The Naughty Housekeeper

It had been the worst possible day at work. The merger I had been overseeing had fallen through, and it meant a huge loss for the company. I ended up leaving at noon, before lunch, because I couldn’t focus on anything. 

I pulled into my driveway and sat in the car for a minute, my head pressed up against the steering wheel. My job had been going so well. I had been there for five months and really thought I was proving myself, but now. . .

With a huge sigh, I walked through the front door to see the housekeeper in the kitchen, leaning against the island on her phone. She had an open can of one of my beers in front of her.

“Aimee?” 

She jerked her head upwards to see me standing there, staring at her. 

“Mr. Evans! Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. . .you’re home early. Is everything okay?”

She quickly straightened up and ran her hands across her front. Her eyes darted to the beer.

I didn’t even have it in me to reprimand her just then. I was too drained from the work drama. I headed straight for the living room and sank onto the couch.

She followed me. “Can I. . . get you anything?”

I sighed and looked up at her. The afternoon light was pouring through the open blinds and casting a radiant golden glow over Aimee’s blonde hair. She was so pretty, I realized suddenly.

Aimee must have noticed the look on my face because she seemed to soften and took it upon herself to take a seat next to me. She even put a hand on my thigh.

“Mr. Evans—”

“Call me Greg.”

“Greg. . . are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

I turned my head to the side and only then noticed the look on her face. It had changed from helpful and polite to something much more. When she started to move her hand upwards to the crotch of my pants, I knew what she was getting at.

“I do think it’d be helpful to be able to release some tension,” I said suddenly, loosening my tie. 

“What did you have in mind?”

“Hmmm,” I began. “Well, first I think we need to address the stolen beer from my fridge, and the fact that you were in here lounging about on your phone.”

Aimee’s cheeks turned red. “I apologize,” she stammered. But then she paused. “But you’re right. I need to be taught a lesson.”

The air was thick with tension between us as I pulled her by the waist and stood her in front of me. She was slim and petite, and I ran my hands across her hips.

“Greg,” she said breathlessly, looking down at me. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I loved hearing that. It made my day feel a little better.

I started to undo her pants and helped her out of her them, watching as she shimmied them down her legs. She pulled her shirt off over her head and then unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, so that she stood there now in just her panties. They were simple and white.

“Come here,” I said gruffly, pulling her over my leg.

I started to rub her ass through the thin cotton material of her panties, warming up each cheek. Her hands held onto the side of my pants as she squirmed in my lap. 

“Tell me you’re sorry,” I said.

“I’m sorry!”

“For what?”
“For slacking off and taking a beer from the fridge.”

I gave her ass a firm slap. Then I moved to the other side of her ass and slapped that cheek as well. I did this a few times until I felt she was ready, then I reached up to slide her panties off of her. I pulled them down over her legs, and Aimee quickly kicked them off of her feet. I heard her whimper ever so slightly.

I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows, and when Aimee looked back to see what I was doing, I could see her eyes widen. She knew it was about to get real.

I started taking out all of my stress and frustration on Aimee’s adorable, perky bum. I smacked it over and over, watching with delight as it got redder and redder. Hearing Aimee’s moans and whimpers only gave me fuel. Her breathing was getting shallower as the heat began to build on her ass, and the pain got more intense. Plus, the way she was wiggling around and squirming on my lap was intensely hot. This was exactly what I needed.

I felt between her legs to find her pussy totally wet, and I ran my fingers across the stickiness. 

“Count to 15,” I said, “and if you can manage to stay still for 15 smacks, then we’ll be done and I’ll fuck that soaking wet pussy of yours.”

“Okay,” said Aimee weakly. “One. . . two. . . AHH. . . um, three. . .”

She struggled to get to 15. I couldn’t blame her. My spanks got increasingly harder with each smack. By the end, she was completely red, and her skin was burning hot against my palm.

I pulled her upright and brushed the loose hair from around her face.

“Fuck me, Greg,” she said, before I could even get a word out. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were parted open. I could see the rush of color that had flown to her cheeks.

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

Aimee bent over the back of the couch with her ass sticking out towards me. She gave it a playful wiggle while I began to take off my pants. My cock was already so hard for her. Between her sexy body and the way she had just squirmed in my lap while I assaulted her ass cheeks, it was no wonder I was so turned on.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned as I began to slowly press my cock inside of her. “You’re so wet.”

“Well, you made me wet,” Aimee laughed, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Your cock feels fucking amazing, Greg.”

I loved hearing that. It was the sort of esteem boost I needed to day and hearing it from the mouth of someone as pretty as Aimee only made it more unreal. 

I fucked her slower and easier. I might have spanked her hard, but while I was fucking her, I wanted to relish every moment. The view was incredible—her throbbing, red ass, and my cock shiny and soaked from her wetness.

For good measure, I slapped her ass from above while I fucked her. I loved being able to watch her ass cheeks wobble as I smacked her, and her adorable whimpers of pain only made my cock throb harder inside of her.

“Touch yourself, Aimee,” I commanded. 

“What?” she replied, her voice sounding unsure and unsteady.

“It’s simple.” I continued thrusting my cock deep into her cunt. “Touch your pussy while I fuck you.”

Aimee made a high-pitched noise that I couldn’t interpret as anything other than sheer pleasure, and I could see her move her hand between her legs so she could play with her clit while my cock rammed into her.

“Mmff!” she moaned. Her back arched even more as her entire body shuddered.

“Yes, Aimee, keep doing that,” I growled. “That turns me on so much. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

“I’m so close,” Aimee sighed. “I’m gonna. . . I’m. . . FUCK!”

Her entire body tensed up as she came, and it was a hot sight to behold. I couldn’t believe this was my housekeeper in front of me, naked and cumming. She let out a shaky groan that sounded so unlike the Aimee I knew.

“Mmm, that was hot,” I said, barely able to keep myself from blowing my load. “How’s that ass feel?”

“Sore,” said Aimee. Then, “I like it though.”

I let out a short laugh. “I’m sure you do. Because you know you were being naughty.”

I raised my hand and brought it down hard against her right ass cheek, causing my housekeeper to yelp. I smacked her other cheek, then quickly began alternating spanks while my orgasm crept closer and closer. . .

Finally, I couldn’t take it another second. I pumped my cock into her last time and stayed there as I came, my cum flooding her warm, wet pussy. Aimee pushed her ass back against me as I filled her up, like she was trying to milk every last drop of cum from me.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, slowly pulling out from her. I could have fucked her all day. 

Aimee cuddled up next to me as we lay there unspeaking for a few minutes.

“This definitely breaks a million housekeeper rules,” she said finally.

I laughed, my fingers tracing lazy circles on the side of her arm. “It’s fine. We can make it work. Now come up here and let me massage that cute butt of yours.”