Free Disciplining the Maid by Zoe Blake

how this is done.  His Lordship has been stretching your tight little bum for a week now. You know the position." 
    Fresh tears coursed down Lily's cheeks at the reminder that the housekeeper was fully aware of Papa's nightly visits to her bedroom.  She did as she was told and endured the sharp pain as Mrs. Oliver pulled out the nozzle with very little thought to Lily's comfort. 
    "Off to the water closet with you,” the housekeeper brusquely ordered. “Then we will do a nice cold water rinse and then into tub with you."
    By the time Lily sank into the warm, comforting water, she was emotionally and physically worn out.  She barely protested when Mrs. Oliver scrubbed her soft flesh pink.  As always she was very thorough, not missing the sensitive skin between Lily's legs or butt cheeks. 
    "Now sit in front of this nice cheery fire and let your hair dry.” Mrs. Oliver placed her on the rug in front of the small fireplace.  "You will have light duties this morning and then you will take an afternoon nap after luncheon."
    "A nap?  I am not a child!" protested Lily.
    "His Lordship insists you take a nap this afternoon so a nap this afternoon you will take!"  Mrs. Oliver said indignantly, unable to fathom someone disobeying a direct order from Lord Stockton.  She exited the room in a huff, leaving Lily to stare into the flames and ponder the odd turn her life had taken in the last week.   
    One floor above her, Rand sat in front of his study fire thinking of her.  He felt his cock swell at just the thought of what he had planned for the evening.  As a man in his thirties with a large sexual appetite, he had his fair share of mistresses in the past.  All understood his need to dominate and control.  All had felt the sting of his bare hand on their pretty backsides.  All had been on their knees at some point sweetly begging their "Papa" for mercy or release.  But there was always something missing. To his past mistresses it was just a game to satisfy his sexual appetite. They were jaded, used woman who could have just as easily played the dominant role.  They were whatever their current protector needed them to be, and the encounters had left him feeling strangely unsatisfied.
    In recent years he’d taken to selecting his mistresses from the working class, as opposed to the painted performers who normally made the rounds of the ton.  He’d hoped their more humble origins would result in a more satisfying sexual experience, but again there was something lacking.
    And then he’d found Lily. Her sweet innocence, her need to please him, her natural submission – she had all the elements he required. But what he found most appealing was her innocence; the young maid was too naive to even realize she was a natural submissive.  This was not a game to her, or to him.  This was forever.  In Lily he had finally found his perfect submissive - someone who would relinquish all control to him - every moment of her day - and be his.  She would be his perfect little one.  He would be her entire world, and he would cherish her.
    It had taken all his willpower to hold himself in check this week, to slowly introduce her to the pleasure and pain he would expect from her.  It was a rare, precious gift to find someone her age who had not been deflowered by some randy lord or footman in her early teens.  He wanted to savor the moment.  He knew it would be all the sweeter once she was truly, unequivocally his. 
    Tonight he would test her submissiveness by taking her anal virginity.  Lord Stockton shifted in his seat, making more room for his growing cock in his trousers.  The thought of finally pushing his cock into her small, still tight back passage had his manhood swelling to painful proportions.  After he claimed her anal virginity, she would have a choice. She could choose to stay in her current position - in which case he would still take her anally but no further - or she could choose to become his little