "Fifteen, thank you, sir!" before the next one came. And then another and another and another and another, quick and hard against her hot skin with just enough time to between them for her to count the blows. Jenny felt tears streaming down her cheeks and she took big gulps of air as she tried to catch her breath.

 

"Last one," Mr. Grayshott said and that was all the warning Jenny got before the strike came down. She could've sworn it was the hardest yet, but maybe it just felt like it because her bottom was already sensitive and sore. "Twenty, thank you, sir!" she moaned out.

 

 

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The gentleman gestured her to climb in and Jenny did, trying not to rustle her basket too much as she sat down in the carriage. The man followed suit and sat opposite Jenny. He didn't speak until the door had closed behind them and the carriage took off.

 

"I'm Mr. Grayshott," he said as he took off his hat and placed it on the seat next to him. Then he looked straight at Jenny, meeting her eyes head-on and pinned Jenny in place with his gaze. Jenny didn't dare to turn her eyes away. "But 'sir' will do just nicely."

 

There was no question that a maid was expected to address her employer as sir, but the way Mr. Grayshott had said it, voice a touch lower than a moment before, carried another meaning entirely, something that Jenny didn't fully understand. Still, she felt herself blush and was grateful that the dimness of the carriage helped to veil her reactions.

 

"You understand by now that I'm looking for a slightly different kind of maid, yes?"

 

"I'm not sure if I understand it...correctly, sir."

 

"Oh, you're so sweet and innocent," said Mr. Grayshott, voice amused. "You will be expected to fulfil the traditional chores of a maid, but in addition, I require service of a more...carnal nature, if you will."

 

Jenny sucked in a breath, taken aback by how easily Mr. Grayshott had said it. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and she knew that she was red all over, blushing wildly. She was so, so embarrassed, but she felt a little bit of excitement, too, which made her squirm even more.

 

Mr. Grayshott leaned forward and took the basket off Jenny's lap. "Does this scandalize you?" he asked as he laid a hand on Jenny's thigh.

 

Jenny didn't trust her voice so she just nodded in response, eyes fixed on the contrast between the materials of Mr. Grayshott's leather glove and her own worn skirt.

 

 

 

 

Keywords: Victorian BDSM erotica, spanking submission bondage, master domination slave, maid uniform costume, virgin first time, older younger sex