Curvy Maid In Need Of Discipline And Training ♕

They failed to train my curvy maid. So I did!

Just the other day, I was enjoying a cup of tea while finishing up some emails. I hadn’t even noticed my curvy maid, Alina, had finished up the kitchen and was making her way to the desk. She was a cute, nervous thing in her navy blue uniform that hugged tightly to her curves. She’d always come to me to check the rooms before she left. That was one of the main reasons I kept her around, not because she was any good at her job. Though I tried to guide her, there were always streaks on the windows, fingerprints on the silverware, and laundry washed on the wrong setting. The agency obviously failed to train the clumsy but curvaceous maid, yet I was still surprised when Alina bumped into the mug, spilling tea onto my keyboard. 

I’m not going to lie. For the first time ever, I raised my voice at her. “You idiot! What did you do?” She tried her best to clean the spill. If I was going to keep her around, someone would have to train the clumsy maid, and it looked like that someone was me. “Take your apron off and leave it there. Go sit,” I ordered, pointing her towards the loveseat in the living room. She obeyed without delay, apologizing as she sat. “Alina, I like you, I do. Your performance, however, is dreadful.”

Discipline For My Curvy Maid

I knew how a negative review could hurt my curvy maid; no one would want her in their house if she were a hazard. “You will learn how to work in this house. You will learn to behave like a proper maid. Do you understand?” Speaking over my shoulder, I opened a cabinet in another room to retrieve the supplies I’d need to train her properly.

“Yes, ma’am,” she whimpered.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I wrapped her ankles with restraints and bound her wrists behind her. “Maybe you won’t knock anything over if you can’t move.” I guided her into a kneeling position on the floor. I pushed her forward as well, pressing the side of her face against the cold ground. “Hope you don’t mind the floor; you’re the one that’s supposed to clean it, after all. 

I grabbed a leather paddle. On one side, it was black leather, the other side covered in soft fur. Gently pressing the fur side against her inner thigh, I lifted the skirt of my maid’s blue uniform, exposing her round ass and frilly blue panties. “Now, aren’t these just adorable?” I cooed while tracing my finger along the edge of them.

At the same time, I grabbed a pair of scissors and pressed them to the edge of the garment. She whined gently but didn’t protest. “Unfortunately, you won’t be needing these anymore. Your uniform is changing slightly”. I cut the sides of the panties, removing them from her and tossing the scraps to the side. She gasped as I tore away the fabric, and she eagerly shook her hips at me, even with her limited range of motion. I’ll admit, looking at my curvy maid got me a little wet as she teased me with her shaking hips. 

One After The Other

Then, I turned the paddle in my hand to the leather side, pressing it against her ass. “Inhale,” I instructed. As she did, I pulled my hand back and cracked down against the skin. Alina yelped loudly, and I gently staged my curvy maid, rubbing the new red mark with the soft fur. I knelt by her side and rubbed my fingers through her hair. 

“You’re going to be okay; you just need to repay me. I want you to count each one. One ma’am, two ma’am… just like that, okay?” I spoke clearly, in a nurturing tone. Alina softly squeaked out a count, though I could barely hear it, “Make sure you speak up; I wouldn’t want to lose count and start over.” I swapped back to the leather side and swatted her for the second hit. “Two ma’am,” Alina whimpered, louder this time. Maybe I would be able to train the clumsy maid after all. Three and four came quickly after one another, while some others I spaced out, letting her anticipation build up. 

     “Thirteen ma’am,”

     “Fourteen ma’am,”

Final Countdown

After a while, my curvy maid’s counting turned from yelps to moans, growing louder with each hit. Finally, Alina asked if we were almost done, which made me giggle a bit. “Oh, Sweetheart, you can take a little more, can’t you?” I struck her for a few more rounds before I let her rest. “Twenty-three, that’s not bad at all. Some of the best work you’ve done since you got here.” I smiled to myself, seeing the work of art on her pale skin. I removed the restraints from her arms and left her to undo her legs. “Now, go make me a new cup of tea and meet me in my bedroom. We can discuss the next few weeks of your training up there.” I watched my curvaceous maid rush off with her glowing red ass to do as instructed. 

If you find yourself in need of some spanking or motivational training, you’ll know that Bree is the girl for the job. Craving more of my naughtiness? Check out my last not so holy blasphemy story!