When they got to the Duke’s place, he stepped out, still silent. She got out, pointing to the carriage where the suitcases were. His driver was already inside, but Travis just shrugged.
“Those are yours. You’re supposed to take them,” he said. “That’s crap. I have other people take it for me,” she told him.
“I don’t care. Either take your crap or walk around my home naked,” he
said.
When he said those words, a part of her felt the sting of it immediately, and she couldn’t help but find it kind of hurtful. But at the same time, even though she thought what this man had said was piggish, she didn’t mind the idea of walking around the house naked. Maybe that would help soften him up. Or in some areas, harden him up.
“Whatever,” she said. She would try her tactics out later. She wanted to have this man take her, but at the same time, she wanted to keep things pretty tame for now.
When she got inside, he led her upstairs. There was a simple room, but on the bed was a uniform.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Your uniform. Get up at nine every single morning, and you can then start the chores. I know that you’ll be able to do so, or else I’ll punish you,” he said.
“Yeah right, like you would punish me,” she said.
He glared at her with a dark look, moving closer to her.
“Listen, you little cunt, do you think I’m joking? You’re going to learn some respect, even if I have to teach you it the hard way,” he said in a chilling tone.
She looked at him, a part of her frustrated by how attractive he was, but at the same time irritated by how annoying he was as well. She shrugged, getting away from him and sighing.
“Whatever, man. I’m not going to fight,” she said.
“I suggest you don’t, or else you’ll learn your lesson,” he told her.
She nodded, getting ready for bed as he slipped out the doorway. She couldn’t help but think about what sorts of things this man would do to her, and at the same time, she could feel her pussy growing wet with desire.
A part of her wanted to be treated roughly by this man, to be disciplined in his unique way. But she also didn’t want to give him that satisfaction right away, and she wanted him to work for it. Whatever, she would wait for the right moment to strike, and when it did happen, she would certainly do whatever it took.
The next morning, she didn’t wake up at the right time. She then felt someone come in, and when she heard the click, the figure slipped near her, pulling the covers off her body. She then felt him pull her nightgown up, and when he did, she cried out. Then, his hand made contact with her backside, and soon she screamed out.
“Fuck!” she cried out, feeling the sting of the spanking on her ass. He smiled, striking so four more times after that before pulling away. He then looked at her, and soon she realized that it was indeed the Duke who did it.
“What the hell are you doing?” she almost wept.
“Simple. You were late, I spanked you. Now go get dressed and meet me downstairs to have you show you your chores. And make sure to stop acting so bratty. If you don’t, you’ll get punished again,” he said.
She blushed, feeling her pussy get wetter at those words. She wanted to act out, mainly because that would mean he would punish her once again. But then again, she wanted to see where this would go, and she hoped that no matter what, she would get him to continue to touch her.
She put on the maid’s uniform, but when she slipped it on, she realized just how short it was. She was expecting the uniform to be slightly racy, maybe something above the ankles or something, but this was above the kneecaps, which was something that she had never felt before. She felt like she was showing off so much, but at the same time, she liked the idea of being daring as well. Maybe this was what she needed, for this man knew exactly how to get under her skin.
She went down to where the kitchen was, and there was the Duke.
Travis smiled at her, eyeing her up and down and grinning madly. “My, don’t you look cute,” he said.
“Shut up,” she said.
“Aww, are you already trying to talk back? I have a punishment for you if you do,” he told her.
She then looked at him, and she wondered if she would get spanked again. She wouldn’t mind it, but maybe trying to act right would be the way to go.
“Fine, I’ll be good,” she said.
“Great, now let me show you some of the chores you have to do,” he told
her.
She listened to him, following him as he showed her everything. He was a professional about this, and after a bit, she realized that she didn’t feel like wanting to back-talk him. Of course, before she started he gave her a wry glance.
“Turn around. This is for your behavior yesterday at your parents’ home. I know that you’re probably just sick of living under their yoke, but that is no excuse to act out,” he said.
She was then spun around, her skirt pulled up once again. She blushed, realizing that her bare ass was hanging out. She couldn’t find any new undergarments, but Travis didn’t mind that. He grasped something, and she realized it was a whip, and soon he gave her a few smacks. She wanted to hold back the moans, but they escaped, and soon he continued that again.
Even though this did sting and it was punishment, at the same time this was also something that she heavily enjoyed, something she wouldn’t mind doing again and again.