An Invitation

Looking her in the eye, I detected a particularly wicked glint and taking the proffered glass of wine, I drank greedily. It had been a bitch of a day. I then placed it carefully back on the hallstand and with a smile took the spatula from Tammy's other hand. Without a word she turned around and with her 6"black stilettos together, bent forward at the waist grasping both her ankles. In this position her short maid's skirt, black of course with a white lace trim, rode high up over her derriere affording me an uninterrupted view of her long legs encased in black stockings attached to suspenders and a trace of black lace thong as it snuck down the crack of her arse to disappear between those luscious legs to encase that beautiful cock of hers. But first things first. I rubbed the spoon gently over her bare cheeks for a few seconds but I knew the thong was a signal. Those cheeks could have been encased in cotton or lace but were bare to the world and I knew what this meant. She wanted it hard so I swung the spoon and landed a mighty blow on her left cheek, which wobbled cutely.

"One Mistress Sarah."

"Good. Well remembered house bitch." I raised my hand and dealt the same to the right cheek.

"Two Mistress."

"No. No. No. That's not right. One for the left and one for the right. So we'll start again and

please try to get it right."

Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

I took half a step back and commenced my house bitch's punishment. As she counted out the blows I watched in wonder as her ass cheeks trembled after each blow and slowly turned a deep red. After ten blows to each cheek my arm and the tremble in Tammy's voice told me enough was enough.

"Now stand up bitch and get my dinner."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress", Tammy replied, stood, turned to face me and with a curtsey took the spatula from me and handed me my wine before turning and heading for the kitchen.

As I wandered into the lounge and settled into the sofa my mind returned to this morning's conundrum. The day had been hectic and I was secretly grateful to Tammy for offering her arse as a stress reliever but I also knew tonight's performance was no coincidence. It was meant to serve as a reminder of how much fun could be had if we could find a way to get Tammy to the ball.