January 20, 2010

Ze Maid

Posted in stories tagged at 1:16 am by littlesubmissions

The sound of the handcuff wrapping around the bedpost seemed very far away, and he only reluctantly shook himself further awake as his wrist was pulled up and metal wrapped around it. A firm, insistent poking in his ribs woke him the rest of the way up, and he slowly rolled over, maneuvered around the arm cuffed to the headboard, and looked at her with mock gravity. She answered with a smirk of her own, and pushed the tip of the riding crop into his stomach.

“Awake, Ayemericeeen pig-dog! You who soil ze room, and zehn expect ze poor maid to clean your mess!”

He shook his head and eyed her appreciatively, then shoved himself up to a sitting position, resting his back against the headboard. “I didn’t even know you owned a French Maid costume, not that I’m complaining mind you.”

“Zees is no costume! I ahm ze maid, and ah have grown tired of picking up ze’ ahnderwear!” The crop slapped against his exposed nipple, a hard flat sound of leather hitting flesh.

His body jerked and he reflexively grabbed for the crop, stopping his hand halfway there and squeezing his hand into a ball, trying to distract himself from the pain.

Her eyebrow arched and she rubbed the end of the crop against his nipple, teasing it in slow circles. “Does he want zees? If he does he should take eet. And I will go get zee single tail…” The crop rubbed slowly against his skin, daring him to take it.

“No, he really just wants to hear you say ‘Daffy English kuh-niggets.'” He winced and yelped as she laughed and slapped his nipple hard with the crop, quick light slaps over and over until his chest throbbed and he shoved his free hand under his leg, jaw clenched and grimacing in pain.

She stopped, looking at him, smiling. “Does ze’ filthy American have any more jokes?”

“No ma’am.” He shook his head and pushed the words out between clenched teeth.

“Good, zen we shall commence with ze’ cleaning. And for every article of clothing, ah shall have to punish you.” She tapped the crop against her hand, surveying the floor in confusion, then shrugged. She looked back at him, and shook her head. All traces of the fake accent gone, she touched her tongue to her upper lip while the small crease above her forehead collapsed into view. “How do you do it anyway? Seriously. The bathroom is there, the bed is here, and your socks are over there, and your underwear is clear over in the corner? I think one house slipper is under the dresser, but I have no idea where the other one is.”

His eyes followed where she pointed, shrugging at each article of clothing. “It’s a guy thing? I mean, I don’t do it on purpose…”

She shrugged and started walking about the room, picking up articles of clothing with the end of the crop, flicking them across the room at him. He caught them with his free hand, dropping them in a pile on the bed beside him. Her circuit of the room finally brought her back in front of him, grinning again and biting the end of the crop with a wink. “Show me your backside, Ahmerican. You shall be punished for zees mess. And zehn, do you know what deespicable Ahmerican toureests do?”

He licked his lips and slid off the bed, turning around but looking back over his shoulder at her. “No, what do they do?”

She shifted a few steps and planted her feet, feeling her grip on the crop. “Zey try to fuck ze’ maids. And sometimes, if ze’ ahr veeery lucky, ze’ succeed. And zhen do you know what happeeens?”

He slid his shoulders back to her, eagerly, and shook his head. “No, what happens then?”

“After ze’ fucking, ze’ clean up their mess.”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.


  1. alberto said,

    It IS a guy thing. Why put back the clothes in the closet if the floor supports them as well? πŸ™‚

    By the way, I’ll post you a link. I found it interesting, and I’d like to share it (even if it could not be your cup of tea). It’s a Japanese comic with a Femdom (mostly D/s) theme, but unlike others of the same kind, treats with the subject quite seriously…even if the rest of the comic tries to be funny, the D/s moments the two main characters share are somehow intense, well described and narrated. Good pacing, good choices of words and/or images. I also liked the development of the relationship between the two.


    “Sundome” means “stopping the moment before”, it is mainly about tease and denial πŸ™‚

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Exactly! The floor is just the biggest shelf in the house.

      Thanks for the link, no time to check it out now but I’ll definitely look at it later. Sounds interesting.

  2. Mike said,


    • littlesubmissions said,


  3. Absolutely freaking delightful ^_^

    • littlesubmissions said,


  4. Ehlana said,

    Aww, I love the playful ones πŸ™‚ And cleaning up is always a delight.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thank you, the playful ones are usually fun to write too. πŸ™‚

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