Spanking clean
written by:
mcerotic

One of my little luxuries is that I don't clean my own condo. I have a cleaner, Desy, who comes each week and cleans the whole place.

Desy is East European, with long dark hair. Late 20s. Large breasts and a curvy figure. She doesn't always wear a bra, cleaning is hot work. I know she has big nipples from the way they poke through her sweatshirt. I'd mentally undressed her many a time, wondering what those breasts would look like in the naked flesh. I'd even fantasized about fucking her, but I'd behaved myself and never made any attempt to get into her pants.

Sometimes the cleaning is all done while I'm at work and I don't see her. I just come home to a clean condo. But sometimes I get home before she has finished. It all started on a day like that.

I opened the door to the condo and walked in. Desy was in the hallway having just finished, about to leave. I walked into the living room and I could see immediately from the sun's reflection on my dining table that it still had a large patch of dust. I called Desy over.

"Naughty girl," I said, pointing at the dust. "I think you get your bottom spanked for that." I hadn't really meant anything by saying it, just mildly flirting with her.

Desy got out a duster and wiped the tabletop clean. But then, to my complete surprise, she bent over the table giggling.

"I'm ready for my punishment," she said.

I looked at her tight jeans stretched over the firm cheeks of her bottom. I wasn't sure if she really expected me to spank her but it was too tempting to resist. I brought my hand down hard on her ass. I don't think it was really all that painful but it echoed impressively through the room. A second loud smack on her other cheek followed.

"That should be a reminder to keep your standards up," I said with mock seriousness.

Desy stood up and rubbed her ass. She was breathing surprisingly heavily and I rather got the impression that she was sexually excited. As, I realized, was I. My cock was hard. I hadn't realized that spanking Desy would be a turn-on.

I suddenly had an idea. "Next time I find fault," I said, "it will be on your bare bottom."

So now I hoped that I'd find something not cleaned properly next time. The prospect of making Desy drop her jeans and spanking her was something to look forward to.

A week later I left work a little early to make sure that I arrived home before Desy would have left. Driving home I wondered if Desy would be playing our game or whether the previous week had just been a one-off. Would she have deliberately left something obviously undone? And would she really let me spank her bare ass? My cock was hard as I drove just from thinking about it.

Sure enough, there was an obvious dusty patch in the middle of the dining table. I called Desy over. Somehow it seemed important that neither of us acknowledged that we were actually playing a sexual game. We both pretended that she had left the table like that accidentally and I would genuinely punish her, even though we both knew she'd done it deliberately so that I would discipline her.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she wiped the table clean. "I don't know how I missed it."

"It's not good enough," I said. "I'm afraid I will have to punish you again. Take down your jeans and bend over the table."

I held my breath for a moment, wondering if she would dare to do it. She undid the button on her jeans, slipped down the zip, and pushed them down to her ankles. She bent over the table. She was wearing a thong, her cheeks bare and just a thin strip of orange material running up between her cheeks. I could see the swelling of her sex between her thighs, just a thin covering of orange cotton concealing her pussy from my gaze. I wondered whether I should make her take her thong off but I decided to go slowly. I was pretty certain that in a week's time I'd have another opportunity.

I brought my hand down hard on one cheek of her ass, making a loud slap. A pink handprint appeared on the white skin of her ass. Another two slaps on the same cheek, creating a rosy glow. Then three slaps on the other cheek. Her ass was a contrast of colors, the orange strip of her thong, the center of her cheeks a deep pink from the spanking, the rest of her cheeks a milky white.

"Don't do it again," I said. I hooked a finger underneath the material of her thong where it ran up between her cheeks and gave it a light tug. I knew she would feel it in her pussy. "I was kind to you this time and I let you keep your panties on. I won't be so kind next time."

She stood up and rubbed her glowing ass. Then she pulled up her jeans. Once again she seemed to be excited, aroused by her spanking. Of course I was rock hard too. But we both pretended not to notice.

"I'll try and do better next time," she said.

But of course she did no such thing.

"Take down your jeans and your panties and bend over the table," I said. I could feel my cock hardening at the prospect of seeing her naked body. I love the thrill of seeing a woman's pussy for the very first time.

She undid her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. Her panties this time were white. She pushed the waistband over her hips and they fell to join her jeans. Once again she surprised me though, because she pulled her feet out of her jeans. When she bent over the table she spread her legs hiding nothing from my gaze. Her pussy lips were shaved. I wondered if she'd shaved them just that morning, knowing full well she would be displaying herself to me later in the day. She had big puffy pink inner lips, which looked to be swollen with excitement. It took will-power not to reach out and touch her, knowing that would break the rules of our game.

I brought my hand down hard on her bare ass as I had the week before. But accidentally-on-purpose I let my fingertips wrap around her ass-cheek and just graze her pussy. I gave her six slaps as I had the previous week, but on the last one I let my hand linger on her ass, my fingertips pressed into the slit of her sex. I could feel how wet she was. She made no attempt to stand up, just remained bent over the table. I stroked her, the palm of my hand stroking her glowing ass and my fingertips stroking back and forth in between her lips, spreading her moisture around. I slowly pushed a finger into her cunt. She let out a long groan as I penetrated into that most intimate corner of her body for the first time. I knew I could fuck her, knew that she wouldn't resist. But it seemed still more exciting to keep up the pretense that I was simply punishing her for a job poorly done. I pulled my finger out of her.

"Next time it will be more than my finger if your standards don't improve," I said sternly.

I crouched down and picked up her panties off the floor. She stood up and turned around. Of course that put her pussy just in front of my face. She had a triangle of thick black pubic hair. Just her lips were shaved. I wanted to lean forward and have a taste but once again, for some reason, sticking to the unwritten rules of our game seemed important and I did not. I held her panties while she stepped into them and then I pulled them up until her sex was once again hidden behind the veil of white cotton.

"I will try and do better next time," she said meekly as she pulled on her jeans.

I couldn't wait for that week to pass, knowing that I was finally going to fuck Desy. My cock was rock hard in anticipation as I opened the door to my condo.

"I'm sorry," Desy said when she saw me, "but I knocked a glass off the counter and it shattered."

"That's very serious," I said. "Much worse than just leaving the table undusted."

"Yes," she replied, submissively staring at my feet. "I think you had better punish me more severely." She reached out and undid the buckle on my leather belt. For a moment I thought she was getting my cock out, which she can't have failed to notice was rock hard, until she pulled the belt from its loops. "I think a firm strapping would be appropriate."

She handed me the belt and then, without being asked, she undid her jeans and pushed her jeans and panties down and stepped out of them. But she went one step further this time and peeled off her sweatshirt. Underneath she wore a thin white T-shirt. I could see the dark shadows of her nipples through the thin material. Then she reached down, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She was now completely naked. Finally I got to see her large firm breasts. She indeed had huge nipples, both long and thick, a dark crimson color, like big raspberries, surrounded by the big pink disks of her areolas. I could see her nipples were already hard.

She turned, spread her legs and bent over the table, presenting her pussy to me like a wild animal about to mate. I held the belt by the buckle end, raised my arm and brought the belt down hard across her ass. The belt made a whoosh through the air followed by a sharp crack as it fell across her defenseless cheeks. She cried out. A red weal appeared almost immediately. I raised my arm again and slashed the leather through the air onto her ass a second time, a little bit lower than before. I gave her six strokes in all, as usual. By the time I was done her ass was criss-crossed with a red grid and she was sobbing at the pain.

She stayed bent over the table awaiting the second part of her punishment. I ran my fingers over the raised stripes and then lower between her legs and between her lips. She was absolutely sopping wet with arousal. I undid my jeans and pushed them down with my underwear. My cock was pointing out hard from my body. I moved behind Desy and positioned my cockhead between her lips in her entrance. I slowly pushed forward. I looked down and watched as my cock gradually vanished into my cleaner's tight wet cunt, stretching her lips around it. She moaned as I entered her. I kept pushing my hips forward until my cock was completely buried inside her and my belly was pressed against her red-striped ass.

I started to fuck her, pulling almost out of her before slamming my cock back into her roughly, pushing thighs against the edge of the table. I reached around her body and took her enormous nipples between fingers and thumbs, squeezing them hard. She squealed in surprise and pain but it only seemed to make her more like an animal. She started to thrust her own body back against me, pushing her ass back as my cock rammed forward, taking me even deeper inside her.

As my cock reamed her pussy, I twisted her nipples back and forth. In no time she was cumming, her cunt squeezing me hard as her orgasm flooded through her body. "Oh my god," she screamed as her climax built to a crescendo. I let go of her nipples and just cradled her firm breasts in each hand, feeling the hard nipple pressed into the palms of my hands.

I started to fuck her harder and faster. I was getting close to coming myself. After weeks of anticipation, finally fucking Desy was all that I had imagined. I pulled out of her as I felt my orgasm beginning. Ropes of white cum spurted from my cock across her red striped ass. I rubbed it into her skin as if it was some sort of soothing lotion.

I pulled up my jeans and underwear and was already dressed by the time Desy finally stood up.

"Well after that punishment I certainly will be careful not to break any more glasses," she said as she slowly pulled on her clothes. A few minutes later she left.

During the next week I went to the sex-shop and purchased a pair of nipple clamps, small brass clamps with tiny teeth and a knurled knob that tightened a small screw thread. They even looked painful.

When I came home the following week it was clear that Desy had had an idea too. The table was once again not dusted but lying in the middle of it was one of the bamboo canes from my houseplants.

"The table is not dusted, Desy," I said. I got the two nipple clamps out of my pocket. "Take off your shirt."

She pulled her sweatshirt off and stood there in front of me, her breasts rising and falling slightly as she breathed heavily. I bent down and put my mouth over one of her nipples, flicking it with the end of my tongue to make it hard. I stood up. I put the nipple clamp over the rock hard nipple and tightened it until it was tight enough to remain in place. I bent over her other breast, this time gently nibbling on her nipple, feeling it harden inside my mouth. Soon the second clamp was in place. I reached out with both hands and turned the two little brass knobs. At first it was clearly a very pleasurable pain, like wiggling a loose tooth. But then as the little brass teeth tightened on her nipples she started to breath more heavily still, gritting her teeth to avoid crying out. Her eyes started to tear up. I mercilessly tightened the clamps as much as I dared.

Next, I picked up the cane and swooshed it through the air. I saw her shiver in anticipation of when it would fall across her bare ass. "Take down your pants and bend over the table."

She slipped off her pants and panties and so she was completely naked. She spread her legs and leaned over the table, pressing her nipple-clamped breasts onto the tabletop. The grid of red stripes from last week's strapping with my belt had almost completely faded. Her pussy, swollen with excitement, peeked between her thighs. I knew she would already be wet.

I took the cane and touched it against her ass taking aim. Again she shivered, a little twinge of excitement clearly ran through her. I lifted the cane up and brought it down hard. She yelped and her knees buckled with the pain for a moment. A thin red line appeared across the pale skin of her ass. I let her ride out the pain for a moment before I took aim again, this time lower, across the back of her thighs. Another loud swoosh and a crack, another yelp of anguish. Tears started to flow.

I almost felt guilty meting out such agony to the defenseless girl, but the more ruthless I was the more aroused she seemed to become. It wouldn't be fair to deny her the perverse pleasure she got from my assault. Four more strokes of the cane fell, making her ass like a zebra but with red stripes rather than black.

I reached under her body and loosened the two nipple clamps. She cried out as, to her surprise, instead of relieving the pain, it became still more intense as the blood flowed back into her nipples.

Her excited pussy looked so delicious I decided I wanted to taste her before I fucked her. I crouched down behind her and lightly ran my tongue the length of her inner labia. I could sense her intense arousal. I pushed my tongue between her lips and into the opening to her body. She moaned and then spread her legs even wider and pushed back against me, taking my tongue deeper. I ran my tongue up a little to the little brown pucker of her asshole. Maybe one day I'd punish her by invading her there.

I ran my tongue down between her lips until I felt the tiny hard point of her clit. Once again her body trembled. I started to gently nudge her clit with the tip of my tongue. I wasn't the least bit surprised when almost immediately her body was wracked with an intense orgasm. Her whole body went rigid for a moment and then she cried out with release as her climax exploded inside her body, seemingly endless waves of pleasure rippling through her.

I decided it was finally time to end our game and have more normal sex with Desy. I pulled her up and turned her to face me. I bent down and kissed her for the first time. She kissed me back hungrily, her tongue seeking out my own. Then I took her hand and, saying nothing, we went upstairs to my bedroom. While I undressed, she got onto my bed and lay on her back, her legs spread wide, the fat pink lips of her pussy gaping invitingly.

It was an invitation I lost no time in accepting. I moved onto the bed between her outspread thighs. She reached out and guided my cock into herself. She was unbelievably wet and turned-on from the caning and her recent orgasm. I pushed just my knob into her but she had other ideas. She thrust her hips up and greedily took almost my entire cock straight into her cunt. I pressed my body against hers, feeling her breasts against my chest. Our tongues intertwined as her hips started to fuck me, rocking back and forth on my cock as fast as she could move them. I barely moved, letting her do all the work as she seemed to want. I could feel my impending climax building up. She sensed it too and squeezed me with her cunt. That took me tight over the top and I was pumping jets of cum deep into my cleaner's body.

I am now the owner of many ways of inflicting pain: overlarge dildos, ass plugs, nipple clamps, whips and canes. Desy loves to be taken right up to the limit, just shy of the point where she can't take it. The closer she gets the more aroused she gets. And afterwards, just the smallest gesture of tenderness, a lick of her clit, a finger on her asshole, even just nibbling her nipples, and she comes intensely, the explosion of undiluted joy erasing the pain that went before. Most days we then spend the evening in my bed inflicting pleasure on each other.

And, of course, each time Desy leaves, my condo is clean. Spanking clean.