Cleaning for Master Holden

Joanne works for Rock Creek Maids three times a week: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She only works in the mornings, and usually not past noon. The maid service employs twelve female Rock Creek residents and four male residents, all part-time. Joanne likes working there. The other maids are friendly, and most of the customers are really nice. Her part-time job provides her with some supplemental money so she doesn't always have to go nagging to her master for a few dollars when she wants to buy a fancy coffee or get her hair done.

When she arrives to work in the morning, all of the maids meet to receive their cleaning assignment for the day. Each of them takes one or two houses, or three apartments, that are on Mistress Margo's spreadsheet. Mistress Margo is their boss. She doles out the paychecks and makes sure they all do fine jobs cleaning.

Depending on the customers, the maids don different uniforms. Some customers are never home, so maids wear the official 'Rock Creek Maids' t-shirts and slacks or skirts. But when the customers stay home, they sometimes have special outfit requests.

The closet at the Rock Creek Maids office is filled with different uniforms. Skimpy, modest, and in between; anything the customer wants to see, the customer gets.

Some customers request a certain maid, a girl or boy who they enjoy. They might enjoy a particular maid for having good attention to detail. Or, in some cases, for having a tight little rump that they can watch while the maid flutters around, cleaning in a French maid's uniform.

On Wednesday morning, Joanne shows up to work early as usual. She goes into the meeting room and takes a seat next to her friend Amy. They chat and giggle as they wait for the other maids to arrive.

When everyone is settled, Mistress Margo makes her entrance. Her appearance always makes the entire room go quiet. Everyone is silent and all eyes face the front of the room. She has their attention. Mistress Margo doesn't take kindly to any of her maids wasting her time. All the maids wait for their assignments.

“Joe!” barks Mistress Margo.

“Yes ma'am!” says Joe. He stands up at attention.

“You have houses twelve and fifteen on Oak Avenue.”

“Yes ma'am.” Joe makes a note of his assignment and quickly leaves the room.

“Mandy!”

“Yes Mistress Margo,” says Mandy, standing up.

“Stoney Bridge Apartment. Numbers four, eleven, and twenty. Twenty wants you naked.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Mandy's face turns a little red and all of the female maids exchange looks. Apartment number twenty is Mr. Owen. He's always home and always follows his maid around, asking her to bend a little bit more to get the dust in every corner.

“Sylvia!” says Mistress Margo.

“Yes Mistress,” says Sylvia.

“Seventeen Elm Drive. French maid uniform.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she says, leaving to go get dressed.

“Matt!”

“Yes, ma'am!” says Matt. He fumbles with his notebook and stands up awkwardly. It is Matt's first week.

“You're going to clean my house today after I punish you for your work on Monday. Mr. Stevens called me and said you didn't even mop the floors. Strip now, and meet me in my office,” she says to him. Her face is cold.

Matt nods meekly and quickly takes his clothes off. The other maids stifle giggles at his clumsiness and nudge each other knowingly. Nearly all of them have been punished by Mistress Margo before.

Mistress Margo glares at the rest of the maids in the room as Matt leaves to await his punishment. “Watch it,” she says sternly. “Joanne!”

Joanne leaps to her feet. “Yes, Mistress Margo?”

“Forty-five Harper Hills. Find a skimpy French maid uniform. No panties, no bra. You're to walk there in your uniform.”

Joanne's eyes widen like saucers. The other maids can't help themselves from whispering around her. Forty-five Harper Hills was one of the largest homes in Rock Creek. Master Holden lives there, and they all know he has a full-time maid. He is a rare client to Rock Creek Maids, and all of the maids dreaded him. His expectations are unrealistic and his punishments are frequent.

But Joanne simply nods. “Yes, Mistress,” she says softly, excusing herself from the meeting room.

She makes her way to the closet and finds the skimpiest French maid uniform that will fit her. The black skirt barely covers her bottom and flares out enough that even the slightest draft will leave her completely exposed. The black top is tight, pushing her C-cup breasts together, and so small that it only goes down to the bottom of her rib cage. It is low cut and she worries about her exposure while bending over to clean. Not only would it be possible for her nipples to be seen, but there was a distinct chance that her breasts would just fall right out!

Next, she puts on the lacy white apron. The strap goes around her neck and she ties it around her waist. It is see-through but she's glad to have it covering a little bit of her bare belly.

She adds long, thigh-high white stockings with black lacy tops. For shoes, she picks out four-inch black heels. The heels make her legs look long and elegant. She bends over to see the view that she'll be giving Master Holden. Not surprisingly, he will be able to see her bottom and, if she cleans on her hands and knees, he'll get a fine view of her puffy pussy lips.

Joanne smiles to herself in the mirror. She grabs her signature Rock Creek Maids feather duster and her bucket of supplies. She makes her way to Harper Hills on foot.

Harper Hills is on the far end of Rock Creek. She is seen by many onlookers as she makes the long journey to Master Holden's house in her skimpy uniform. She wonders if they know where she is going; if they know her fate for the day. She sees some friends and waves. She's given a few smacks on her cute fanny as she goes through her own neighborhood. At the bottom of Harper Hills she pauses to look up at his huge house.

She knows this will not be a quick job but she is excited to finally see inside this magnificent building.

When she arrives at his gate, the elderly doorman lets her inside the grounds. He greets her. “You're later than he expected.”

Master Holden's butler opens the front door when she knocks and frowns at her. “The service entrance is over there,” he says with a snotty voice.

She finds the entrance that she is to use and walks inside. The entrance leads her down to the basement of the mansion. She's in the servant quarters and sees a few servants there, dressed in uniform. One of them spots her and rushes to her side.

“You are Joanne?” she asks. She is wearing a plain, tight black dress and a white apron.

“Yes,” says Joanne.

“Good. He's in his study. I'll take you there.”

The woman leads Joanne up a flight of stairs into a large outdoor courtyard. Small fruit trees are growing in raised rock beds and iron outdoor furniture is neatly arranged in one corner. From the sunny courtyard she briskly walks across the yard and up another flight of stairs. Joanne is running to keep up with her, a bit ungainly in her high-heels.

The woman stops at a large, ivory colored door and knocks lightly.

“Enter!”

“That's you,” she says to Joanne. The servant woman walks away, leaving her in front of the door by herself.

Joanne timidly turns the doorknob and opens the door.

Master Holden's study is enormous. It is lined with bookshelves on either side and his huge wooden desk is in the center of the room. On either side of his desk is a potted plant of flowering violets. Windows cover the back wall, filling the entire room with light. Joanne walks slowly inside, shutting the door softly behind her. Master Holden is sitting behind his desk. A woman, dressed in a French maid's uniform like Joanne's, stands beside him.

“Joanne?” he says, looking up from his work.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I've hired a new servant girl,” he says, gesturing to the woman on his right. “She's very poorly trained and doesn't have a clue what to expect from this job. I only really hired her because I like her body. It is similar to yours, isn't it?”

“Yes, sir,” says Joanne.

“Yes, that's what I thought. So I will have you clean today. She will only watch. She will be a fly on the wall,” he says. He turns to look at the woman. “Won't you girl?” he asks her.

“Yes, Master,” says the servant girl.

“And,” he continues, “you'll ignore her as well, Joanne. She's only here to observe, to learn by watching. You will clean as you have been taught, and you will try your best to please me. If I am not pleased in any way, you will be punished.”

“Yes, sir,” says Joanne.

“You can start in here. Then, we shall move to my bedroom. You may go down to the servants' quarters for any supplies that you need.”

“Yes, sir,” says Joanne politely. She already knows that, though. All the maids at Rock Creek Maids are taught about all the clients. She knows where he stores his supplies, how thoroughly he expects her to clean, how much he wants to look at her, and what picky little details he cares about.

Joanne scurries back to the servants' quarters to get a bucket of water, soap, and some rags. She has brought the rest of the supplies she needs with her.

She goes back to the study and begins dusting with her feather duster. She climbs the book ladder to reach high up to the corners of the ceiling, making sure to stretch her body out so Master Holden can see her tush. When she bends to dust the bannister, she stands far enough back so that she has to bend at a ninety degree angle, giving him a nice look at her pink shaven pussy lips. She washes the windows behind his desk and hears him turn his chair around to have a look at her while she works.

Joanne knows he likes to watch his maids clean for him.

“Would you like me to dust your desk, sir?” she asks politely.

“Yes,” says Master Holden. But he doesn't move out of her way.

She works around him, brushing up against him as she cleans his desk. She looks for any dust in his pencil holder, she wipes down his chrome desk lamp, and gets on her hands and knees to dust the drawers and outside of the desk. He still doesn't move, but she knows what he wants. She slips in between his strong legs under the desk and dusts. His hand moves to her ass and squeezes it while she works.

Next, she sweeps the floor and then gets on her hands and knees to wash it. Master Holden expects her to spend a lot of time scrubbing the marble floor. She makes sure her cleavage is visible to him when she faces him, and arches her back to give him ample view of her bum when she is facing away.

When Joanne is done with the floor she stands up to check her work. Satisfied, she turns to face him and says, “I am done with this room, sir.”

He puts down his pen and raises his eyebrows. “Really? Shall we have a check, then?”

Joanne swallows hard and nods. Master Holden always checks.

He stands up and she becomes aware of his size. He is a large man, tall and heavyset. She has seen him before but never up close. His new servant girl shrinks back a little when he asserts his presence.

He slowly opens up the drawer of his desk and pulls out a crisp, clean white glove. Theatrically, he takes his time putting on the glove, stealing sideways glances at Joanne.

Joanne is nervous. But for him, she displays only confidence. She is a professional maid and has done a good job.

Master Holden begins to walk around the study. He stops occasionally and uses a finger to check for dust on the shelves. His height allows him to check the top shelf using no ladder, and he does so thoroughly.

He makes his way around the room, checking corners, crevices, and even the curtains for any sign of dust. When he finishes, he sits back down at his desk. Joanne breaths a sign of relief.

“Come here,” he says.

Joanne walks to him and stands in front of his desk. He holds out his white gloved hand for her to see. To her horror, it is nearly covered in a very thin, yet very obvious, layer of dust.

“What is this?” he asks. The edges of his lips are curled in a very small and evil smile.

“It's… it's dust, sir,” she says.

He pushes his chair back and folds his hands over his chest. “And do you know what my expectations are regarding dust, Joanne?”

“Yes, sir. You don't expect to see any.”

“That's right. Now come on, you must be spanked.”

Joanne swallows hard and obediently walks around to his side of the desk. She bends over his lap, her bottom trembling. Master Holden's lap is big and she scoots around until she is positioned comfortably. Her hands fall down to the ground and the tips of her high heels push against the floor to keep her legs nice and straight.

Master Holden takes his time. He slowly lifts the hem of her skirt up over her waist and sits back to admire her plump, round rump. He glances back at his new servant girl and smiles when he sees her wide eyes and her face full of fear. She knows it will soon be her pretty little behind draped over his lap, waiting for punishment.

His hands caress Joanne's soft, pearly white skin. He gropes both of her cheeks, getting to know the feel of her cushiony ass. She moans under him which delights him.

Then he raises his hand high in the air and lays down a sharp spank on her ass. She winces and whimpers a little bit but bites her lip to keep from making a loud yelp.

He spanks her again, a little harder this time. Joanne wiggles her bottom. She wants to entice him. Just spank me!, she thinks to herself.

But Master Holden likes to take his time. He spanks her slowly, rubbing her butt in between slaps, gently making his way closer and closer to rubbing her fine little slit. She is soon moaning under him, grinding her hips into his lap, and raising her bottom to meet each one of his sharp slaps.

Finally he tightens his grip around her waist and spanks her in earnest, one slap after the other, with no breaks in between. She gasps and wiggles and moans under him, squirming to get away from his punishment.

He is much stronger than her and has no trouble holding her down. She kicks off her high heels and crisscrosses her legs up and down as she tries in vain to avoid the pain. He enjoys the view she is giving him. Every wiggle shows him a different angle of her luscious body and she has lost all modesty. He sees everything.

Finally he stops and she lays still over his lap. Master Holden and the servant girl listen to her deep breaths. He uses his hand to gently nudge her legs apart and runs his fingers through her slit. Her pussy is wet and glistening and he is pleased by this.

“Get up,” says Master Holden. “Clean it again.”

Joanne's heart drops as she realizes he means for her to clean the entire study once more. She begins without hesitation, dusting the shelves carefully, then his desk. The bannisters and the floor. He is more forward this time around, and gets up several times to check her work and spank her when she bends over. Joanne is very turned on by his touches and his discipline. She wishes he would fuck her but knows she can't ask for that.

Maids must never ask for a fucking, though they may be fucked.

“All right, then,” says Master Holden when she's finished. “We'll move on to the bedroom. Come on now, girl, follow us.”

The servant girl shuffles after them as he leads Joanne to his bedroom. Joanne's arms are full of all her supplies and she sets them down carefully on the marbled floors of his bedroom.

“You stay out of her way,” he says to his servant. “Joanne, start with the bath and then the bedroom. I will be back to check on you. If either of you speak, you'll be fired.”

Joanne nods in agreement. She won't speak to the girl. Master Holden leaves them alone and Joanne starts cleaning the bath. She scrubs the tub, the toilet, and the sink. She washes the mirrors and shakes the rugs outside. She grabs all of the towels, his robes, and the sheets off his bed and scurries to the servant's quarters to swap them out for clean linens.

In the bedroom, she takes care to dust his shelves, his tables, his chairs and his nightstands as well as she can. She scrubs the window sills, washes the windows, and shakes the curtains. She works quickly, knowing if she finishes early she can still find more to clean. She will do a perfect job this time.

When she makes the bed she is careful to fold the sheets at each corner just how she knows he will like it. She fluffs his pillows and places them neatly at the head of the bed.

She empties the wilting flowers from his nightstand and his table, and rushes to the gardener for a replacement.

When she opens the door to his closet a loud siren goes off and her stomach turns.

She forgot.

Master Holden is very particular, and it is very hard to remember every little rule. None of the girls at Rock Creek Maids has ever worked with him more than a few times. She quickly shuts the closet door and the siren turns off. But she knows the damage is done.

He returns very soon after that, as she is scrubbing his floor. She looks up at him, her face red.

“I'm so sorry, sir. It slipped my mind that your closet is not to be touched. It won't happen again.”

“What did you see?”

“Nothing, sir! I only just barely opened the door before I remembered and heard the alarm. I didn’t see a thing!” Joanne says earnestly.

“Are you almost done?” he asks. He looks cross.

“Yes, sir.”

“Finish up, then.”

He sits down at the table and watches her as she scrubs the floor. She takes extra care to show him her bottom and her pussy, and lets her right breast 'accidentally' fall out of her shirt. She gives him a show, hoping it will make him have mercy on her.

When she finishes, she wrings out her sponge and rags and kneels beside her cleaning bucket, waiting for his command.

“Get up, come here.”

She scrambles to her feet and stands before him.

“Place your hands on my bed.”

Joanne obeys quickly. She bends over, arches her back, sticks her butt towards him and puts her hands on his bed. Her bottom is quivering and her heart is racing.

He gets up and paces behind her, admiring her naked rump. He looks at his servant girl and she is trembling and her is face white; she is so nervous for this naughty maid.

“Shall I give you a strapping, young lady?” he asks Joanne.

“Oh, please, no sir. I'm so sorry sir, I'll do anything. But please don't give me a strapping.”

Master Holden's cock stirs when he hears her say she'll do anything. But he knows she'll do anything in any case. That is no reason for her to escape a beating.

“Shall I spank you with my bath brush?” he asks Joanne.

“Oh, please, no sir! Not that!” she squeaks. She saw the bath brush when she cleaned his bathroom. It was thick, hard, and very heavy.

Joanne shifts her weight from one leg to the other now, so nervous she was for her impending punishment. Master Holden likes the way that looks and continues with his questioning.

“Or, shall I inspect the room first to be sure you've done a proper job? Perhaps if you've done perfectly I'll have a reason to go easy on you for your transgression.”

“Oh, please, yes sir!” she says loudly. “Please inspect my work. I'm sure I've done a perfect job for you, sir.”

“Very well, then,” says Master Holden. He has a new clean white glove in his pocket and puts it on slowly, while he watches his servant girl squirm. He loved that there were two beautiful women in his bedroom, one about to be punished and one simply anticipating with fear her soon similar fate. Yes, his cock was getting hard now.

Master Holden starts with the bathroom. He inspects it for dust, for stray hairs, for soap scum and anything else she may have missed. He checks the sink and the mirrors for any trace of water droplets. He checks the rugs for dirt or dust. He smells the towels to be sure they have been swapped out for clean ones.

Then he moves to the bedroom. He inspects the windows, the shelves, his table and nightstands. He folds up the comforter and checks that she made the bed to his liking. His fingers run over every surface in search for dust. He looks under the bed and under his bureau, making sure she has cleaned the room thoroughly.

She watches him as he does this and groans when he crouches down to check under the bed. She had finished the floor quickly in her nervous state after setting off the alarm and knew he would find some dust under that big bed.

He smiles at her. The same small, evil smile she is already familiar with.

“Come here, Joanne,” he says. He leads her into the bathroom.

She stands next to him, wringing her hands anxiously. He is enjoying watching her; she is so charmingly nervous.

“What is this?” he asks, pointing to something behind the toilet. She crouches down to see what he is referring to.

“It is a hair, sir,” she says mournfully.

“Yes it is. Get the bath brush and follow me.”

She woefully retrieves the bath brush and meets him by his bed.

“Bend down, look under it,” he says.

She obeys, getting on her hands and knees and peers under the bed. Sighing, Joanne knows she completely missed this part of his room. There are several dust bunnies and a thin layer of dust.

“I'm so sorry, sir. Shall I clean it now?” she asks, hoping for pity.

“Yes.” He stands back and watches her, reveling in the positions she takes as she cleans under his king-size bed. She lays down on her stomach, her large breasts squishing against the floor, and wiggles under the bed to clean every single part. Her juicy plump bottom jiggles as she tries to reach the farthest corners. Master Holden can't help himself, he bends down beside her and lightly slaps her delectable ass as she finishes the job she failed to do earlier.

When she is done, she wriggles out from under the bed and stands once more under his imposing form.

He is ready to continue.

“What is this?” Master Holden asks her. He holds up his gloved hand again and she sees a small bit of dust on his index finger.

“Well, it's dust, sir. But just a little.” She is disappointed. She had been so thorough but he is such a demanding and strict man.

“It is dust, no matter if it is just a little,” he responds. He takes off the glove and puts it back into his pocket. “Get back into position. Bend over the bed.”

Joanne whimpers out loud as she bends over for Master Holden. She sticks out her butt, presenting it for the inevitable punishment to come.

He is pacing behind her. He wants to draw out her nervous state as long as he can.

“I think you've earned both a spanking with the bath brush and a strapping, my dear Joanne,” he says slowly, delighting in the way her butt cheeks clench as she hears his plan.

“Oh, please sir,” she moans. “I'll do anything, please sir, don't spank me and strap me.”

He positions himself directly behind her, pressing lightly against her soft skin. He is very aware that she can feel his manhood that is straining hard against his suit pants.

She moans softly and wiggles, enticing him. Joanne knows if he takes her now he'll be less likely to carry out the punishment later.

But Master Holden is onto her tricks. He has patience and he has a plan. A glance at his servant girl reminds him that this is for her benefit. He'll make a good example of this disobedient little Joanne.

“Which shall I start with Joanne? The bath brush or my belt?”

“Ohh,” she says softly. “I don't know sir.”

He picks up the bath brush and with no warning gives her bottom a solid swat.

Joanne leaps to her feet and grabs her buttocks, hollering in pain. “OH sir, please!” she cries.

He points to the bed and she dolefully resumes her position.

“We can't have you moving like that,” he says. He puts his knee on the bed by her side and holds her waist firmly in place before delivering a second hard swat with the bath brush.

Joanne cries out loudly as he wallops her bottom. He takes his time, rubbing her sore backside with the bristles of his brush before turning it over to spank her again and again.

Master Holden is enjoying watching his servant girl learn about her job. The new girl will either be so frightened that she will quit the same day, or, if the scene she is witnessing arouses her, perhaps she will find her personal paradise. The girl is awestruck, her eyes wide and mouth hanging open, as she watches Joanne get spanked. With every smack of the brush against Joanne's skin, she jumps a little bit, cringing with the anticipation of being the one to be punished.

He stops after less than twenty hard spanks and stands back to admire his work. The maid's butt is bright red, and outlines of the brush on her skin are unmistakable.

He throws the brush down on the bed beside Joanne and she jumps. She knows what is next.

The sound of his belt running through his belt loops makes both Joanne and the servant girl flinch. He folds the belt carefully until he is satisfied with the size of his make-shift strap.

“Are you ready?” he asks Joanne as he runs the leather belt over her skin.

“Yes… yes sir,” she croaks. She tries one more time to get out of her punishment: “Please, sir, I'll do better next time. You don't have to strap me with your belt, sir.”

“Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps I'll just call Mistress Margo and let her know that her company hires people who can't follow simple instructions and respect the privacy of the client. I've never had someone try to enter my closet before today, young lady.”

“Oh, sir!” exclaims Joanne. “It was a mistake, sir. Please, sir, beat me with your belt, do anything to me, but don't call Mistress Margo!”

Master Holden smiles at the sudden change in Joanne's pleas. “All right, then, Joanne. You have earned ten swats. Keep your position like a good girl, now.”

He stands back and admires her red, quivering buttocks before laying into her with the belt. This time he does not go slowly. His patience has run out and he wants to finish this and move on to other things.

Joanne cries out with every swat and blubbers apologies and promises as he beats her. She clutches the comforter on the bed with both her hands making her knuckles turn white as she wills herself to stay put. He is an expert with his belt and lays ten neat strokes, one after another, from the middle of her bottom down to the top of her thighs.

When he finishes the poor Joanne collapses onto his bed, her punished backside exposed, and cries. Master Holden is not done with her, however. He sits beside her on the bed and fondles her pretty beaten ass as she whimpers and whines beneath him.

“You like that, don't you?” he whispers. Joanne feels the blood rush to her face as she blushes. She knows how hot and wet her pussy is.

She bucks her hips a little bit, like an animal signaling to her mate. Fuck me, she's thinking.

He steals another peak at his servant girl. She is standing against the wall, her face flushed, watching them. Her hand is unconsciously rubbing her cunt over her dress. He will punish her for that later.

But first, Master Holden has other things to do. He hoists Joanne up until she is positioned the way he likes: her head on the pillows at the head of the bed, her ass up in the air, knees spread just a little bit, and back arched. Her pussy is swollen and quivers with her lust. She's moaning – she knows what comes next.

He gets on his knees behind her and unzips his pants. His huge, hard cock springs out into freedom, pointing directly at Joanne's cunt. He grips her thighs tightly and slams into her with abandon.

Joanne cries out when he enters her; she's not used to such a large dick. Her body adjusts quickly and she groans in pleasure as he takes her. He doesn't go slow and she likes it like that. Her body wants to fuck.

Master Holden slaps her ass and thighs as he pounds her. He likes hearing her squeal in pain and then moan in pleasure.

Just like his spankings, he likes to take his time when he screws his maids and servants. He likes knowing they will be sore for days after from his brutal, rough sex. He likes his huge cock and the way it makes girls scream.

Joanne just moans and takes it. She quivers under him, close to cumming, and reaches underneath her belly to rub her clit. He slaps her hand away.

“You can cum later. Not on my time,” he growls.

He fucks her and fucks her until her pussy feels raw.

“Turn over,” he says as he pulls out of her.

She obeys and he uses his hand to finish himself off, using her face as a target for his huge load of sticky semen.

He smiles at her and fondles her breasts and enjoys watching his cum drip off her face.

He excuses himself. “Re-make the bed and then go,” he says. He walks out of his bedroom, grabbing his servant girl by her arm and dragging her with him.

Joanne does as she is told. She cleans off her face, neatly re-makes his bed and lets herself out.

She shuffles back to her house, her pussy tender from the pounding, her clit throbbing with arousal and her ass sore from the punishment.

Joanne loves her job.

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