Maid for Spanking (10 page)

Fulton leveled the gun at
Steve and cocked it at the same time that Steve lunged for the weapon.

Colleen screamed.

“Run!” Steve shouted.

Like hell she would.

Fear gripped her as she watched
Steve struggle with Fulton for the gun. They were twisting and turning so fast
there was no way she could help. She tightened her hold on the gym bag, making
her knuckles go white.

That was it!

Repositioning the bag so she
was holding it on either end, she rushed forward.

“Dammit, Colleen, I told you
to get out of here!” Steve yelled as he caught sight of her.

Colleen ignored him. Knowing
she was probably only going to get one chance at this, she lifted the bag and brought
it down on Fulton’s head. There was a solid thud as the hard drives connected
with his skull. Unfortunately, it wasn’t heavy enough to knock him out. On the
up side, it distracted him so Steve could wrench the gun out of his hand. The
weapon flew across the entryway, skidding across the tiled floor as Steve landed
a solid punch to Fulton’s jaw.

Fulton staggered back, but
didn’t fall. Colleen got ready with the bag of hard drives just in case she had
to use it again. Steve took care of him, though, delivering blow after blow
until the bastard was out cold.

Steve slowly back away, his
eyes locked on the man as if he were afraid Fulton would get up and come after
them again. Still watching, he picked up the gun and trained it on his former
business partner.

“Colleen, are you okay to
call the police?” he asked.

She nodded and told him yes,
then ran into the kitchen for the cordless phone. When she hurried back after
making the call, Fulton was still unconscious. Steve was still standing over
him.

“The cops are on their way.”
She reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He glowered at
her. “I told you to get out of here. Ed could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t. He could have
killed you, too.

Steve scowled at her, then
reached out with his free arm and wrapped it around her, pulling her against
him. “You scared the hell out of me.”

 
Colleen held onto him tightly, her face
pressed into his chest. “You scared me, too.”

Steve tipped her chin up,
forcing her to look at him. “I know you were trying to help, but going after a
guy with a gun wasn’t smart.”

She gave him a contrite look.
“I know. I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t,” he
growled. “And I’m going to make sure of that by giving you a spanking you won’t
forget.”

Colleen opened her mouth to
point out that it wasn’t very likely some lunatic would steal his hard drives
and hold them at gunpoint again, but closed it at the stern look he gave her.
Something told her she wasn’t going to be able to talk her way out of this one.

Chapter Six

Steve had made good on his
promise to spank her. After the police left, he gave her a hard, possessive
kiss and a heartfelt apology for accusing her of stealing the game, then
marched her up to the bedroom and tanned her ass. Colleen had tried to talk her
way out of it, but that had only made him send her into the bathroom with
orders to come back with the hairbrush. She’d been shocked, but he hadn’t been
joking. By the time he was done, her bottom had felt like it was on fire.

That had been almost two
months ago. Since then, Fulton had
plead
guilty to
grand theft and assault to avoid the attempted murder charges, which meant he’d
be in prison for quite a few years. On the down side, the cops had been a
little suspicious about how Colleen had gotten the hard drives back. They
didn’t quite believe her story that Fulton had left his door unlocked, or that
the hard drives had been sitting out in plain sight. Luckily, the cops had the
person they were after, so they didn’t dig any deeper, otherwise she might have
been in jail alongside Fulton.

She’d also quit her job at
the cleaning company to work with Steve full time. Not only was she doing
something she loved,
but
she was doing it alongside
the man she loved, which made it even better.

Since she spent almost all of
her time at his house anyway, it didn’t take much work on Steve’s part to talk
her into moving in with him. They’d been cuddling in bed after making love one
evening when he’d casually suggested it. Moving in together had meant they’d
both had to make some concessions, of course. Colleen agreed not to throw all
of her stuff willy-nilly all over the place when she came in, and Steve agreed to
have the maid only come in once a week to clean the house.

Now if she could just get him
to agree to let her bring her nonfat lattes into the computer room.

She’d worry about that later.
Tonight was all about celebrating the sale of the computer game, and Colleen
had something extra special planned.

Smiling, she stood back and
surveyed her handiwork. Not only was the sink piled high with soapy water and
pots and pans,
but
she’d left the breakfast dishes
from that morning on the counter, along with the mixing bowl and wooden spoon
she’d used for making brownies. And, just because she’d felt extra naughty,
she’d left a light dusting of flour and some batter on the countertop. There
was even a wet dishtowel draped over the faucet.

The mess, combined with the
outfit she was wearing, was guaranteed to get her a spanking for sure.

The sound of the garage door
opening made her pulse skip a beat. Colleen quickly picked up the feather
duster from the center island, nervously twirling it between her fingers as she
waited for Steve to come in from the garage. The door into the kitchen opened,
then
closed. She chewed on her lower lip as she tried to
imagine her fastidious boyfriend’s reaction when he saw what she’d done to the kitchen.

“Wow, something smells good…”

Her boyfriend’s words trailed
off when he saw her. From where she was bent over the kitchen table pretending
to be dusting, Colleen couldn’t help but smile. That was exactly the reaction
she’d been hoping for.

Holding her position for a
moment, Colleen let him admire her long legs and panty-clad ass. If she’d been
wearing her usual shorts and T-shirt, he probably would have been just as
mesmerized, but she was wearing a French maid costume. Consisting of a black
bustier and short, ruffled skirt edged in lace paired with black stockings,
garters and some seriously high heels, it was one of the sexiest things she’d
ever worn.

Wetting her lips, she spun
around to look wide-eyed at him. “Sir! I was so busy with my cleaning I did not
hear you come in,” she said in her best French accent. Which wasn’t very good,
she had to admit.

Steve’s mouth quirked, and for
a moment, she thought he was going to burst out laughing. But then he folded
his arms across his broad chest and gave her a look of mock sternness.

“Cleaning, huh? It doesn’t
look like you’ve been doing anything but making a mess. I’m very displeased
with you, mademoiselle.”

She meekly lowered her gaze. “I
am very sorry, sir. I will clean up immediately.”

Colleen put down the feather
duster and hurried past him, deliberately adding an extra wiggle to her walk.
Giving him a coy smile over her shoulder, she began cleaning the flour off the
counter. She didn’t do a very good job of it, so most of it ended up on the floor.

It didn’t take Steve long to
put a stop to it. Colleen had barely started when she felt his hand close over
her wrist. She turned to look at him and her breath hitched at the scowl on his
handsome face.

“This is completely
unacceptable, mademoiselle,” he said, his sexy voice taking on that
authoritative tone that always made her melt. “Haven’t you ever cleaned a house
before?”

She bit her lip. “Once, sir. But
I am afraid the master of the house was not at all pleased with my work.”

Steve lifted a brow. “And why
was that?”

“Because I vacuumed the rug
while he was trying to work so he couldn’t concentrate.” She had to fight not
to giggle. “He was quite displeased with me.”

“And how exactly did he show
his displeasure, may I ask?”

Colleen looked away. “I’m
embarrassed to say that he sp-spanked me.”

Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw his brow go even higher. “He spanked you?”

She nodded, her lips forming
into a pout as she looked up at him. “He spanked me hard too, the brute.”

His mouth
quirked.
“If you ask
me, he had the right idea.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide, but
before she could say anything, Steve tightened his hold on her wrist and was
leading her over to the table.

“Wh-what are you doing, sir?”

He turned to face her, an
unmistakable glint in his blue eyes. “I’m going to spank you, for making such a
mess.”

Colleen still didn’t know how
it was possible to get turned on by the mere mention of getting a spanking, but
hearing Steve say the words had a decidedly arousing effect on her, and she
felt her pussy purr as he bent her over the kitchen table. It helped that her
skirt was so short it exposed her tiny string bikini panties right from the
start. Something Steve obviously noticed if his sharp intake of breath was any
indication.

Abruptly remembering she was
supposed to be outraged but what he was doing, Colleen craned her neck to look
at him over her shoulder. “Sir, please! You can’t spank me.”

He placed his hand on her
back when she tried to get up. “Oh, but I can. Even you have to admit you
deserve one.”

She tried to think what a
French maid would say in response, but the only thing that came out was a
startled little yelp when Steve’s hand smacked against her
panty
covered
ass.

“
Owwww!
” she cried, trying extremely hard to keep her protest in a
French accent.

He ignored her, bringing his
hand down on her other cheek, harder this time.

“Sir, that hurts!”

“Spankings are supposed to
hurt, mademoiselle,” he said, staying in character. “If they didn’t, they
wouldn’t correct your behavior. And you’ve been extremely naughty, my pretty,
little maid, which means you going to be getting a very sound spanking.”

Colleen thought about
protesting some more, but didn’t. Steve had completely fallen into his role,
and she didn’t have to do anything else to get him to tan her bottom. So, with
a sexy little wiggle, she lifted her ass higher in the air and waited for him
to give it to her good.

Steve took his time, slowly
smacking one cheek, then the other until her derriere felt warm all over. Her
skimpy panties barely covered her ass as it was, so they offered little
protection. That didn’t stop Colleen from protesting when her boyfriend
abruptly yanked them down anyway.
 

No matter how many times
Steve spanked her, she still blushed whenever he bared her ass cheeks. Face red,
she let out a loud half-yelp, half-moan as his hand connected with her naked bottom.

The smacks came faster now,
and harder too, and Colleen quickly found herself dancing from foot to foot. It
didn’t help that Steve seemed to enjoy concentrating on her tender sit-spots.
Ouch, that hurt!

But as much as the spanking
stung, Colleen loved every minute of it. Whereas her pussy usually tingled from
a spanking, now it ached with need. Maybe it was the fact that she’d set this
whole spanking up herself.
Or that they were acting out such
a wild fantasy.
Regardless, she’d never been more turned on. Was it
possible to actually come from getting spanked?

She didn’t find out because
Steve chose that moment to stop what he was doing and pull her upright.
Gasping, Colleen reached around to rub her red-hot ass. She almost complained that
he’d stopped too soon, but forced herself back into character and gave him a
pout instead.

“That was a very hard
spanking, sir.”

His mouth
quirked.
“And I’m
just getting started.”

Colleen had to force herself
not to grin. “But sir, you have already spanked me so hard,” she protested,
laying the French accent on very thickly. “My poor derriere is on fire.”

“Good.” Steve’s mouth quirked.
“You didn’t think you could get off that easy after you made such a mess, did
you, mademoiselle?”

Colleen’s pulse raced as he
took her arm and led her over to the counter. Damn, Steve was really great at
this role-playing thing. She’d had a week to plan this while he had to
improvise. She couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do next. If the
wetness she felt between her legs was any indication, her pussy was just as
eager.

Her eyes went wide as Steve
grabbed one of the big wooden spoons out of the drawer. The only implement he’d
used on her so far was the hairbrush, and that had stung like crazy. The spoon
looked even
more wicked
. She bit her lip, torn, half
of her eager to see what it would feel like, the other half of her not sure if
she wanted to. Maybe they should talk about this whole spoon thing. But Steve
was already bending her over the counter. She automatically put her hands out
to grab hold of the granite. If she was going to protest, now was the time. But
she didn’t say a word. In fact, a delicious shiver of anticipation ran through
her as Steve gently rested the wooden spoon against her naked ass and held it
there.