Spank Maid Novels & Stories

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

“All right! I get it! I’ll never go to a club again!” I stopped spanking, resting my hand on her ass. “Bailey, this isn’t about you going to a club. It’s not even about going to a club that caters to kink.” “It’s not? Then why in the hell are you spanking me?”

Being a maid sucks—and the wages aren’t much to brag about these days. A loud spank echoed, followed by Brigid’s scream of pleasure. “You!! Toran!!… Oh… you’re my master!!!”

Her voice echoed through the room, filling it with a tense silence as every other maid present held their breath. "You're just a cheap tart who's been selling her body! We've all seen your videos plastered all over the internet!" Serena could feel the ire radiating from the man opposite her at the maid's audacity. However, she motioned for him to stay calm and let the maid go on with her rant. The maid paused for a moment to catch her breath before continuing, "Even your ex-husband couldn't stand you because your stepsister is ten times the woman you could ever dream of being!"

We were worse than broke; we were owned. I was twenty-three now. I spent my days scrubbing the same tiles I scrubbed as a child. My mother, Rosa, was even more angry than before. "Stop looking at those books, Valeria!" she screamed at me one night. I was sitting on the floor of our laundry room, trying to read a law textbook I had found in the trash behind the village library. "Books do not put bread on the table. You are a maid. Your mother is a maid. Your grandmother was a maid. That is all you will ever be!"

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

she wore a disgusted scowl on her face, "Hey, don't talk about miss Maraïda like that. You know she's the new lady of the house now," another maid added, "New lady my foot! That woman is a sneaky bitch! She just wants to replace Madame Sophia in Mr. Shenko's life." The second maid with the scowl repeated, "Cassidy!!!" The head maid, I remember was called Fatou, scolded her, "Stop! What ever happens in our superiors lives is none of our business. We are here to work and that is just what we should do."

She slapped her head slowly while thinking this. "Yes mam. Have you made a call." The maid said while standing at the door of the room. "Yes. Firstly, please let me know your name. And secondly please bring me a glass of lemon water. My head is being heavy." Adira said with a nervous smile. The maid nodded her head after hearing Adira's words. "Mam I am Maria and I am the supervisor of all the other maids. Please wait for five minutes. I will prepare fresh lemon juice for you. Please let me know if you want anything more Mam." Maria said with a smile on her face.

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"

Buenavista's mistreatment towards them. My name is Anna, I used to work as a maid in the Buenavista mansion and during my time there, I experienced excessive maltreatment from Madam Buenavista. She would get angry over things that were not our fault. There were times when she would be annoyed and if you happened to be the first person she saw, you would definitely receive a slap even if you did nothing wrong. That old lady should not be allowed to go unpunished. She will victimize many more people if you let her do what she wants. #ExposeMadamBuenavista