I arrived at a large stately home for a masquerade party. I passed through security at the door, found the bar, got a drink, explored the first floor, and headed to the second floor. Down a dark hallway, I found a bedroom with its door slightly ajar. Curious, I entered.

Inside, I found a scantily clothed lady sitting on the bed, in a white slip, pink cover, white leggings, and a mask.

She was startled for a moment to see me, then spoke.

"Welcome to my place of solitude. Stay with me a while if you like."

"Am I intruding?"

"Not at all. In fact, I was waiting for someone like you to come by. I'm Susan... the Maid."

"Hello, Susan the Maid. I'm Robert, a friend of the owner and he invited me to the party. So, why are you sitting here alone, instead of downstairs partying?"

"They told me to stay up here and not go down to the party. But I'd rather be here with one man than socialize with a room full. Does that make me a bad girl?"

"Maybe. If it does, what should we do about it?"

"Well, I'm not averse to being spanked. And I love role-playing, so maybe I could be the naughty maid who swept the dirt under the rug and needs to be punished."

"Sure, I'd love to role-play that with you. Do you have any toys I could use?"

"Yes, they're in the bottom dresser drawer."

I looked in the drawer and found everything I needed.

"Shall we play?"

"Yes, please."

So, I locked the door to her bedroom, then had her pretend to be the maid sweeping the floor. She acted out the scene where she lifted the rug and swept the dirt underneath. I came out from behind the closet door and caught her.

"What are you doing? I saw you sweep that dirt under the rug. You'll need to be punished!"

I pulled an armless chair to the center of the room, sat down, and placed a towel from her bathroom on my lap.

"Come and lay across my lap."

She came over and laid across my lap. I lifted her clothes and found she was naked underneath.

"Well, isn't this nice," I said. "Now I'll show you what happens to naughty maids!"

And with that, I spanked her with my hand, once on each cheek. She enjoyed the swats and giggled a little.

"Funny, is it?" Well, I'll show you."

Then I spanked her harder, the swats landing on her soft flesh with a smack that echoed around the bedroom. She shrieked at the sudden pain, and I continued to spank the naughty little minx. After a few more swats, I stopped and spoke.

"Open your legs, naughty maid," I commanded.

"Yes, sir," she replied and spread her legs.

I reached down and found her slit. Using a finger, I traced up her slit to her clit, opening her up completely. She squirmed under my touch, and was very wet, relishing the fun of her role in our little game. I continued to run my finger along her tender folds, exciting her as I went. She sighed in delight and wiggled to make sure my finger touched her clit more often.

"So, my naughty maid wants more, don't you?"

"Yes, please," she replied with desperation in her voice.

"Okay, then let's take you to the bed for more of your punishment."

She got off my lap and went to the bed where I had her lie down on her back. I proceeded to tie her arms and legs to the corner posts of the bed with lashes and straps I'd found in the drawer, spreading her out in an X pose on the bed. She was still in her pink top, slip, leggings, and mask, which made for an erotic picture with her pussy nearly exposed, but we both knew that I could slide her clothes up at any point, and she was helpless to stop me. The thought enflamed both our desires.

I started on her pussy again, using my fingers to trace up and down her slit, and making sure to tease her clit with every pass. She squirmed and sighed with a desire for me to do more. I did. I tested her opening and found her very wet as I pressed a finger into her, then a second. I began to finger-fuck her to her great joy as she rocked her hips to press her cunt against me. Leaving my thumb against her clit, it rubbed her with each in and out movement of my fingers. She was getting more and more excited, squirming relentlessly and moaning for more as I continued.

Wanting my role-playing punishment to feel real, I decided to make her wait to cum.

"You are not to cum until I tell you to. If you cum before I tell you to, I will dole out a harsher punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she managed despite her intense arousal.

Being intentionally merciless, I continued to finger-fuck her and focused on caressing her clit with the goal of making her cum. I made sure to touch her clit with every pass, and when she got close to cumming, I pulled my fingers out of her and used them to swirl her clit relentlessly. She squirmed for all she was worth, legs straining and muffled screams emanating from her. She tried valiantly to hold it back, but she couldn't.

Finally, her body betrayed her, and she came with a thunderous orgasm, screaming and squirming as she thrashed out of control. The lashes strained to keep her in check as she was lost in her release, arching her back and jerking, spasming, and squirting her juices on my hand while she rolled her head back and forth. For several minutes she unleashed all her innermost pent-up sexual frustrations. When I finally stopped tormenting her, she jerked her final spasm and fell back, exhausted.

I let her rest and recover as I took the lashes off her wrists and ankles, but left them lying on the bed for future use.

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About ten minutes later, I roused Susan.

"It's time to resume our role-playing, you weak, naughty maid. I'm going to tie you to the bed again, but this time on your tummy. You can leave your clothes and mask on."

"Yes, sir," Susan replied, awakening.

I had her roll onto her tummy, then re-attached her to the bed in the same X position.

"This will be your punishment for cumming without permission. And to enhance the enjoyment of your torment, I'm going to blindfold you. Do you accept?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir... and...?"

"Yes, sir. I was weak, and I deserve your punishment for cumming without permission."

"That's better."

I put a blindfold over her mask, then chose a flogger from the drawer. Before I started, I dragged the strands of the flogger across her rear, up and down her legs, and between them, letting the leather graze her pussy and open slit.

"Those are the places I will punish you for your weakness. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," she managed to say through the fear in her voice.

I started with a light stroke across her rear. She barely reacted, but the next strokes were noticeably harder, and she jumped a little with each hit. These were followed with harder strikes, as the leather made a thwacking sound on her flesh and left slight red marks. I continued striking her cheeks until she was squirming and in pain, crying out on some that hit her just right and hurt the most.

Then I moved the flogging to the insides of her upper legs, letting up on the intensity. She still felt the leather and let out some 'Ahs' of pain, mostly from surprise since she was blindfolded and could not anticipate the hits. Alternating legs, I struck the insides of her thighs up to her crotch. This was tender skin, so I took it easy; the goal was punishment, but also arousal.

Each smack to her inner thighs hurt, and she wiggled and squirmed and let out many 'Ahs' of pain. As the hits came closer and closer to her labia, she squirmed more to keep ahead of them, but that was hopeless. Soon the flogger was touching her pussy lips with each stroke. I kept the hits light enough that while there was pain, there was also some arousal. Susan probably didn't even realize her pussy was getting wetter with each hit.

When the time came to strike her exposed slit and clit, I made sure to hit lightly but with accuracy. It didn't take as much on her most sensitive places to cause pain, but these were her most erotic spots as well. When the sting of each strike faded, the arousal was left behind and accumulated. By the time I was done flogging her, she was turned on again, ready for more.

I loosened the straps holding her legs and helped her pull her knees under her to raise her rear. When her rear was prominently raised, I had her spread her legs and then applied some soothing lotion to her red cheeks.

"Oh, Thank you, sir," she said as she acknowledged the relief.

I removed my slacks and briefs, climbed on the bed, and knelt behind her. I flipped my erect penis up and against her exposed clit and she jumped, unable to see it coming. I smacked her clit a few more times before rubbing my cock's head up and down her slit. She moaned in pleasure and her juices flowed, a relief after the pain she had just experienced.

I pressed the head of my penis against her opening, then pushed in easily. Despite an earlier orgasm, she was soaking wet, and I took advantage by pushing deep into her before beginning a slow in-and-out rhythm. She rocked with me as I thrust into her, then backed out, repeating the motions with increasing speed. She moaned loudly with the pleasure running through her, rocking and pushing her cunt back into me. She began to jerk and spasm as her orgasm took her, her arousal peaking in ecstasy. As I pulsed in and out, she was overtaken by her body, releasing all its energy through her cunt. She started to squirt. We both continued as I felt my climax hit, and with a groan, I came, squirting my load into her. She felt its warmth, her orgasm ending with a final spasm and squirt onto me.

We were both exhausted, so I pulled out of her and undid the lashes on her ankles, and we laid down on the bed. When I regained some of my energy, I got up and removed the blindfold and all the lashes. Using the towel, we both cleaned up.

"Well, Thank you for such great role-playing. I enjoyed it," I told her.

"So did I. You were wonderful in giving me two great orgasms. It was worth missing some of the party, though I may have some explaining to do with my husband on why I was late going downstairs."

"Why's that? Who is your husband?"

"Oh, that. Well, I lied when I said I was the Maid. I'm actually Mrs. Jones, and my husband and I own this estate."

I chuckled.

"Sorry, but I had to laugh. You see, I lied too. I don't know your husband, and he didn't invite me to this party. I just crashed it... and you made it truly worthwhile, Mrs. Jones."