Angelique had been a maid for years, hiring herself out for weekly maid service. She worked independently rather than part of a maid service company, which meant she kept all the money she earned, but also meant she had to find her own work, which she did. So she sought the wealthy men and women who could sustain her solo business.

When her employers were rich wives, they would often be particularly fussy about her work, pointing out missed spots that needed another go, etc. These women had never had to work a day in their lives and felt very entitled, having no understanding of how it made a person feel to be ordered about and corrected constantly. But Angelique was used to it and kept them happy.

When her employers were wealthy men, whether married or not, they occasionally showed that they were interested in her for more than just her maid services, but for her body as well. She always handled it deftly and avoided anything inappropriate, joking with them until their urges passed into laughter. That was, until she was employed by Mr. Donaldson.

He was a very well-to-do single businessman who was used to having his way. When his last maid quit, probably because he made unwelcome advances toward her, he sought a new maid and found Angelique's ad online. He interviewed her and checked her references, liked what he learned and what he saw in her good looks, and hired her.

She reported to his upscale home on a Tuesday morning, and in no time, Mr. Donaldson made it clear that he wanted, even expected, her to service him in some non-maid ways. Angelique was concerned, but unlike other such employers, Angelique liked him as a funny and friendly man, liked the easy job that cleaning his home would be, and really liked the above-normal wages he paid... so much so that she could quit a couple of her other jobs. She decided she would go along and be extra 'helpful' to Mr. Donaldson to keep this job.

So when he insisted that she wear a skimpy French maid's outfit without panties, she reluctantly complied. And when he came around while she was working and watched her closely for a glimpse of nipples or privates, she actually acted like a little brat, teasing and arousing him. She knew he wanted to catch her showing her tits and pussy, so she made sure he got the occasional eyeful. He'd point out her exposure and laugh, and she'd laugh with him and tease him some more. It became a game between them, which she played well because she liked him... and his money.

But one day, after she was done cleaning the house and getting ready to go, he came from his den, and he'd been drinking. He found her, grabbed her, and dragged her to the closest sofa. He pushed her and bent her over the sofa back, her face almost touching the seat cushion, and her rear and pussy nicely framed before him. Then he used his fingers to trace over her ass cheeks and camel-toe snatch, and Angelique was surprised by his boldness since all the other encounters were teases. She was rather expecting something like this, eventually, but it turned her on to be forced to submit, so she reluctantly decided to let him take her. She pretended to be upset and fought back as he forced her down, but he easily overpowered her.

Mr. Donaldson pushed her feet apart to spread her legs, then put his hand on her pussy and opened her labia. Her soft and already wet pinkness greeted him, and he fingered her up and down her slit. When he found her clit, he paused over it, then swirled it to Angelique's immediate pleasure. He kept rubbing and caressing her until she squirmed and moaned in earnest.

Wasting no time, he dropped his slacks and briefs and touched his erection to her cunt, slapping her with it before pressing it against her opening. He pushed deep and began to thrust into her. She loved the feeling of fullness he was giving her, and her juices began to leak profusely in her aroused state.

As Mr. Donaldson fucked her, she pushed back with vigor, feeling the ecstasy of the moment, and she loved it. Angelique was close to cumming in no time, and when he jerked and spasmed and shot his load into her, the warmth triggered her own climax. She shook and shivered with great urgency before jerking and cumming hard. They continued to fuck until both of them were exhausted.

Mr. Donaldson told her that from now on, what they just did or something like it would be considered a part of her services for him, and he'd come for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. She also learned that she would be paid a nice bonus for pleasing him in that way, but would be punished if she failed to fulfill her new duties. Angelique agreed to the new terms of her employment.

o o o

And so the new arrangement began, and Mr. Donaldson treated Angelique to fun and fulfilling sex each week after she finished cleaning. He took her on the sofa, on the bed, and over the kitchen counter.

As time went on and she became accustomed to his desires, he added a little over-the-knee hand spanking to the routine while he sat on a chair, which she enjoyed despite some pain.

All went well until one Tuesday when she felt especially tired after her work, and was looking forward to Wednesday off. She begged to leave when he told her he wanted her in the bedroom, and he told her that if she abandoned him in his time of need, she'd be punished the next time, per their agreement. She was surprised and more than a little concerned because she did not know what he would do to her for leaving, but she just wasn't up to sex, and she left.

Next Tuesday arrived, and she did her work while wondering and dreading the punishment he would give her. What did he have in mind? Would it hurt a lot? Would he stop if it hurt too much? The day passed too quickly, and when her work was done, Mr. Donaldson invited her to the basement. She knew about the basement, and she cleaned it each week except for one room, which was locked. She was told to leave that room alone, that there was nothing there that she needed to clean.

But this day, that room was unlocked, and he beckoned her to it. On entering, she saw it was a sex playroom, with frames and benches, and a wall of toys and devices. He told her to take off her maid outfit, which she did obediently.

Standing naked, he escorted her to a spanking bench and had her lie on it on her tummy, and then he fastened her arms and legs to the bench. Angelique was strapped down and helpless, and more than a little afraid as he went to the wall and brought back some items. One was a blindfold, which he put over her eyes and tied behind her head, removing her sight and making her helplessness feel even more intense. Then he took what she soon guessed was a paddle and spanked her on one ass cheek, and then the other. He paused, and then started a back-and-forth rhythm, and she felt the sting of the paddle, spaced by about five seconds between smacks.

He was slow and methodical in spanking her, and it hurt! She squirmed to avoid the paddle, but she could not escape the swats he was giving her. Still, after a few minutes, he stopped, and he told her a safe word that she could say if it hurt too much. She was glad to have that safe word, though what he had done so far was not too bad, just irritating. She wondered what would be next.

Mr. Donaldson went to the wall and returned, but wearing the blindfold, she could not see what he had. Then she felt the tease of leather strands dragged across her back and rear, very ticklish. And soon enough, she felt the slap of the leather on her rear, in the same places the paddle left her sore and red. He continued to slap her ass cheeks with what had to be a leather flogger, and it hurt as much or more than the paddle.

Sore as she was, she noticed an odd thing: she was getting wet. Somehow, the pain of the paddle and flogger had transformed into arousal. Strange as it seemed to her, she was almost wanting to feel the leather slapping her ass hard and making her flinch. And she got it as he continued flogging her.

After Angelique had taken almost all she could take and found herself wet with arousal, he stopped. He repositioned her slightly on the bench, sliding her back so her rear hung off the end, and her wet pussy was fully exposed below her ass.

Then there was a pause as she assumed he would be choosing another device to spank her with. But she was surprised when, instead, she felt a tickling like a feather or brush. He lightly stroked up and down her slit with something soft; it did not hurt at all, but it tickled greatly.

He kept it up, and she squirmed as it began to make her wish it would end, but it did not. The tickling was intense, and she wriggled all she could to escape it, but he just moved with her and kept tickling her cunt and settled on her clit. She moaned in response and realized she was wet and very turned on as he focused on her swollen nub. She was getting so aroused now that she couldn't stand it much longer, and then he suddenly stopped tickling her.

When he resumed, again on her most sensitive clit, she felt the most excruciating tickle. She could not take the relentless feel of it any longer, and she cried out in frustration at the unbearable irritation, and finally said her safe word.

Mr. Donaldson stopped, and relief washed over Angelique. Her pussy was so wet, and she was so ready to be impaled, that it was a relief to hear the rustling of Mr. Donaldson removing his slacks, just before she felt something she knew was his penis touching her pussy. He dragged it around her slit and over her clit, easing the tickle that it replaced, and causing her to jerk. Then he rubbed his dick on her clit repeatedly before pressing it against her opening. She squirmed with anticipation, and then he pushed into her. He drove deep, right up to his hilt, with his balls smacking her labia. She loved it.

He fucked her hard and long, and Angelique loved the fullness and intensity she felt. She didn't think Mr. Donaldson had it in him to fuck her so well, or so strongly, but he kept it up for several minutes while she moaned and squirmed, restrained on the bench. It was a great finish to her punishment, and erased all the torment she felt earlier.

She squirmed as she felt the urge to cum build in her, and suddenly she jerked and spasmed, squirting her juices on him as she came. He continued to fuck her as her orgasm rolled on, taking her to that exquisite place she loved to go. When he groaned, jerked, and shot his load into her, she experienced another orgasm on top of the first, and even stronger.

Soon, he was done and pulled out, his semen and her juices dripping to the floor. She relaxed, and he moved away.

He returned, removed her blindfold, and untied her from the spanking bench. Then he offered her tissues, and she cleaned up. After they both got dressed, he took her back upstairs and hugged her. He told her she was his best maid ever, and said she'd have a nice bonus this month. Angelique was pleased.

o o o

As time went on, Mr. Donaldson continued to be a benevolent employer. She cleaned his home in her maid outfit, sans panties, as he insisted, and he lavished praise and attention on her. His pay and bonuses increased to the point that she was able to quit all her other maid jobs and focus solely on Mr. Donaldson. Working just one day a week, Angelique had a relaxed lifestyle under his employment. And with his appetite for her body, she also had a weekly sexual experience that was both rewarding and fun.

In addition to regular sex in his bed, he always managed to find some minor teasing event for which she had to be punished in the basement room. He took her there about once a month to have her 'pay' for her many transgressions, tying her to the spanking bench, St. Andrew's cross, or simply to a small bed he kept in the room. He punished her with paddles, floggers, and riding crops, and used vibrators to force repeated orgasms, all to her great pleasure.

Angelique felt like a kept woman, for at least the one day a week that she was at Mr. Donaldson's place... and she loved it. What a pleasing way to go through life, she thought as she basked in the comfort of her own home six days a week!