Most people would describe Pete as a spoiled brat. He lived a life of ease growing up as an only child in upper-middle-class suburbia. His parents were overly protective, insulating him from the consequences of any bad behavior. By the time he reached eighteen, he'd descended into a rude, disrespectful prick who took everything that was given to him for granted. On top of their enabling tendencies, his parents were hardly around, always busy and away on extended business trips. They didn't really have to deal with his behavior, and the maid took the brunt of his assholery.
The maid had been hired a few years ago. She did the cleaning, cooking, and some of the babysitting. She was paid well and loved everything about her job except for Pete. He was the bane of her existence and treated her like shit. He always threw parties when his parents were gone, trashing the house and leaving it for her to clean. He would mouth off to her any chance he got. She tried bringing his actions to his parents' attention, but they basically told her, "Boys will be boys." She'd had enough of his antics.
Pete was having another party over the weekend. His parents were both gone again. One of his friends brought over some hard drugs, and the party was really getting out of hand. The maid had more than enough. Fuming, she stormed into the room and yelled for everyone to leave. Pete turned to her and cussed her out publicly. She threatened to call the cops, so the guests reluctantly left.
Pete turned to the maid angrily. "What the hell was that, you bitch?!" he screamed in her face.
"That was your last party, young man," she said calmly. "You have disrespected me long enough. It's time someone taught you a lesson."
"Ha! You can't do shit. My parents will fire you if you try so much as to touch me."
"If they do, it'll be a blessing that I won't have to deal with your ass anymore. Plus, they won't find out anyway," she said, holding up a bag of the drugs she'd confiscated. "Because if you say a word to them, I will tell them about this."
"They won't believe that they're mine," he protested.
"They will when I show them this video," she said, holding up her phone.
"You're lying. It's not recording."
She turned her phone around for Pete to see that it was indeed recording the whole conversation.
Visibly flustered, Pete lunged at her phone in her hand. She yanked it from his reach and slapped him across the face. "Listen, shitstain, I've had enough of your blatant disrespect." She shoved him down on the couch and pointed her finger in his face. "You will submit to be punished by me, or I'm going to the police." Taken completely by surprise by her speed, strength, and resolve, for the first time in his life, he had no sarcastic retort. He just sat there, looking up at her, dumbfounded. Pete never had a woman stand up to him like this, and he found it incredibly arousing.
"March your ass to your room and wait for me," she commanded loudly, standing over him.
His anger was completely gone. He was now solely focused on defying her every demand. Purposely wanting to get under her skin, he naturally played a defiant brat. The more angry she became, the more encouraged he was, and the more thrilling her threats became.
Eventually, he did as he was told, stomping off to his room. She searched the house for the most painful things she could find. She found a bath brush hanging in one of the bathrooms. The dense brush had a long handle and a large, round head. She also took a long plastic rod off the window shades before making her way upstairs.
She opened his door to find him on his bed, sitting up against the headboard. She set the implements down on an end table. He looked at her in defiance. She stood at the end of his bed, looking down at him angrily.
"Your tantrums are only making this worse for you. I am going to give you the spanking of your life."
"You won't sp..." he started to interrupt.
"Shut your mouth; I am not finished," she said, angrily cutting him off. "This has been a long time coming, and today is the day you will finally pay for your years of disrespectful behavior." She entered his walk-in closet and picked out a sturdy leather belt from his collection. "We'll start with this. Get up and bend over the foot of the bed," she ordered. He stayed put, an evil smile spreading across his face.
"Do I need to remind you what the police and your parents will do when they find out what drugs you've been using? Get your ass up NOW!!"
"Okaay, fine," he said, climbing off the bed.
"Now, remove your clothes," she commanded. He scoffed and immediately regretted it when she swung the belt at him in the general direction of his waist. The belt connected with his hip, and the end wrapped around him, stinging his ass. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? You are only making this worse for yourself."
Pete knew this was true, but he couldn't help himself. He was getting off on the maid's impatience. Her constant scolding and threats were making his dick grow harder in his pants. He continued to defy her, inflaming her anger and coaxing her on.
He took off his shirt and removed his pants. "Underwear too, young man." He obediently took off his underwear, allowing his erection to spring outward. Taken by surprise at his arousal, she said, "You're enjoying this? You disgusting piece of shit! Bend over RIGHT NOW!"
"Yeah, right," he said, smirking in her face.
She responded by swinging the belt wildly, connecting with the back of his thighs. He yelped in pain. She grabbed his forearm and yanked him forward towards the bed, causing him to fall over it. He had to put his hands on the bed to catch himself as the belt came down hard across his bare ass. His body jolted forward as a red line formed across his cheeks.
"Stick your ass back out!" she said as she landed another on the bottom half of his ass. He cried out in pain as he tried holding his position, but the pain of each stroke caused him to move forward until he was fully on the bed, trying to get away. "Get back in position before I have to tie you down!"
More thrills coursed through his body at her threat. As the strokes came, hard and fast, he kept getting out of the way. It would certainly have been difficult to stay in position anyway, but he did little to try.
Before long, he was back on top of the bed. She reached to grab him, and he fought her off. "That's it! Stack two pillows on the middle of the bed and lay across it with your hips propped up on them. I want the highest point of you to be your ass." She grabbed a couple more belts and a couple of his ties from his closet and secured each limb to the corners of his bed.
"That's better," she said as she admired his spread-out body on the bed. "Now, your ass is mine. You won't be able to move out of position any longer. You deserve every second of what's coming. You're the most arrogant prick I've ever known. While you are being punished, I want you to remember every foul word you've spoken. I want you to remember every time you were disrespectful to me, to your teachers, and to your parents. I'm going to beat you so hard that you'll remember this for a lifetime."
Hearing her words only made him harder and harder. His erection was visible on the pillow as his legs were spread to the bed corners. His ass was raised high in the air for her. She took her place at the side of the bed and swung the belt down on his ass as hard as she could. He howled in pain, but that didn't deter her. She followed it up with more. Without stopping, she gave him fifty hard strokes.
His ass was bright red by the time she finished. She set the belt down and grabbed the heavy bath brush. Pete tried to turn his body around defensively, but the restraints kept him in place. She set the bath brush on top of his burning ass, letting the weight of it register in his mind. The belt was one thing, but the bath brush introduced some fear to the situation. "Pleeease, I'm so sorry," he said.
"Oh, it's far too late for that, young man. I'll accept your apology when I'm done with you, but we have a ways to go. You need to be fully humbled."
He took a deep breath and braced for impact. She picked up the brush off his ass and brought it down hard on one cheek with stunning force. He screamed out, his body straining. The second swat smashed into his other cheek; the sound was so loud it rang in his ear. The long handle made it so easy to drive the brush head down with power. His agonizing cries continued as she clobbered his ass. Deep bruises formed as she counted out fifty.
His battered ass was turning deep red. She set the bath brush once again on top of his ass and leaned over, whispering in his ear, "Go ahead, call me a cunt one more time, call me a bitch, do it, please." He remained silent. "C'mon, stupid boy, nothin'? NOTHING? That's what I fuckin thought. You're nothing but a waste, you filthy cocksucker."
