Maid To Order

An eBook By Lizbeth Dusseau.

"Daniela!" A sharp thundering noise crackled through the humid air of the butcher shop.

No answer.

"Dannnnnieellllla!" The barrel-chested voice boomed louder than before, and from the back room behind the counters and coolers the girl came running. Laszlo’s raised arm came down and smacked across her face, sending the hundred-pound Daniela sprawling on the floor at his feet.

Laszlo stared down over his rotund belly, lip curling cruelly, "How you take of my shop reflects on me!" He pounded his chest. "You not scrub these floors, you not scrub these counters, you filthy little bitch, you not do your work. This is what I pay you for, you lazy girl. Get on in the back, I beat you there!"

"No, sir, please! Let me explain..." Daniela gazed up glassy-eyed, imploring him, but Laszlo had a stick in hand and swiftly cut her off. He used the stick to prod her along the floor,

smacking her flanks, her ass, anything in the path of his weapon, until the girl at last scooted and slid and slithered fifteen feet into the storeroom. The man’s wrath poured out against the girl, as he hauled her to her feet and then upended her over a wooden work table. She hung on knowing that it was useless to fight Laszlo’s rage, so in preparation for what was to follow, she gripped the sides of the table, body cringing.

No mere stick would do to punish the bratty girl; Laszlo had a strap for that. Swiping the thick leather tool from the wall, he flung Daniela’s short skirt off her ass, tore her panties down, then wailed on her upturned hind end. The blows never failed to shock her psyche deeply, turn flesh on fire, and produce a raging fury of misguided hormones in her sexual body. The shock of the first stinging smacks threw off any fight her mind might wish to wage. She gathered herself into a cocoon-like altered state, praying for the submissive strength to fall on her like a protective blanket. Only submission would get her through his holy terror. Only submission would produce - in the end - the ticklish thrill that would turn pain into her private pleasure.

But perhaps the private pleasure was not so private anymore.

Months before on a similar occasion, Laszlo had spied the pubes between her legs glistening with dew - so he claimed later. In the following week, he’d caught her masturbating in the corner of the storeroom after a particularly brutal session with his strap. Her body oozed then as it did now with the evidence of her rekindled lust. Her fingers were trapped inside her demanding pussy; her lips were parted and her chest heaved with her ragged breath. She looked up just as she was about to come and found herself staring into the butcher’s beady black eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest; his expression was as grim as his stance. But, oh! How his eyes gleamed!

Of course, she stopped playing with herself immediately, although she did not remove her hand from between legs. Waiting nervously for him to say something, anything, she was just about to bolt the room, when he said, with more than a hint of lust. "Don’t stop." His voice had deepened to a throaty growl, and he waved his hand encouragingly before crossing his arms again.

Recoiling at the thought of performing for this man, her brown eyes wavered furtively, while her mind worked to extricate her from the humiliating moment. Unwittingly, her fingers replied to the man’s command and moving inside her slick slit again, the question of splitting the scene had been settled. She closed her eyes and came, falling back into the hard brick wall, her head shaking back and forth as hard as her fingers shook her clit. Her heaving belly and the emerging sweat spoke as loudly as the small moan of pleasure that escaped her lips.

That day, Laszlo walked away. She believed he was nearly as embarrassed as she was, and he never spoke of the incident again. However, on the occasion of her next punishment, his complaint against her was bogus, some little nitpicking something that would not have been called a crime were it committed by any other of his subservient employees. Since his enormous personality refused to be challenged, Laszlo only employed females, and maybe a few males, who were all by nature submissive. Maybe Daniela was punished more because she had the guts to stand up to him from time to time. Or, perhaps she was punished more because she was young and sexy and easy to look at. Whatever the reason was, however, her next punishment would change the very nature of her relationship with Laszlo and plunge her more deeply into a subservient role.

He’d waited until the rest of his employees were gone for the day and the shop was closed. She was in the outer shop scrubbing floors when she realized that Laszlo was standing over her, just gazing down at first, then nudging her with the toe of his shoe. She shrunk up scared, then realized that he wanted something from her.

"Get up! The storeroom now!" The command made her jump to her feet before he could kick her again. Whatever the cause of his latest fury, she automatically ran to the storeroom and assumed the position over the table, waiting for the inevitable strike of his leather strap.

When Laszlo sidled up her, he rattled off some offense that made no sense to her. She almost popped up to protest, but then he stepped back and swiftly leveled her with strikes against her naked ass that had her screaming within seconds. Never had she endured a punishment more cruel - or hurried. He rushed for reasons that became obvious when he suddenly finished and his meaty hands began to paw her ass and move between her parted legs. Thick fingers searched the wet valley and he moaned in recognition of her arousal, and his.

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