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Next day at Mr. White was approaching fast, and Claire still had not taken a decision. She had only talked about it to her best friend, who jokingly called “a crazy bitch” for even thinking about it. But you didn’t discover that sort of money for so little work anywhere, it would free so much of her time to focus on her studies!
On the other end, having to show herself to a man she didn’t even know… Claire was not shy, but this was too much! Though after last week, she spent some time revisiting the memory of her first visit at Mr. White’s place, her body in that maid dress, the way he ordered her around, how that made her feel… Claire felt her cheeks warm up at the toughs like so many times this week. Lost in last week’s memories, she did not even realize as her hand started lightly massaging her breast, lightly pulling on her nipple through the tissue…
By the time she got out of her reverie, she could feel a warmth inside her body, spreading everywhere. In a daze, she opened her computer and wrote a short answer confirming her acceptance of the job. As she moved to click the send button, she suddenly froze, finger on her mouse. “Is that really ok?”, she asked herself, thinking once more about all the humiliating situations that would await her. But doing so only made that warm feeling spread out more, and without more hesitation, Claire gave her confirmation to her new employer.

On the first day, Claire arrived in front of the residency. It seemed smaller than what she remembered, but it was still the same cosy looking, isolated house opening on a big garden surrounded by a thick hedge. Mr White had answered quickly and with enthusiasm and was now opening the door for her. “Hello Claire, I’m happy to see you. Please, let yourself in.” he invited her bearing his usual smile, casual clothes and dorky glasses. “Hello Mr. White, nice to meet you again” she answered with a smile of her own. Was it her imagination, or did he seem more… Beaming than she remembered? Could it be his smile?
“So Claire, I hope it did not take you too long to come here.”

“At least an hour!” she answered ironically. He let out a small laugh as she continued “But seriously, if I had your money, I would definitely live in town, not so far out”

He smiled pensively and answered “Well I have never been a city guy. I like calm streets and pure air”

“You should live with my grandparents.” she joked, “It takes us at least an hour to get there, and it is so empty I’ve never seen someone else there”

“That seems a bit much, even for me” he laughed and, winking at her, he said “At least her I can go out whenever I feel like it”

“Oooh are you a party guy, Mr White?” Claire enquired enthusiastically “I’d never have though!”

He laughed again and said “No I just enjoy a drink out from time to time, that is plenty enough socializing!”

“I don’t know if I’d have the courage to go so far just for a drink” she said. “Maybe if I had a car, but transports take so long”

“I am sorry to force you to move so far.” He said half-jokingly “If I knew I would have arranged something”

“No it’s fine actually”, she said, “there’s a stop not far away.”

“That is a good thing”, he said with another smile. “Well that will not matter anyway, with you living here”

“Actually…” she started shyly. She felt relaxed with him, but he was still basically a stranger. He turned his head toward her and nodded encouragingly. “Actually Mr. White, I wanted to talk to you about that. Would it be possible that I keep my apartment?” He turned his head back, saying nothing.

“As I said it’s not that long to come here.” she continued, talking more quickly and feeling herself flushing “And my apartment is very close to the university so staying there makes more sense, and…” as she felt herself going on rant, Mr. White suddenly stopped and turned toward her. For a brief second, she saw the same eyes she remembered from last week, piercing and intimidating her, but he quickly put a smile back on his face and calmly said “Do not worry Claire. I have the paperwork ready, we can discuss it and modify it so we are both comfortable with our agreement. Please follow me”. Claire was surprised by his soft tone of voice. It was similar as before, but her chest was still bumping from the look he gave her. Confused by her reaction, she followed suit.

They reached the kitchen in silence, and after offering her a glass of water, Mr. White said “So let us talk business. I have the paperwork right there” he said pulling the sheets out of an envelope and giving them to Claire. “I kept it simple, please take your time to review them”.

Nodding, Claire started reading the document. She was not sure what a contract was supposed to look like, but the amount was correct, the job description of her job seemed to fit, and there was a spot for her signature on the last page. However, the only thing describing the outfit she wore last time was “Proper cleaning uniform”. Lightly flushing, she continued until she reached the spot indicating she would live in the house. She raised her head, and flushed again when she realized Mr. White had been looking at her this whole time.

“So that’s the part I would like to discuss” she said, pointing on the document. “I don’t think I’ll need the room if I keep living in my apartment”

“Well you will still need it to change at least” Mr. White said with a smile.

“That’s true”, she answered, “But…”

“Let me propose this” he interrupted her gently. “I will update the contract so that you have free access to the room instead. That way, you can access it as much as you like and keep living in your apartment”.

As Claire took in the proposal, he ironically said “I will not use it anyway, this house is so big that I have enough room for a whole family”

Surprised, Claire left out a laugh and answered “Ok, that seems a good compromise”. She felt comfortable again, and seeing his smile widen a bit at her word, she felt like being brash “Also, as I would keep my apartment, I’d like to add my rent to the stipend?”

Mr. White opened in mouth in surprise and fearing she went too far, she started apologizing “No I’m sorry that was just a joke, it’s…”

“Yes, I agree.” He interrupted her.

Grinning at her shocked face, he observed her for a bit before finishing “I think you will do very fine here, Claire.”

“Really?” he nodded “Thank you Mr. White!” She said excitingly.

“I will prepare the revised copy so we can sign it right away. In the meantime, how about you go prepare for your first day.”

The sudden reminder stunned her, but still feeling excited by her victory, she quickly got up, answering Mr. White’s smile with one of her own, and made her way to the bedroom. Her bedroom.

Entering the room, she saw the maid outfit laid on the bed. No card this time, but like last time she spent some time asking herself what was wrong with her. She still put it on though, and casted a quick look at her body in the outfit to make sure nothing was… Showing. “Wow” she though, it really was a good fit!

Going out in her uniform, she went back to the kitchen waiting for him. He arrived soon, still smiling, and gave her the revised documents.

“I hope you didn’t add anything” Claire asked sarcastically, but also only half-joking.

He laughed “Don’t worry, contracts are not valid if modified afterward. If there is one thing that law school was good for, it’s that”

“You’re a lawyer!” asked Claire, surprised

“You could say that” he answered with a smile. Was that amusement in his tone? “Anyway, I will send you a copy afterward, so you can double check it whenever you want”

“If you say so” Claire said, and not wanting to redo the whole process, simply signed the document. He did not seem like a bad guy after all.

They small talked a bit more before Mr.White clapped his hands:

“With that said, I do need to finish some work. I’ll you alone for now, please clean the first floor as usual, but please finish with the living room”

Slightly confused but not wanting to question the first request of her employer, Claire agreed and looked him walk away. Well, time to earn that money now!

The cleaning was remarkably boring, but she still felt motivated on her first day and gave extra care to her work, finishing with the living room as requested. There, she could not help but notice the desk in a corner of the room, papers spread on it. She was getting bored, should she… Probably not, invading her employer’s privacy on the first day, not a good idea.

But it stayed in her mind as she cleaned the room and when she got to the desk, her eyes got drawn to the letters. Frisking the papers would be bad, but a quick look could not hurt, right ?

Feeling curious, Claire took a quick look at the closest piece of paper. It looked like a report of some sort, and just glancing it quickly she could not make out the details, but one figure attracted her eyes. At the bottom of the sheet was written a total, which amounted to… How much?! Claire stopped dead in her track to be sure she was reading clearly, but if the number at the bottom as at all related to his salary, she seriously underestimated how wealthy he truly was! Damn, she should have asked for more earlier.

She was abruptly expulsed from her though as she heard the door open and quickly arranged herself to make it look like she was cleaning, and not spying on her new employer. Did he caught her? Her heart racing, she looked from the corner of her eyes as Mr.White entered and made his way to the desk where she stood just a second ago.

As she keeps cleaning, she spies him from the corner of her eyes shuffling his papers, take one in his hands… Is it the one she was watching ? He holds it there a second before putting it back on the stack. She can almost hear his suspicion as he comes back to sit on the chair in the middle of the room. Why is he not saying anything? Maybe he did not realize?
She risks a quick look toward him, only to discover Mr. White’s eyes fixed on her. The same clear and ancient as the sky’s eyes.

“Well, Claire?” She abruptly pulled back from her thoughts and quickly turn her eyes back to her work, blushing.

“I’m sorry Mr.White, I was just…”

“You are doing very fine, young lady” feeling the warmth in his voice, she turned back her head toward him, this time finding his eyes wandering her body instead. It lasted only a second, but it was enough for Claire to remember how little of her was hidden. Instantly she felt those warm feelings come back, just as strong as last time, and she felt herself blushing hard.

He finally looked back at her and said “you are a perfect fit for the job. Now resume the cleaning.”

Nodding, she turned her head back toward her work. She could hardly focus on it now however, as she could feel his eyes on her body, moving every time she moved, changing position as she positioned herself. She felt his focus on the lines of her arms and back when she reached for something high. On the smooth skin of her legs, his eyes going up as much as she bent down. She was pretty sure he could see the bottom of her cheeks when she had to reach for something on the ground. And every move she made, she could feel his sight set on her breasts that this dress did not prevent at all from wiggling at every brunt, or maybe it was her hardening nipples that the tissue was too thin to hide that was catching his attention that much?

The longer she cleaned, the more she could feel his eyes on her, and the more she felt this weird feeling mixed of shame and excitement spread through her belly. She has had boys look at her body, but never in that way. Every time she risked a look at him, he was seated in the same position, his eyes on her, never leaving her.

On most men, she would feel disgusted by such an attention, but Mr.White eyes had nothing vulgar in them. He could feel him taking her whole into his mind, forging this image of her, of every nook and spot of her skin, every small imperfection of her body. Never had a man looked at Claire like that, and never had she felt so out of control of a situation, not knowing how to react.

Her body however, knew. Without her fully understanding, she could feel the warmth in her belly intensifying and spreading a little bit farther every moment. Her breath got a little heavier as she worked, burning out of her. Her breasts, barely hidden under that dark silk, were more sensitive than ever and were sending her small waves of pleasure every time her diamond hard nipples rubbed against the tissue. And finally, she felt the warmth in her body spreading to her pussy, leaking out into her panties.

Losing her concentration more and more as this went on, she realized too late that she was getting dangerously close to a pile of books and knocked them over.

“Miss Claire!” the sudden, strong voice surprised her and she instantly turned around to face her employer, her hands slightly pulling down her skirt.

“Why did you push those books, Miss Claire.” he asked

“I’m sorry Mr. White, that wasn’t on purpose, I was just distracted.”

He stared at her for a while. God what a spectacle she must offer, her heavy breathing pushing her breasts out of her top!

“So you simply made a mistake. It’s fine Claire, everybody makes mistakes…”

She felt a wave of relief, before he finished “However if there is mistake, it is only fair that there must be punishment. Would you agree, Claire?”

Punishment? What does he mean by punishment? Confused, she let out a “I guess ?”

His eyes suddenly turned black, and his voice was hard when he asked “I guess who?”

She quickly answered “I guess, Sir!” her cheeks were burning now. What was going on?

He relaxed back into the chair, and gently said “Good. Now Come here, Claire”

she made her way next to him, a confusing mix of feelings inside her that pushed her to keep going and obey the man in front of her.

“Now I am going to spank you.” A small part of her mind wondered about revolting but it was quickly snuffed out, and she simply answered “Yes sir”

“Bend over my lap, Claire”

“Yes sir.” she automatically answered as she positioned her body over his lap like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. But in that moment, for Claire, it was.

He caressed her hair for a second, giving her an appreciative “Good girl”. Those two words washed away all leftover shame or confusion that were left in Claire’s spirit, leaving only that warmth that was now spread out over every inch of her body. They were so close she could feel the vibration of his voice leaving his body.

Then his fingers left her hairs, and traced a burning line down her body until it reached her ass, tracing circle over it.

“Lower your panties” he commanded in a soft voice, almost a request. She squirmed and pushed her panties down her ass, not even worried anymore that she was butt naked in front of him. After all, you can’t have panties when getting spanked, right?

“Good girl” she could feel the proudness in his voice

“Now prepare yourself” he said, as his hand left the skin of her butt, raising into the air.

She tried to, but the sudden clap of his palm against her body took her totally by surprise. She felt her breath leave her as she let out a small yelp, more due to the shock than to pain. She could feel his whole hand cupping her whole buttcheek now, a burning sensation spreading out from it. It was painful but also.. oddly comforting in a way, and it only strengthened the fire in her body. So when Mr.White’s hand left her ass, she surprised herself missing this contact.

“Is that too much for you, Claire?”

“No sir.” she answered automatically.

“Good. Would you prefer to stop here for today?”

“No sir!” she answered a bit too fast. Why did she said that? But before she had time to think about it, Mr.White’s hand warmth returned to her skin.

“Good girl.” Once again that proudness. She felt it wash away any doubt or confusion that started appearing in her mind, leaving only this moment, the two of them against each other.
Once again, his hand left her ass before returning to it with force, and once again, she felt that mixture of pain and warmth spread from her butt through her body. But this time he did not let that feeling dissipate, as his hand reached out immediately, and he spanked her one more time. The new sensation combined with the previous one, pushing in her body to get its place. And before she realized, a third spank arrived and sent the same wave through her body.

She felt herself panting, breathing harder with every new impact. Every time she wondered it had reached its limit, the fire in her body grew even stronger. The yelps slowly transformed into moans as the pain in her rear stopped bothering her, instead seeming to intensify the sensitivity of her skin against Mr. White’s hand. He was not stopping now, delivering waves after waves into her body, perfectly knowing what strength to use.

Forgetting about everything else, Claire felt herself lose control a bit more with every clap. She naturally moved her body with the spanks now, bracing herself against the impact, letting go as she received it, and moving back as the hand left to make that contact last just a little longer. Every inch of her skin was burning with sensitivity, and even the contact of her body with Mr. White’s legs was sending embers in her body.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt everything vanish. The warmth in her body was at its limit and was ready to explode, if only that next wave would come through. She barely noticed herself asking “Please one more” as all her attention turned toward that next spank, the only thing that mattered in her own world.

And as she was letting out another “Please”, it came crashing through her body making it explode. All the warmth left her body at once as she shouted out her pleasure. She felt pockets of ecstasy erupting in her body, passing through her muscles, making them contract, and for some long seconds all she could do was ride those feelings.

As it finally calmed down, she felt herself feeling empty, until a wave of satisfaction finally washed over her body. That’s when she realized that Mr. White’s hand was still on her, petting her hair and back. The sudden realization that she had an orgasm in front of him should have sent her in a frenzy, but she felt calm and appeased under his touch. She vaguely thought why she wasn’t feeling any shame like she should have, but Mr. White’s soft voice captured her attention:

“How are you feeling, Claire?”

Tired, she only answered a dreamy “Nice” as she enjoyed the contact of his warm hand against her hairs. She realized too late, and corrected herself with a “Nice Sir!”, slightly worried. But he did not seem to mind, instead asking “Get up Claire” he guided her into his lap, in a sitting position this time. She was now fully against him, but oh so close now. She tensed a bit, not allowing herself to rest her body against his, but he simply took something from behind her and said:
“I was a bit rough with you. I hope it was not too much”

Slightly blushing, she answered “It was ok Sir”

“That’s good” he smiled. “I do prefer to be safe, just in case” he said, reaching for something behind her back.

Soon after, she felt his touch return on her ass, this time accompanied by a cold, creamy substance.

“This should help your body recover better” he said like him creaming her ass was the most ordinary thing in the world.

But in a way, it was. She felt oddly safe against him, and as the comfortable sensation spread through her skin, she felt herself relaxing against Mr. White’s chest. She could feel the warmth of her body almost encompass her fully. She just closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

After a while, she felt his hand leave her body and she opened her eyes. Mr. White was looking was now holding her leg so she would not fall, and looking at her…
Following his eyes, she realized her breasts got pushed up during the whole ordeal, and while her nipples were still hidden, her areolas were very visible. She blushed but did not dare to move, and Mr. White simply mentioned:

“I did not see those two moles on your breasts last time.”

Rosing slightly, she answered “I know they’re weird, my friends call them my boobly eyes”. An easy name, given how they were located on the same spot on each of her breasts.
Mr White’s hand rose, and as he let his fingers fall on the first black spot on her skin, he let out “They are very cute”

His finger going back and forth between them, caressing the smooth skin of her breasts, sent another wave into Claire’s body. He was touching her, directly on her sensitive breasts, ever so slightly but still! And his face was so close now, his other hand still on her leg, his warm body smooth and strong under her arms, his lips so close to her..

She couldn’t think of anything now, paralyzed in her though and by his fingers that kept caressing her, his eyes that did not left her. She was barely breathing, not wanting to break the moment, but she was afraid he could hear her heart beating so strong in her chest.

Lost in the moment, she felt her face slowly move forward his, getting closer and closer to his warm lips. She could feel his breath on her face now, his heat radiating against the skin of her lips… but he suddenly moved back and raised up, forcing her to do as well.

“Well that should be enough for today, Claire. You can go change.” he said before leaving the room.

Shocked by how abruptly the moment was broken, Claire simply went back to her room and began undressing. Finally alone, the events of the day crashed in her mind and left her very confused about the whole situation as she left the room.

Outside, Mr. White was waiting for her, his usual smile back on his face.

“Thank you for your work today, Claire. Here’s your remuneration” he said, giving her a thick envelope.

Claire put it in her back, wondering if they were gonna address what happened earlier. But no way she was the one that would begin talking about it! And as Mr. White lead her outside the house, he also did not breach the subject.

Reaching the outside gate, Mr. White stopped talking and looked at her, seemingly looking for his words.

“Listen, Claire, what happened today… Well, this is why I chose to hire you. I know it can be overwhelming, or weird, but that is also who I am.”

“You’re not weird Mr. White!” exclaimed Claire before she could think about it. Rosing, she looked in his eyes and confidently said “Well maybe you are, but in that case I also am weird.”
He seemed surprised at first, but he let a tired smile show on his face and his shoulders relaxed.

“That’s very good. But listen, I would like you to think about today, and if you wish to continue working here. I assure you I only want the best for you, but you must be willing to participate.”
Those words left Claire thinking, but she could not really make sense of them now after today’s event. So she simply answered “I will, Mr. White”

His smile widened, and pulling her into an embrace, he whispered in her ear “You’re a very good girl, Claire”. This time, those words appeased the storm in her head, and she felt a wave of tranquillity wash over her as she let her body go against his.

They finally broke the hug, and after saying their goodbyes, Claire left the house, feeling a satisfaction she had rarely felt before.

NSFW: yes

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